A/N: Hello readers! I know my partner and I have not been updating in a while but now we are (obviously)! The title of this story is named after the fabulous song by James Blunt! I do not own any of these characters- they belong to the gifted J.K. Rowling!
Now here is the first chapter! READ & REVIEW!
-Punky Monkey
Why didn't I just tell her? Ron Weasley scolded himself. She is gone for good. He pushed his school trunk into the corner of his bedroom and sat on the edge of his bed.
Seventh year had just ended. No more Hogwarts, and no more friends, most importantly, Hermione Granger. He ran his fingers through his fiery red hair as he thought of his dear friend's smiling face. I can always write to her, he thought.
But he knew that would never be the same. How stupid was he? He had liked Hermione since the end of first year, surely that was enough time!
The opportunity never came, right?, he tried to convince himself. Ron had no luck, he knew he was wrong. Ron knew he didn't need a Healer at St. Mungo's to figure that out.
He longed to tell her after she had been petrified in their second year. Third year he wanted to tell her when she cared for him after he had been wounded in the Whomping Willow. And in fourth year (how could he forget?) Ron had refrained from telling her he loved her when Hermione had accused her of being jealous of Krum. Also the countless times they had waited in the empty common room for Harry to return from his detentions with Umbridge. Of course there was after Dumbledore's funeral.
All Ron had was one question: Why?
Sorry for such a short chapter! So, what'd you think?
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- Punky Monkey