A/N: Hermione's POV

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. The characters are J.K. Rowling's while the song is Glee's.

CHAPTER ONE

All my life

I've waited for the right moment to let you know

I don't wanna let you go

But now I realize

There's just no perfect time

To confess how you feel

This much I know is real

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror, I was a wreck, my eyes were still red, and swollen, my face flushed and as pale as a sheet.

I spent the whole night crying.

Crying over my failure.

No, it wasn't on a test or my O.W.L.s or anything of that sort.

But I think this failure, was by far the worst of them all.

I've failed to tell Ron Weasley how I felt about him.

Ever since we were in fourth year, I've wanted to tell him so badly. I've wanted to tell him how much he meant to me. I've wanted to tell him that Viktor didn't mean anything, that he was just a sad excuse for a 'Replacement Ron.'

But, after everything Harry went through during the Triwizard Tournament and even the D.A. the year after, I had decided to keep my feelings on hold. I thought I would know when the right moment would come. And when our sixth year started, I had told myself that this was my year. That I would tell Ron how I felt this year before it was too late.

And now, look. He was snogging Lavender Brown.

Though, in all honesty, as much as I was upset it Lavender. As much as I wanted to strangle her and tell her to stay away from Ron, I couldn't be too mad at her.

She had courage. Something I've lacked for years. She was brave enough to go straight to Ron and tell him how she felt about him instead of waiting for the right time to come. Because now, I know that that moment will never come. There is no right or wrong to tell someone you liked them. You just have to go up to them, cross your fingers, blurt it out and hope he feels the same way.

I've been saying that to myself all these years. Yet hear here I was standing in front of a mirror wishing that this wasn't reality.

I tried my best to look as normal as possible. I took a long hot shower (hoping to add some color back into my cheeks), brushed my hair thoroughly, and putting a bit of concealer, just to hide the eye bags.

I walked back to my dorm room, completely ignoring Lavender and grabbed my bag and went straight to the Great Hall hoping that Ron and Harry were still asleep.

The moment I came into the Great Hall the first person to greet me was a girl with fiery red hair and deep brown eyes.

"Hermione!" she called. I turned to her and forced a smile.

She pulled me into a tight hug. "How are you?" she asked.

I reluctantly let out a giggle. "I'm fine."

"Hermione." She started, "Ron's just being an idiot. He'll come around."

I felt my eyes water and my lips quiver but I refused to cry anymore. I cleared my throat, and shook my head. "No Ginny its fine. Honestly."

"No it's not!" she exclaimed. "You love him!"

I shrugged feeling my eyes prickle once again, "Well, he clearly he doesn't love me that way…"

"Of course he does!" she exclaimed.

"How do you know?" I said in a shaky voice, my tears falling freely down my cheeks.

"Because I do!" she said. "Look, I know Ron, I know that he feels the same way about you! You should see his face when you owled him that you were coming to the Burrow early! His face lit up."

I shook my head, "Things change Ginny."

"NO." she said, "I refuse to accept that."

"It's the truth." I said, "And quite frankly, I don't care about Ron snogging Lavender—"

"That's bullshit Hermione! And you know it!" she said forcefully. She looked into my eyes with great intensity, trying to understand why I had to mask my depression.

"I-I know…" I said.

I walked away from the Great Hall and turned to the Quidditch pitch.

I tried to calm myself, breathing in the fresh air and feeling the cool breeze against my hot, tear-stricken skin. I looked out at the three Quidditch hoops that Ron usually guarded. And before I knew it was huddled on the floor my arms around my knees and letting everything out.

I sat there, my jaw quivering, my hand shaking. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I felt an arm snake around me. I turned to see Ginny once again.

"You still have a chance Hermione." She said to me, as if reading my mind.

I shook my head, "What's the point?" I said, "I'm an idiot!"

"Hermione," she started, "You're the smartest girl in your year! How could you say that?" She said jokingly, trying to cheer me up.

