So, this is my first fanfic. I apologize if it's not awesome enough, or if I've wasted your time, but I would really appreciate any reviews. I want to make my next story better than this, though I must admit, this came out pretty sweet. Or, in my opinion anyway… so, please, please, please read and review. I don't want to babble on and on, so I'd like to finish up this author's note. Okay, er. Happy readings? ALMOST FORGOT. This takes place right after Hermione declines Ron's offer to go to the Yule Ball together.

Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter-ness, whether it be the characters, plotlines, or anything at all.

This entire situation is complete and utter rubbish. I'm so confused and have no idea why I'm upset. How could I possibly be upset? For heaven's sake, Victor Krum, the Victor Krum, the man every single girl has her eye on, asked me to the ball. He asked me, Hermione Granger, which apparently sent shockwaves throughout the entirety of Hogwarts.

I'm the clever one, but that doesn't make up all that I am. Why can't he see that? Excuse me, I didn't mean for that to slip out. I meant him, in the general topic, of course. I meant him, as in, Hogwarts, as a whole. I wasn't implying that I wanted a particular person to realize that I am more than just a person to help with homework or study with exams with. In fact, that that statement could be assumed, it never crossed my mind.

I just wish that I could be a little prettier, or maybe even a little less smart. Maybe then everyone would understand that I, Hermione Granger, am an actual living, breathing person who has feelings. In fact, I do have feelings. I can even prove it. I like Ron. Yes, I said it.

Since I've decided to go the whole "confessions" route, I might as well continue. Being that I like Ron, I guess there is an actual, concrete reason as to why I am upset. He did ask me, to the dance you know. I only refused because of Krum. I think. I guess it could have been because Ron was so inconsiderate and simply assumed that I was incapable of finding a date and wanted to go as friends because he pitied me. Then again, he looked like I had just slapped him in the face after I told someone had already asked.

I'm not sure whether it was because he desperately wanted to not be forced to attend alone, or if he actually likes me. I really shouldn't flatter myself. I'll only end up getting hurt in the end. I'm doomed to have that as my fate, aren't I? I'll won't ever be pretty enough, or likable enough, or perfect enough for Ron. In fact, Ron deserves better than me.

Wait a second. Did I just say that?

I'm way better than Ron. I have the guy every girl in the school wants. For crying out loud, he's a star Quidditch player. Ron will never amount to anything, except, of course, the ability to always have my heart.

He always will, won't he?

His eyes will always be there

Staring straight through me

Always shining through the darkness

Lighting the path I will always follow

It was, by choice, I was unaware

It was obvious to see

Even the stars shone brighter upon us--

I never cease to thank their presence

I'll always feel there could be someone

Better than his simple self

I'll always think so silently

But loud enough for him to tell

And that will always be my weakness

To not settle for what I truly need

Frivolous titles may be for many

But I only wish for his presence

And maybe I have no idea what this is

Maybe it's just friendship and that's all

Maybe it's something more entirely

And maybe I'm simply delusional

But I'll never know until I cry

For what is lost I'll never hold

But rejection will always paint our fate

And of failure, I never wish to know

And yet if nothing else, I reckon

If this is truly meant to be

He'll be sitting, staring thoughtfully up at the stars

And waiting there for me