Disclaimer: Ron and Hermione belong to J.K. Rowling. -nods- May the Dreaded Curse of Writer's Block never strike her quill.

Author's Note: R/H pairing. - cough What's with me and these one-shot fics? And confessions. I really need somebody to push me outta this state of mind. Perhaps I'll come up with something light and humorous for once -sightwitch- Aanyways, here it is, enjoy! Don't forget to R'n'R!

"You know, this is rather strange.

Very odd indeed.

I...I don't know how to tell you this, but...

I like you 'Mione, I really do.

I mean, I LIKE you. As in, you know... Love you.

-sigh-

Don't look at me like that! I know that you've known for a while. I mean, it was obvious.

Yes, see? I knew you did. Shh, no, don't say anything, it's my turn to talk.

I guess I've felt this for you for years, without realizing it. After all, who can really pin-point the exact time and place when friendship turns to love?

I didn't realize this until lately, of course.

Suddenly, your eyes began to sparkle in that special way.

You seemed to glow from inside with a certain aura of warmth, contentment.

Dunno. When I'm around you, I feel like its Christmas every day. And don't give me that look! I'm sorry, but it's hard to put it into words. I mean, each glance, each move, each smile of yours are like a present to me...

Speaking of your smile... Have you ever noticed how pretty it is? Heh, it's true! When you smile, your whole face lights up, and your laugh is infectious!

The snort is my favourite part.

Ow! Okay, sorry, sorry! You do not snort while you laugh. -cough-

Right.

It's just...Before, all that I thought mattered to me was Quidditch, and the House Cup, and the occasional adventure with Harry and you.

Oh, how very wrong I was!

Now, I know what's really important to me.

YOU.

Being with you is better than catching the Snitch in the World Quidditch Cup finals.

Better than finally finding the last card needed to complete your collection in a Chocolate Frog.

Better than a brand-new Firebolt!

Don't laugh! Can't you see I'm trying here?!

-chuckle- I guess that what I'm trying to say is, I feel so, so, SO incredibly lucky to have you around, 'Mione.

You mean a lot to me.

If I could, I'd give you the sun, the moon, and the stars. I'd put the world at your feet!

But I can't.

What I can do is offer you my heart.

Please be gentle.

Please, 'Mione. Accept.

And tell me the truth, please, the truth! I need to know.

Do you love me?"

Just then, a knock on the door startled the boy, and he turned around to see it creak open, and a bushy-haired head peek through.

"Ron?"

"Y-yes?" He stammered, blushing.

"Hey, whatcha up to?"

"N-nothing..."

"Okay...Anyways, where's Harry? He asked me to go over his Transfiguration notes, but for the love of Merlin, I can't find them! -sigh-"

"I think he's down at the Quidditch pitch..."

"Oh, alright. Thanks! You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah..."

"Bye, then!" And with those words, Hermione closed the door. Her retreating footsteps were heard on the stairs for a moment, then silence.

Ron uttered a sigh, looking positively dejected. Turning back to the mirror, he cast a hopeless glance at his reflection, and uttered:

"Someday, 'Mione.

Someday."

A/N: Hope you liked it! I don't usually do R/H, but it's the only pairing I accept for either of them ;) I thought about doing a twist in which it seems as if Ron is talking, and then we come to find out its really Draco..But eh. -; XP Please review! 333