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A/N: The story line is not a unique one. In fact one of my all time favourite
books Mansfield Park, by Jane Austen is filled with it. But what makes it
different is the characters, location, and how the characters deal with it.
Unrequited Love does have a bit of unique bit to the writing style. It features
entries of Hermione's diary. I hope you enjoy this little bit of fun. I'm am
writing it in between chapters of my other fic, 'On the Other Side of the Wall'
which I hope you check out.

I will keep this fic going, and I have made a promise to finish both fics. So
not to worry.

Like any fanfic writer, I am fuelled with feed back, so please R/R

~Yuna

Unrequited Love

Entry 931197

Once again I have returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My 7th
and final year. When the year is over I will have become a true Witch, and I
will be applying to work at the ministry of magic. Quite often I look back and
wonder how exactly I got here, and how is it that I have succeeded. I miss my
family and I miss, at times, the Muggle life, however I regret nothing. Coming
to Hogwarts was the best thing that has happened to me, and I would never trade
it in for anything else.

The trip to Hogwarts itself now seems to be like a ritual. Even though I spend
almost every summer with Ron and Harry we still seem to find new things to
talk about on the train. As with almost every other year, the trip on the train
is not with out an event. This year was no different.

The event however was different from all the others, for this time I was the
only one to witness it. It seems that over the past years that I have fallen in
love with my best friend. As to the exact date of its initiation I do not know.
But what I do know is that today on the train I finally realized it. I have
fallen in love with him entirely. With his smile, his laugh, the redness of his
hair, and his manner of being is very agreeable. I only wish that he would
return these affections. There are times, I have to admit, where I have no doubt
of his love, however as strong I believe his love for me may be, it will never
be more than a friends love; a sisterly love. We, all three of us, have been
through a lot together. We have grown up in each others company, and we love
each over very much, but only as brothers would love a sister. I have no
expectations of Ron ever returning my affections and for this reason I will keep
mine unspoken.

Hermione re-read her entry. Deciding that she had missed nothing of importance
she returned the quill to its box, closed her diary and placed the box under the
mattress of her four poster bed. and blew out the candle on her bedside.
Tomorrow was going to be the first day of her classes.

**********

Who is she? Harry asked the next day at lunch referring to a girl sitting at
the Slytherin table.

I don't know. She's quite pretty though, isn't she? Ron looked at the girl.
She has soft brown almost blonde hair that drops down to the middle of her back,
a round childlike face, light blue eyes and a constant smile.

Oh come off you two! That's Emma Longborne. She is in the same year as us!
Honestly you two don't you ever pay attention!? answered Hermione hotly.

Longbottom? Sister of yours Neville? Ron asked.

Neville just shook his head.

Longborne, not Longbottom. Hermione corrected Ron.

How come we never noticed her before? wondered Harry

Maybe she was ugly for the past six years and over the summer has taken a
beauty potion and it worked 'cause wow! Ron suggested.

Not likely. I think that it just took you two blokes longer to mature and
notice girls! Hermione stated, trying to insult them.

Harry and Ron ignored her comment.

She definitely doesn't look like someone who would be in Slytherin. She has a
look of innocence about her. Dean added to the conversation.

Looks aren't everything Dean. Hermoine told him.

Ya, looks aren't everything. Harry said as he shot a playful glance at
Hermione.

Ron caught on to Harry's joke promptly added, I'm sure she has other
qualities.

Ron and Harry began to laugh.

Hermione tried to glare at them angrily, but didn't succeed. So she
joined Ron and Harry in laughing.

I don't understand what is so funny? I think Hermione is very pretty. Neville
said blushing a little.

Aye, she is. Harry stopped laughing and smiled at Hermione.

Hermione turned away to hide the pink that rose to her cheeks. Harry quite often
told her that she had grown to be quite pretty, and every time she blushed.
Sometimes she wished to hear the same words from Ron, but he was not as open as
Harry on subjects such as these, that is if he did share the same opinion as
Harry to begin with.

****

After lunch they headed to double potions. For the past six years it has always
been double potions with the Slytherins and it looked like this year would be no
different.

Healing serum. Snape spat at the class. The ingredients are at your tables
and the formula is on the board. NO MISTAKES!

Hermione, wanna pair up with me? Harry whispered to her, she was sitting on
his right side. After all it looks like Ron has already set him self up.

It was true, Ron had already ask Emma to be his lab partner, and by the looks of
things she had agreed. Hermione could see that he was blushing to his ears.

Harry tried to get her attention back

Are you all right? Harry asked

Uh? Oh, right, the potion. I'm fine. Hermione responded with a smile that
seemed fake to her. Let's get to it.

Hermione tried not to think too much about Ron and Emma, but it was hard when
all Hermione could hear was Ron and Emma sharing laughs. Double potions was
always a long painful class. Today it was more so.

