A/N: I'm dreadfully sorry to all of you out there who are pro Harry/Hermione. I'm not, and that's all I can say. (Please don't tar and feather me!) O.K, on to the story. This is from Ron's piont of view. It's part of my reflections sieries, this is NOT my first fanfic. I'm writing a fanbook with Alanna. My second and third fanfics are cliches, and I didn't have them with me, besides, I didn't want my first published work to be a cliche. I love 'em, but I thought my first should maybe be something a bit more DEEP. While I'm on it, this isn't even my first Reflections... This is actually my third. The first one is in a notebook that I don't have at the moment, and the second one doesn't make any sense to anybody but me. Oh well, I can be flexible. I promise, I won't make you listen to me any longer. Let the fanfic begin! :)
Romanticallly challenged. That's me in a nutshell. Half the time I don't know how to express my feelings, the other half I have no idea who I'm supposed to be in love with. It's so confusing to be me. How, I ask myself, can one possible lose track of who the're madly in love with? I have no idea. How could somebody so perfect and wonderful, so smart and beautiful, even think about loving someone like me? How could somebody like Hermione Granger love somebody like Ron Weasley? I've bungled our entire relationship. I just know I have. She said she had a crush on me ever since a moth after we became friends. That would've been sometime in December, when we were 11. For 6 years I was lusting for her and thinking that it was Lavender Brown I wanted. Lavender Brown, what an idiot. Hermione, what an angel. Pathetic, just pathetic. Now I know it's her whose my soulmate. Good job Weasley, 1 out of 1,000 things right. Even though I love her, I can't ever express my feelings. The words always stick in my throght, and I can't say them for the life of me. We lay on a blanket outside in each other's arms and look at the stars. We talk. What about? Anything. Everything. I look into her beautiful eyes and my heart melts. She talks. I love her voice. I laugh. She always has something funny to say. She's so intelligemt, so smart, so beautiful. I look at her and it all becomes clear to me. "I love you, Hermione." Suddenly the words don't stick anymore. A/N: Siriusly (sorry,I did that on purpose-I'm not that dumb!), I'm obsessed with author's notes! It's just my personality. If you thought the story was strange, you're not alone. Personally, I think all my Reflection's are strange, but everybody I show them to likes them and thinks they're good, and I enjoy psycoanalizing the charecters, so they just keep rowling out. (I'm terribly sorry about that Rowling thing. Harry Potter just kinda took over the VERY SMALL part of my brain devoted to spelling, and well, you've seen the results). And I could just babble all night, and you people would listen due to the fact you don't want to laeve 'cause your afriad I'm gonna say something earthshattering at the end of all this JUNK! I just relized, put together, my two author's notes are longer then my whole story :) These charecters are not mine, rights are niether assumed or implied, yadda, yadda, yadda.