I let out a snort. "I really am! I waited all this time! For years, I thought that I had a future with Ron, that one day he would realize that I was the one for him and he'd come to me and tell me he loved me. For years I've waited for him to say those words, knowing deep down inside that he wouldn't be able to do it. Knowing that I would need to make the first move, but I didn't all because of that stupid fantasy in my head. And now, I know I shouldn't have waited."

"Hermione," said Ginny, "I'll tell you a secret."

She helped me up from my position and looked me straight in the eye. "Do you know why Ron had never told you how he felt?"

"If he ever felt anything at all…" I interrupted.

"He did!" she said, "And he still does. But that's not the point!"

"Fine, why didn't Ron tell me?"

"Because he had the same idea as you!" she said, "He wanted to tell you. He really did! But he just couldn't find the perfect time!"

I scoffed. "Perfect." I said, "I'm never going to look at that word the same ever again."

"I told him you know." She said, "I told him you wouldn't care how he told you. As long as he did, but, he didn't listen. "

I wouldn't have either. I thought, there just wasn't time.

But now I knew that was wrong.

All those times we were together in the Burrow before Harry arrived or when we were the Grimmirauld place alone. Or after the Yule Ball, after we had the row. The chances were uncountable. But we didn't do anything, we didn't say anything.

"Look," Ginny started, "be strong and let that git realize his own mistakes!"

I smiled. "Thanks Ginny." I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly. "Thanks for not giving up on us."

Christmas passed in a blur, though I happy to be able to see mum and dad again. It was hard to keep a grin on my face, because whenever I was left alone, my thoughts always wandering back to Ron, and whenever I was in the privacy of my room; slowly but steadily tears flowed.

There were no signs that he and Lavender were going to break-up anytime soon. Which made me sulky during the holidays, I never told my mum and dad anything though. They were so happy to have me home.

Once the New Year came, things still weren't back to normal. Ron and I still haven't spoken and I didn't intend to.

Whenever I felt lonely and slowly starting to give up and talk to Ron again, I would always find him in a position not to be disturbed. Or more accurately, snogging Lavender and my determination to ignore comes back.

A week before Ron's birthday I walked into my dormitory, threw my books on the floor and collapsed on my bed.

"Hermione?" I heard someone whisper. I reluctantly pulled my head away from my pillows and looked up at the blond girl standing in front of me.

"Lavender?"

"I know it's late," She said, tangling her fingers through her hair, "But I need your help."

"What is it?" I said. I took a look at her nervous face wondering what was wrong, though part of me wanted her to say that she and Ron were having problems.

"It's about Won-Won…" she said.

Suddenly, I felt light-hearted. She was going to break up with him! "Go on." I said solemnly.

"Well, it's his birthday in a week, and I don't know what to get him."

My heart sank as fast as it rose. "Oh." I said, my scowl deepening. "Well…"

"Look I know that you and Won-Won haven't spoken since… well… I just wanted you to know that whatever I get Ron, I won't tell him I asked you so that you can go back to ignoring him!" she said with a smile.

I gritted my teeth and forced a smile. "Thanks Lavender."

"No problem," she said with an angelic smile, "So what should I get him?"

"Get him a Tornados shirt." I said without thinking.

"Tornados?"

"The Quidditch team, yes." I said, "They're Ron's absolute favourite!"

"Really?" she said, "Thank you so much Hermione!"

She happily skipped away into the bathroom as I sat there staring blankly into space.

That girl doesn't know a thing about Ron! What an idiot.

I looked at my calendar, and smiled. It was March the first today; Ron's seventeenth birthday.

Today Lavender would present that ridiculous Tornado shirt, which would offend Ron causing him to break up with her.

My smile broadened at the thought. This would be a good day.

I walked down to the common room looking for any signs of a row. I turned to my left, where I saw Lavender curled up into a chair her face tear-stricken, Parvati trying to comfort her.

I put on a straight face and went up to her. "Lavender, is something wrong?"

She looked up at me and suddenly began to cry once again. "Ron didn't like his present?" I asked.

