This is my first fanfic and it's not that great. Please read.

The characters in this story are not mine. I'm not some writer genius, ya know. They belong to Ms. JK Rowling.


Hermione--

My romantic life never was really full. Before I came to Hogwarts, most guys I knew were mad. Harry seemed okay, and so did Ron, but they never really looked at as a woman. Just a friend. Ginny was different, so were all the girls in Gryffindor it seemed.

It started changing in fourth year. I found Victor Krum. Harry's love for Cho started to show even more. Ron, well, Ron stayed pretty much the same. Thank goodness for that. He got all weird over that Fleur Delacour, though, but lots of guys did. Sometimes he seemed almost jealous, though, over Victor. I can't tell why.

By fifth year, everything was different. Harry was different. He seemed so much older. Maybe seeing Voldemort come back had something to do with it. Probably. I was different. Ron, I don't know.

Ron was so annoying sometimes. Immature, unfeeling, but funny. Sometimes I wanted to but my hands around his neck and strangle him.

But, around May that year, he looked totally different. I wanted to kiss him. His smile was so cute, his hands were so soft. When I say him there was a strange feeling in my stomach, like a million butterflies where flying there.

And that's how it started.

Ron --

I've never really liked anyone. Sure, I've flirted before. But I've never really meant it.

The last girl I ever pictured myself with was Hermione Granger. Not that I don't like her, just, you know, she's my friend. Just my friend. Not a girl I went out with or anything.

In fourth year my best friend Harry started acting strange around this girl, Cho. In thired, too, a little.

My five older brothers talked a lot about girls sometimes. Even my little sister crushed. I felt totally strange with them when they did this.

Then Hermione looked different. She was so smart, but really pretty, too. I began loving in when she helped we with my homework, even though she did it all the time. Her hair was beautiful. I longed to kiss her lips.

And that's how it started.


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