A/N: So, yet another idea that happened to creep its way into my mind. It's more Hermione/Ron one-sided stuff, which is sad but you know, there were like 7 books of it. Talking of which I don't actually own anything here (as you've probably guessed.) Might be a one shot, but I could make it a series, let me know what you think.


A figure huddled in the windowsill, leant against the stone wall, gazing longingly at the happy residents of the outside world, weak, vulnerable and hopeless. That was me.

In the distance I could make out Ron and Lavender, holding hands and laughing. I felt pathetic when I realised just how much I'd give to be in her position for a split second. To feel his fingers intertwined with my own, hear his laughter ringing through my ears, feel his breath ghosting across my face. I wanted his arms round my waist, his lips on my skin, his kind words lingering in my mind.

Every time I saw her stupid, smiling face the anger boiled through me, the tension pumped through my veins. I longed to see my shaking hand collide with her smug features, I never liked her much anyway.

Mind, it wasn't her fault she was dating Ron, maybe if he'd have known my feelings before none of this would've happened. If he wasn't so damn blind to every hint I've ever dropped or every time I've looked into his eyes and been lost within those hypnotising, amber orbs, this situation may have been entirely avoidable.

Who am I kidding? Why would he take an interest in me? I had nothing over her, I was just book-loving, bushy-haired, boring Hermione. She was prettier than me, more 'fun' and certainly more experienced. She had looks and reputation on her side, what did I have?

Knowledge? Good in a crisis, fine for friendship but not really 'girlfriend material'. The jealousy stretched throughout my body in an infuriating manner, triggering my tear ducts. The imaginary barrier I was holding in place collapsed and the tears flowed freely down my cheeks, slipping down my face like rain down the castle walls.

The door opened.

"Hermione?" It was Ginny, her voice thick with concern and sympathy. Pity, just what I needed. I wiped the salty tracks furiously from my face, hopefully before she noticed them

"Hermione, what's up?" I couldn't reply, I was too close to breaking point to reply. I just blinked hurriedly and continued to glare out of the window. Ginny looked out and spotted the problem instantly.

"Oh. You and Ron…" Her voice trailed off.

"Me and Ronald what Ginny?" I'd snapped at her, I didn't intend to, she ignored it anyway.

"You like Ron." she stated simply, as though it really was that obvious, maybe it was.

"Don't." I'd mumbled my denial at her, I knew it was childish, I knew it was pointless, but I really didn't want to have this discussion.

Ginny had crossed the room by now, taking her place on the windowsill opposite me, her chin resting on her knees, feet parallel to my own. Then she glared at me, staring right through my lies into the depths of my soul. She continued to survey me with this expectant look until I caved in.

I broke the eye contact. "Fine." I admitted it, but I wasn't about to sit there and pour my heart out to the boy in question's sister.

Her face lit up in victory, but she held her smile back from anything but her eyes.

"So?" She didn't seem to entirely comprehend the situation.

I gestured out of the window, "he's with her." The giggling couple were still in the grounds and my voice was filled with a disgusting amount of jealousy, a hint of viciousness underlining it.

"He's trying to make you jealous." That was Ginny's suggestion, a typical comfort phrase, something you want to hear though you know it's probably not true.

I took a deep breath to steady myself, I was going to need it if the tears were to remain internal.

"Time to face facts Ginny, he's never liked me, never will, everyone just needs to accept that. He's with her now, they're happy, I'm just being a spiteful cow because I haven't got anyone." My voice was weak, like Ginny's false suggestions, I bit back the sadness, I wouldn't let it show. Leaving my comment lingering in the air, I swiftly turned and made my exit.

I left the door to the tower swinging open, Ginny still trying to think of something to say and ran down the stairs two at a time. Only when I was safely locked in the girls bathroom did I allow myself to face the truth and let the tears flow freely down my face. I finally accepted what could never be, It hurt, but maybe this was the first step to being free.


A/N: I'm not sure how well this went so, Reviews would be awesome again, I'll even send happy thoughts to all those that do :) If you do review, thanks in advance and let me know if you think I should continue this.