"No." Parvati replied.

My eyebrows furrowed I looked down at Lavender's feet to see an unwrapped present with a card address to 'Won-Won'.

"Wait," I said, "What happened?"

"When Ron went down to the common room, Lavender tried to give him his gift but he swatted her away. She said that he was looking for Romilda." Parvati said.

My eyes widened. "Romilda?" I asked, "Romilda Vane?"

Parvati nodded, and Lavender started crying harder.

"I'll be right back."

I exited the common room to see Harry rushing up the stairs, still wearing his pyjamas.

"Harry!" I hissed. "What's going on! Parvati just told me—"

"Ron. Hospital Wing. NOW." He said out of breath.

It took me a moment to register what he meant, but the moment I figured it out I ran straight for the Hospital wing.

I reached the hospital doors and knocked on the double door. Madame Pomfrey stuck her head out and looked at me with an exasperated look.

She sighed, "Oh, Ms. Granger."

"Good morning Madame Pomfrey, I came to see—"

"I know who you came to see Ms. Granger." She interrupted. "Unfortunately, I cannot let you in just yet."

"But—" I said my eyes watering, "Ron-!"

"I'm sorry Ms. Granger, you'll just have to wait…"

"Madame Pomfrey!" I pleaded, "Please—"

Before I could say another word, Madame Pomfrey shut the door.

I stood there for a moment, just staring at the door I knew wouldn't open.

"Hermione!" a voice called from behind, I turned around to see Ginny running towards me, her hair a complete mess, as if she didn't get to brush it this morning. "Harry told me Ron was here. I came as fast as I could."

"Well, you can go back and fix up first Ginny." I said coolly.

"What?" she said exasperated, "Why?"

"Madame Pomfrey won't let us in."

"But—" she said, "Ron's my brother-!"

"And Ron's my best friend." I interjected, "She won't let us in."

Ginny cursed under her breathe, then grabbed a comb from her robes and started smoothening out her fiery red hair.

"Why aren't you two going in?" Harry walked toward us, now in freshly pressed robes.

We sat there for an hour, waiting for Madame Pomfrey to let us in. Watching the clock slowly tick, as Harry explained to us again and again what had happened to Ron this morning.

"What do you reckon was in that mead?" I finally asked. After a long quiet meditation.

Harry looked at me and shook his head, "I don't know. And neither does Professor Slughorn. I think they're having a meeting right now."

It was already eight when Madame Pomfrey let us in the Hospital Wing. The moment the door was opened I rushed to the only occupied.

I looked at Ron's limp, pale figure lying on the bed and took a sharp intake of breathe.

"Ron…" I said,

"He's alright my dear." Madame Pomfrey assured me.

I gave a sigh of relief and walked towards the chair to the left of his bed.

We sat there in silence for a while until the door barged open and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came rushing in.

Mrs. Weasley looked windswept and her eyes started welling up at the sight of Ron. She took his hand and started to cry.

"Ronnie…" she whimpered, while Mr. Weasley snaked his arms around her and held her tight, looking extremely concerned about his youngest son.

Sometime later Professor Dumbledore came in and took Mr. and Mrs. Weasley away, leaving us to look after Ron.

Fred and George arrived past and. Their brows furrowed, looking closely at their brother.

Fred had put down a package on the side of Ron's bed, and then the twins started shooting questions at Harry which he didn't hesitate to answer. He knew that he would have to explain it a million times more before the day was done.

They discussed Ron's poisoning for while. But I didn't feel like participating. Seeing Ron like this is bad enough, suspecting anyone of doing it would just kill me.

Then suddenly, Ron started to stir and everyone in the room looked at him as he moved.

"'Er-my-nee," he mumbled. It took a while for us to register what he had said but the moment it was made clear everyone stared at me as my face burned up and started to turn crimson.

He said Hermione…

Slowly the Hospital wing emptied one by one, Ron's guests disappeared but I was reluctant to move. I wanted to wait until he woke up, so I could tell him how sorry I was.

