Missing Moments

AN: Sorry I've been soooooooo busy with school work! This is a fanfic about the fourth year right after the Yule Ball; I think a bunch of people think that Ron was nowhere near confessing his feelings. I think he was sort of ready, but not all that much.

Setting: the steps right after the Yule Ball

POV: Hermione Grangers

This is set in the Goblet of Fire, like I've said twice its right after the Yule Ball, like an hour after. Enjoy!

I was sobbing quietly into my hands, sitting on the steps after the Yule Ball. I had been having a nice time with Vicky- I mean Viktor, till Ron began to accuse me of helping Viktor with his egg. Ron always has to ruin everything! I mean honestly Ronald! He wanted to ask the prettiest and most amazing girl to the Ball, so of course he asks me as a last resort. I heard someone coming around the corner, which lead to the top of the stair. I ignored the sound of dancing shoes hitting the hard marble floor.

"Hermione?" I heard someone behind me call. I lifted my hands off my tear stained face, I knew that voice! I whipped my head around to find Ron looking at me with those big blue eyes.

"What Ronald?" I snapped, frowning at him.

"Look Hermione, I don't know how to say this. . ." Ron said running his fingers through his long ginger mane. His eyes were purposely not meeting mine.

"What do you not know how to say Ronald? After all you know how to talk." I said highly curious at what made him unable to talk.

"." He said so fast the only word I caught was wanted and Viktor.

"Excuse me, didn't quite catch that." Ron blushed, and shoved his hands into his robe pockets. He mumbled something at the floor. Would he speak up for crying out loud! I was beginning to get frustrated with him for the third or fourth time today. He was still walking to his shoes.

"Ronald! Speak up!" I said shooting him an annoyed look. This time he was still talking to the ground but said it louder,

"I wanted you to go to the ball with me and not Viktor." He said his ears growing scarlet. I was shocked, for weeks I had listened to him go on and on about the perfect girl.

-FLASHBACK-

We were sitting around the roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was daydreaming about the perfect Yule Ball date,
"She will have curly brown hair, a nice warm smile and look amazing." Ron said, I glanced over at Harry who was smirking at me slightly. Ron apparently realized he said that out loud and blushed madly. I laughed, typical Ron. I shrugged and said "What?" to Harry who was still grinning like a maniac.

-FLASHBACK OVER-

I had no idea what to say to him. Was I that girl he was talking about? No of course I wasn't, he wanted to go with someone perfect and I was Hermione, just Hermione.

"Ron then why didn't you just asked me?" I asked him, still very confused on the whole 'Ron's perfect date' thingy. Ron's entire face flushed this time, including his already scarlet ears.

"Well because, Ididn'tknowwhatyouwouldsay." Ron spat out, his eyes moved from his shoes to a spot somewhere behind me, he didn't know I would say yes? I've fancied him for months! Well almost years, since second year at least!

"Ronald I would have loved to gone with you to the Ball as friends." Oh crap I said it, the friendship date. I cursed myself for being so stupid! I wanted to go to the Ball with Ron as more than friends! I saw his face drop and it didn't seem possible, but Ron blushed a deeper red.

"Hermione, I meant to ask you to go with me as my date." Ron said, his eyes focused somewhere behind my left ear. I really did want to go with Ron, but what would it do to our friendship? I chewed on my bottom lip nervously.

"Look I was being an idoit, I think I'll leave now." Ron made a motion to leave, but I quickly stopped him.

"Look Ron, I shouldn't have said the friends part, I wasn't thinking straight, stay here." I looked up puzzled, there was slow soft music coming from the Ball room. Ron apparently heard it too, his ears perked up.

"Hey, do you hear that?" I asked, extremely confused why there was music playing, Ron checked his watch that he was wearing on his left hand.

"I dunno, Hermione it's nearly 1:00." I motioned for Ron to follow me as I crept down the steps slowly, walking into the Ball room.

"No one's here, that's strange." Ron said looking around into the corners of the room, trying to find the source of the music.

"Strange." I said, the room was completely deserted. Just then I had an insane idea, what if Ron and I danced? I mean we both wanted to go to the Ball together so why not recreate it?

"Ron, uh would you like to dance?" I asked, now it was my turn to be mumbling at my shoes.

"Yeah, I would like that." Ron replied, I turned to face towards him and noticed something, Ron was tall a lot taller than me! He was about a head and a half taller than me; this could turn into a problem. Ron seemed to notice this too. He placed his large hand awkwardly on my hip, I did the same but on his shoulder, and I had to stretch to reach it. This was so not working, my arm was hurting already and it had been 30 seconds.

"Uh Ron? Maybe we should move a bit closer." I suggested there was about 6 inches between us, maybe because his arms where so long.

"Yeah, that would be better." I stepped forward sealing the gap between us, now it was so much easier to reach his shoulder. I sighed laying my head on his chest; he leaned his head down and put it on top of mine. This was nice; we were swaying along to the steady slow music. This was perfect, just the way it should have been.