I hate Ron, how can he settle with someone like lavender brown, she is definitely not his type, but what is his type well it defiantly isn't someone like me… did I really just say that. Why do I care, he is mean, inconsiderate, lazy, whiny, gorgeous sexy amazing. Stop! Stop! Stop! Hermione. What in the bloody hell am I saying. I don't love Ron, he's my friend, and like a brother eww can't think of him that way. What do I see in him, why do I lo..

" Hermione, something is wrong with Ron!" Harry interrupts.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was poisoned."

Ron.

That was my sudden instinct to rush out of the common room, oh God please don't let him die, I need him please.

I burst open the door into the hospital, I saw him there motionless, surrounded by gringotts candy, and vase of flowers, the Weasley's must have been here.

"Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley is not taking visitors at this time." Madam Pomfrey said, storming out from her office.

"Just give me five minutes, I just found out." I said.

"Five minutes, Miss Granger." Madam Pomfrey warned stepping away into her office.

I walked over to the boys lifeless body, looked at his pale face, his half opened mouth , he looked so angelic, I like him this way. His chest was rising in a slow in steady pace. I laid my head upon his chest, to hear his heart still beating. Slow and steady.

I lifted my head up and looked at him. "Don't think I'm not still upset with you for what you did to me, with Lavender, just because you are in a coma Ronald. I'm not so easily sympathetic." But I was, I hadn't spoken to him in months, the terrible words I said, the canaries a sent over to attack the boy I love so deeply. I couldn't very well let him know that, could I?

"I don't have a lot of time." I stopped. I closed my eyes and thought about the first time I met him, "Remember when we first met, on the train I knew you had to be a Weasley, Red hair, and freckles, hand me down robes, and wand, dirt on your nose." I laughed. "I don't know if that was the first time I knew that I… maybe it was when you saved me from the troll, you finally got it Ron, I was so proud of you, I wanted to run up and tell you." I stopped again; I could feel the hot wet tears caress my cheeks; I brought my hand up to feel his cheek. He was so soft. I wonder if he could feel me, if he could hear me? "Ron I don't think you should see lavender anymore, first of all she's completely mental, weird, annoying, and she's not even that pretty." I rambled on. But I settled when I thought I saw a finger twitch.I waited. "Maybe I'm jealous." I would have never admitted that to you if you were awake." I rested her face in between my hands and cried a little. "Why am I telling you this, what has gotten into me I'm talking to someone in comatose." "God Ron this is what you do to me, you make me feel like my stomach is flying, you get me all tongue twisted and senseless, hot and bothered, you make me feel what's the word…sexy." you make me so angry and heated when you argue with me and I feel like ripping off your shirt and all your clothes and rava.. wow no need to go there." But sometimes you hurt me," I began to cry again, "you could hurt me so bad you don't even know that you did, like the Yule ball what was the point I missed, yes I heard you, you ruined the only night I thought I could possibly make you fall in love with me by interrogating my date, I never even kissed him, I couldn't, do you want to know why, because every time I thought about kissing him your face would always turn up. I know that's why you went with Lavender. But I…"

"Miss Granger it's time." Madam Pomfrey cut in.

"Alright."

I leaned down so my lips were inches away from Ron's ear, "It's you, and it's always been you."