A/N 'Off My Mind' just came to me; I thought for once I'm going to write a great story with lots of reviews. Please review if you don't I'll just quit right away because I'm in a bad mood... Ok I'm fine now that the Beatles are playing. Anyway please tell me what you think, what needs to improve, and I'll try to fix it.

Hermione sat down still, her legs crossed and her face slammed against the table. She never did love him, money or famousness couldn't buy her over, and Krum was not the one she loved. She didn't love him, she didn't need him, the way she needed someone else. Who now thought she couldn't care for him and never would?

If she could go back in time she would have been brave enough to say 'no' or to cry but she hadn't been brave. The cleaver Hermione Granger could not take her problems head on. She had forced a smile and nodded. She glared at the meaningless ring wrapped around her finger concealing her fears, and sadness.

It was never meant to turn out that way; Hermione wouldn't even have dated Krum if it wasn't for him, Ron Weasley, who she had wanted to notice her. She would have cried herself to sleep if her tears weren't broken, and she would smile if she where a fool. Everything she had thought was one way or another but how wrong could that be? There was nothing she could turn to, except her heart which was bleeding like never before.

A wrinkle appeared on her forehead like it had so many times before, to show her deep in thought. She could walk up to Victor and say she couldn't marry him. It would be living a lie. But Ron didn't love her, it was either Krum, or lost dreams. Dreams that where dreams and nothing else.

A man appeared in the door to a bar, down the street. If she knew he was there the tears would have fallen. And if she knew the reason hew as there, she would have ran into his arms and it would have been all right, for that moment. But she only thought this in her dreams.

"I'll have a fire whiskey." His voice rasped, but its heart screamed horrible stories, and betrayals. He handed the bar tender 3 sickles, and took a deep drink. No matter what he tried, he could not forget her. Her smile, her honey hair, and her sparkling eyes, that lit up for Victor and not for himself. "Damn life, damn world, that damn girl I loved!" Life was never this confusing, he never cried like he did now.

He was so ready to tell her, so ready to get punched witless by Krum, he was so ready so say he loved her. But he could never be ready enough to face that moment again...

Ron dashed into the Italian restaurant Hermione and Krum were for a date, he was going to tell her, this was it. Krum would probably beat him and the press would have a field day but it was worth it, better to let her know then to have an unlived life, "Sir could you tell me where Master Krum and his date are?" Ron asked the attendant.

"Sorry, sir I can't give you that information." He replied dusting his glasses. Ron looked around and pulled two galleons out of his coat pocket.

"Two galleons says you can!" Ron said nodding. He didn't care that he wouldn't hold two galleons for another few days.

"Right this way sir." He said leading him to a hallway, "Last booth on the right."

This was it, he said walking slowly, I'm only going to confess my undying, oh god I'm going to confess my undying love. He swallowed and walked quietly, and before looking in yelled, "Hermione, is that you?"

"...Hermyone I tink that is Ronald." Came the distinct voice of Krum.

"Ron?" Hermione said nervously. This was it he was going to tell her, he walked around the corner, to see Krum kneeling on the floor and Hermione wearing a gold diamond ring.

"Guess wha Ron, me and Myonee are engaged!" Ron stopped in his tracks; he felt the worst pain ever, piercing through his heart, tearing his soul. He cried on the inside but on the outside he muttered a horse 'great.'

And that's what he would do cry on the inside, and smile on the outside. He was a fool, a fool who didn't know what he wanted besides a girl. Who he couldn't get. So he drank, and drank but nothing could get her off his mind.

"Where have you been Ron?" Harry said as Ron entered the flat they shared, around 1:30 at night. "Still upset about Hermione?"

"Yeah, was someone over?" Ron asked dropping on the couch. Harry was clearing off the coffee table.

"Uh... yeah Ginnywasoverforsomewine..." Harry said quickly trying to make Ron not notice.

"Oh come on, why do you have to date my sister. And really, for wine?" Ron asked upset.

"Ron, she's old enough to make her own decisions, I mean she is 23! We have been dating for 4 years! I mean an engagement, was coming!" Harry said, casually, Ron picked up on it.

N/F/Y: What'd you think? Very sad... I have to

"What? Come on! Everyone is getting married except me. I'm going to end up having to marry Neville or someone." Ron said. He hid his tears with jokes, and he screamed but complained. It wasn't Harry's fault that Hermione loved someone else.

"Sorry mate, horrible timeing." Harry said, tapping him on his back. Maybe he should give up on Hermione... but he couldn't he just couldn't. Never in his life, be fully aware of not loving her.

N/F/Y: What'd you think? Very sad hey? I have to major plot point ideas for the next few chapters. I would like a few reviews, I'll see how this goes over. And next chapter I'm going to want a certain # of reviews so consider you're self lucky! ;)