A/N: This is a short one-shot in Ron's point of view about Hermione. It doesn't end up angsty or fluffy. It ends up the way it has been since book 4. I hope you like it, and please review. :)

"Tomorrow"

Maybe someday I'd be strong.

For years my heart has been torn at, tugged at, fooled with. (Most of which was my own fault.) No matter how much I wanted to forget about her, I couldn't make my heart stop thumping or crying. I wanted her to leave my mind. I wanted to hate her.

But I couldn't.

I had watched her break my heart many times. Felt, rather. Since the first time she danced with him, I hated him. Every time after that she mentioned him, I hated him. I was amazed by this man my whole life, but now I hated him. I wanted to hate Hermione. I wanted to hate her for making me feel like death was a better choice than this punishment, but I couldn't. The girl that was more irritating than anyone I have ever met I couldn't ignore, but the man that came between us (if there was even an inkling of "us") I could detest until the day I die.

Maybe someday I'd be strong enough.

Every time she smiled at me I felt happy. Which has been hard to come by these days. Happiness. Every time she glared at me, I hated myself. I hated myself for not being strong enough to forget her.

Ignoring the problem, the problem being the fact that she couldn't be ignored, with other girls only made the situation worse. I still couldn't face the fact that, well…I couldn't face it.

Maybe someday.

But today…today I watched her. She looked beautiful in a red silk dress. She was smiling. She seemed happy. I knew what that rare elation felt like. It came and had gone quicker than anyone would wish. I wanted to tell her more than anything that I loved her right then, right at that moment. But I couldn't risk it. I know she loved me. I couldn't tell her, though, because if I had, I would have hated her. I would have hated her because I wouldn't have cared enough anymore. I couldn't hear her say those three fantastic words because after that, she wouldn't make me feel so special…so complex. Maybe someday I will be able to tell her that I love her.

Maybe someday when I'm strong enough.

End.

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