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Hey there, this is all about Hermione and Ron. It takes place after the seventh book.

Dealing With It - More Than A Teaspoon Could Feel

Ron loved Harry, that was for sure. He was his best friend, he was like one of his brothers. But sometimes he couldn't help but feel hatret towards Harry for always being the hero. Harry had just everything… the glory, the fame, the money and most importantly: the girl he loved, loved him right back. This was the point of which Ron was definitely the most envious.

He knew, Harry loved his baby sister Ginny and it was okay with him, because he knew that Ginny loved Harry all the same and he knew, what love was like. It was killing.

It was just that Ginny wasn't the only one fancying Harry. Whereever he went, there were endless numbers of girls who would snog Harry senselessly if it wasn't for Ginny.

Ron instead wasn't really popular with girls. There was just one girl he wanted to love him. Hermione. Just the sound of her name made him shiver pleasantly. He loved her endlessly, but he knew that Hermione would never like him the way he wished she would.

Ron understood this. Why would a girl fancy a boy like Ron, if there were men like Harry around? He would as well prefer Harry, if he was in her place. He was just everything and Ron was just nothing.

But why on earth was Hermione holding his hand from time to time? Why was Hermione talking the night away with him? Why would she rest her head on his shoulder when she was sad and why would she let him stroke her hair? He didn't understand girls the slightest bit…

Maybe it was because Harry already had a girlfriend whom he would never betray. And Hermione would never want Harry to betray Ginny. Maybe she would be close to Ron sometimes, because she tried to replace Harry by this. This thought hurt too much. He wanted Hermione to truly want him. He didn't want to just fill the gap.

Ron didn't particularly know when it had happened. The whole falling in love thing. He only knew, that it had definitely happened and that he didn't know whether to like it or not.

Dealing with all these feelings was complicated. It made Ron feel worthless. He knew Harry's life wasn't easy. He had had a lot of trouble in his life. He had had to destroy Voldemort, he had seen worse things than any of them – he had even seen death when he had let Voldemort kill him to pretect his friends. Harry was so brave. Ron wished he could be half as brave as Harry was, but he surely wasn't. He was afraid of spiders. Spiders. That was something to scare a little girl, but not a full grown wizard.

Ron envied Harry so much it sometimes hurt to be in the same room as him. Ron would have gladly carried all of Harry's burdens if this was what made Hermione want Harry. He would have faced death to protect her, no matter what.

There was just one point left, he didn't understand. Hermione had kissed him in the heat of the war. Kissed him. Why on earth would she do something like that? Ron had surely enjoyed it more than anything he had ever done, but he just couldn't get it. The war had ended one week ago. Everyone was sad because of the dead and nobody was really talking much. Especially George had changed. He never laughed and spent all day in his and Fred's room alone. Hermione had gone to get her parents back from Australia. It had been kind of heartbreaking to see her leave him after so many months they had spent together. Although she had promised to come back as soon as possible.

They hadn't talked about the incident at all. She had hugged both him and Harry tightly when she had said her goodbyes. Perhaps he had imagined it, but it had seemed as if she had held him longer than Harry. But what was he thinking? It had just been his imagination in which Hermione used to hold him very long and very tightly…

And then she had been gone. Ron had no idea what all this had been about. Why had she kissed him? Did she regret it? Of course she did… Should he talk to Harry about it? Since Ron had destroyed the locket, Harry knew anyways that he was in love with Hermione. It had been so embarrassing. And it had been so heartbreaking to hear all his fears confirmed by the heads of Hermione and Harry.

There was a knock on the door of Ron's bright orange room.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked, popping his head inside.

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Sooo, that was it for now. I hope you enjoyed it. This is all about Ron's feelings, but in the next chapters there's going to happen more. Please don't mind wrong grammar or spelling, because I'm from Germany. I'd love reviews!

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