Ron was sitting in the common room waiting for Harry and Hermione. He was surprised at how long it was taking Harry to get ready, although Hermione's tardiness was no surprise. He turned as he heared Hermione walking down towards the common room. Ron gasped at the sight of her. She looked so, so, so beautiful and elegant even in her ordinary robes. Her face was radiant, and she was smiling brightly, yet she was wringing her hands like she always did when she was nervous. She seemed to have an aura about her. Angelic, she looked just like an angel. Ron shook his head as Hermione approached him.
Hermione came over and sat next to Ron. "Um...Ron, I, well, um, I need to talk to you." Hermione was looking everywhere except into Ron's eyes. "What is it Hermione? Is something wrong?" Ron sounded worried. "Yes, I mean, no. Nothing's wrong, it's just very, very, important. It could effect as both immmensly. The whole course of our lives' could chang." Hermione was blabbing and Ron was getting impatient. "What is it Hermione?" Hermione looked down and she began to wring her hands again. "Ron, I, here goes, I, I, I love you Ron." Hermione was crying, although they didn't seem to be tears of sorrow. "From the very first moment I saw you, I felt something. A longing, is what I thought. A longing to have a friend, to be your friend. But we are friends now, and I still feel it, so I realized, it was sort of like a longing. It was love. Love. I love you Ron." The wringing of the hands stopped, as did the crying. Hermione finally looked into Ron's eyes. And he did the first thing that popped into his mind.
He ran.