Suddenly, the clock struck eight and I knew I had to leave. Ginny had stood up first, came up to me, and whispered, "I told you."

My cheeks began to heat up again. I bit my lip, and looked up at her. And she had a little cheesy smirk on her face.

"Shut up."

When Ron got out of the hospital wing, we became friends again. But then again, I don't know how you could remain upset with someone who was poisoned.

Things weren't completely back to normal just yet. We were still a little overly polite to each other and we hadn't rowed.

Then one day, I was helping Ron with his homework, until I noticed that his essay was full of misspelled word. Apparently, Ron used something of Fred and George's which ended up making him Roonil Wazlib.

"Ah no!" said Ron exclaimed. "Don't say I'll have to write the whole thing out again!"

I know it was wrong, and he's been copying off my homework for years but I felt bad for him.

"It's okay, we can fix it," I said.

I placed my wand on Ron's parchment and started to correct his spelling.

"I love you, Hermione!"

I was taken aback for a moment, I didn't keep my eye off the piece of parchment because if I did and looked up at Ron I knew that I would turn red.

I didn't know how to respond to him, though I knew he meant in the 'Thanks for helping me with my homework' way and not the 'I really like you' way.

"Don't let Lavender hear you saying that." I said.

"I won't," said Ron into his hands. "Or maybe I will... then she'll ditch me..."

I wish…

"So," Ginny asked as we sat in the library one night, "Anything on Lavender lately?"

I tried my best to look solemn. "Maybe," I said not looking up from my book.

"Did she and Ron break-up?"

I couldn't help myself, I closed my books and went closer to her, so no one could hear us, "Just the other day!"

Suddenly, Ginny started to squeal which go us some stares and a "Shh!" from Madame Pince.

"Tell me all about it!" she said in a high pitched whisper.

I told her how I went into the boy's dormitory to talk to Ron and Harry. I told her how Harry was in his invisibility cloak so no one could see him.

"Lavender was in the common room and she thought it was just Ron and me." I said, "And she sort of just fell apart."

"Brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Not brilliant." I said to her, "Just a misunderstanding."

"Whatever," Ginny said, "She's gone."

"Yeah, I suppose so." I said, "But it's not easy, seeing her cry her heart out in the dormitory."

"Hey," she said, "You've been crying longer."

I smiled, "Yeah, I have."

"So," she started. "When are you going to tell him?"

I looked up at her, "Tell him what?"

"That you like him!" she said.

"Oh right," I said, "About that…"

"Hermione!"

"I think Ron should get over Lavender for a while." I lied.

I knew Ron was over Lavender. In all honesty, I wasn't even sure if he really liked Lavender. But I didn't want to tell him just yet. Not with all Harry's going through. He needs his best friends to be there for him and not snogging in a corner.

Okay, that wasn't completely right either. It had nothing to do with that actually…

"This has nothing to do with Lavender!" she exclaimed. "This is rubbish!"

I shrugged, and looked down at my piece of parchment.

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, "I'm not yet done with you! Just tell me the truth! Why don't you want to tell him?"

"Because I'm terrified!" I hissed.

I grabbed my books, my pieces of parchment and left the library.

I'm never going to learn am I?

A/N:

Hello everyone!

Yes, I have returned with another Ron/Hermione fanfic! :D I hope you all enjoy this short story! I will be updating every week until this story is finished so I hope you'll be checking in on it.

So yeah, this is going to be a chapter song fic. I hope you guys will be able to understand what's happening in the story even though the song is broken up into parts. :))

I hope you guys got the Tornados joke. :D It was in Order of the Phoenix when Ron interrupted Harry when he was talking to Cho Chang. He had shown his disgust for the team.

Oh, and just so you know, the song is called As Long As You're There by Charice or Sunshine Corazon or Glee. Whatever floats your boat. :))

Thanks for reading! See you next week.

~rascal

P.S.- reviews would be gladly appreciated :D