Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but I totally wish I was j.k. the genius who started this amazing series with imagination, a dream, and a vision.

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And he who seeks to kill his equal,

Will have knowledge of his equals powers,

And the ability of those who stand behind him.

He knows without the trio together, he equal is nothing.

With brain she will fight for the ones she loves

and will win in the end

depending on the slightest of the dark one's fear

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Ron's POV:

I could tell she was annoyed. Just the way she gave me that stern glare, how she flipped her hair around , how she would stare at her paper, trying hard to concentrate, but could never quite accomplish such. She was annoyed. With me of course.

I'm not quite sure how it happened. The news of the prophecy, I mean. The news of it came so quickly. The Daily Prophet interviewing every student, trying to find the prophecy's character. But I knew. So did Harry, and Dumbledore and every other person who knew Hermionie. She is the only girl in the wizarding world who it could have been.

I had been trying my best to hide my concern. I knew I was doing a lousy job at it. She was all I could think about. Morning. Noon. Laying in bed trying to fall asleep.

"What if something happens"

"Like what?"

"I don't know…what ever is supposed to happen in the prophecy."

"Relax! It's Hermoinie we are talking about here"

"I know! But still, how can I protect her. Should I follow her around?"

"Sorry, you've done enough of that today. I'm surprised she didn't file a restraining order."

"Erg! Even my own brain's against me?? Why doesn't anyone know how I feel? Why can't they understand me?"

"Well, if you'd actually explain this crazy attraction you seem to have for-"

"Shut up will you!!"

Sometimes my own brain gives me headaches. The only person that knows is Harry. Well, the only person I've told is Harry. Who knows how many more people know. But I don't even care. I don't care if the world knows.

"I LOVE HERMIONIE GRANGER!!"

HAPPY now?

But what do you do if the person you love is in great risk of getting killed??? Do you just sit there at the sidelines yelling "go Hermionie, you can live!" –or- do you run as fast as you can and fight with her to the finish line.

Now she is irritated because I'm being so cautious and alert. Watching everything, and everyone. Can you blame me? Read the prophecy again…does that seem like a good outcome is coming out of that?

And then there are the dark days.

Where everything I think is negative, trusting no one, believing in nothing.

Thinking of life without her. Without her smile, her laugh, her glistening eyes. Yes, we get on each other's nerves, but there are more happy times than bad. I remember the first time I almost kissed her. Of course, she was completely oblivious.

Why haven't I told her yet?

Good question. I guess it's just that I'm afraid to lose her. That she won't feel the same way. Then things will be too awkward between us. Then I'd have no hermionie at all. Things will drift and die.

I shiver.

I come back from my trance of thought and Harry asks,

"You were thinking about her won't you?"

"And if I was?"

"O nothing, just wondering."

I stare into the flames of the fireplace, and study their rhthmatic dance, and am interrupted,

"Why don't you just tell her"

"Harry, I've told you about 30 times now."

"It is such a stupid reason! Ron, think of it this way, if she likes you back, you and Hermionie will be together forever, and you'll be happy forever! No more moping around dreaming of her. Instead you can experience the real thing."

I ponder for the billionth time what it would like to embrace her. To kiss her. To tell her how I feel and have her feel the same in return.

But my positive thoughts quickly turn into negative ones. Having enough confusion for one day, I say good night to Harry, sulk off to bed, and climb into bed prepared for another night of debate.