**********

Such is the rapid and summary sketch of this science, which is vast and
profound as the Kabalah, mysterious as Magic, real as the exact sciences, but
too long and too often discredited by the frustrated greed of false adepts and
by the obscurities with which true sages have surrounded their theories and
their processes¹ Hermione looked up from her reading. They were in the library.
Harry was taking some notes and Ron was looking out the window

Ron are you listening? Hermione said impatiently

No answer.

Hermione tried again Ron! I need to know what you think!

She's perfect. Ron answered dreamily.

Harry looked up from his note taking, and he and Hermione just stared at Ron.
Ron turned to look at them wearing a big smile.

You're referring to Emma? Harry asked.

Who else!? I love her Ron answered.

Ron I was talking about the text! We have a research paper to write and you're
off thinking about some girl you just met! Hermione was fuming

Hermione, what's wrong!? We have two months! We'll get it done. You need to
relax a little' Ron said.

But that was not what was bothering her. Hermione composed herself Ron, you
just met her how could you love her?

Hermione I was only joking! You're right. I just met her but I do fancy her.
Ron told her.

Hermione shifted in her seat, I need to get back work.

The three friends went back to their homework, working in silence until supper.

**********

Entry 931198

I know that Ron and I could never be, however I always had that little bit of
hope inside of me. That little bit of hope has grown dimmer recently. Emma, a
girl of means and pure Wizarding blood (dating back to the 1800's) has
captured the eyes of Ron Weasley.

Unfortunately news like this can not stop me from loving Ron. It just causes me
to hurt because I will love him no matter what. Fate has been cruel to me.

Everyday my pain grows deeper, because everyday his fondness for her increases.
How is it that I should fall for the one I can never have?

How is it that some girl who no one has really heard of before suddenly shows
up and takes Ron away from me? But then again he was never really mine, was he?


Hermione retied her quill for the evening and tried to sleep, but sleep eluded
her. All Hermione could think about is Ron. It was very late when sleep finally
overtook her.


Hermione? Hermione Granger? She died an old maid. said an unidentifiable
voice.

Yah that be the one. said another voice.

No no you got it all wrong. She died of a broken heart. corrected a third.

That Weasley boy left her for the young and beautiful Longborne.

Heh! No wonder. Who wants to be with a brain anyways.

Weasley was a smart lad. Got the pick of the crop I recon.

That he did. Shame Granger had to die alone. So sad.


I'm not dead! Hermione tried to tell the unidentifiable voices but it only
came out as a hoarse whisper. She tried again, I am not dead!

Hermione suddenly sees Ron's face.

she called out desperately Ron tell them I'm not dead! Tell them I'm
right here! I didn't die from a broken heart.

Ron can not hear her. Then she hears Emma's voice.

Come on Ron, you don't want to be late for our wedding do you?

Hold on I've got to find Hermione! Ron calls back.

You don't need her Ron. You don't love her! You love me! Emma persisted.

Ron yelled.

Ron! I'm right here! I'm right here! Hermione yelled back to him.

I can't find her! HERMIONE! Ron shouts.

Here Ron! Here! She cries, but he still can't hear her. Ron disappears from
view, but he is still calling out for her.

Don't go Ron! Don't go!

Hermione! Hermione! Hermione he continues.

Ron! Come back! Tears begin to fall from her eyes. Come back! Don't leave me!
RON!

This time it wasn't Ron's voice, but it was still familiar.

it called again, Wake up Hermione! Wake up!

Hermione woke up with a gasp. Harry is looking down at her, concern filled his
eyes.

he said softly. Hermione, are you ok?

Hermione looked at Harry blankly then nodded a yes. Looking out of the corner of
her eye she could see Parvati sobbing.

What are you doing in here? Your not allowed in the girls dormitory. she said
with some sleep still in her voice.

You were having a bad dream. You were crying and calling out for Ron. You
started to choke on your own tears. Parvati tried to wake you but she couldn't
so she came running to find me. Harry explained. I sent Neville to find Ron,
he should be here soon.

Hermione just nodded, still unsure of what all was going on. Harry's look of
concern was still apparent. Harry hugged her tightly.

I'm not dead. Hermione stated.

Harry just held her tighter, almost like he was afraid that he would lose her if
he were to let go. Rushed footsteps were heard coming up the stairs, Ron burst
into the dormitory, followed by a wheezing Neville.

Is she ok!? Ron blurted out.

Harry let go of Hermione and let Ron see her. Ron's face was stricken as he
walked straight for her and hugged her just as Harry had, afraid to let her go.

Hermione, I'm here. Ron soothed. I'm here.

Hermione started to cry, but not entirely sure why. While Ron tried to soothe
her, Harry ushered everyone out of the dormitory including himself. Ron let go
of Hermione and sat on the bed beside her, moving her pillows so that she could
rest her head in his lap. Ron had only done this one time before in the summer
of 1996 when she got hit hard with fever. Ron had stayed with her the whole time
soothing her hair and placing moist towels on her head until the fever broke.

You were leaving me Ron. You didn't love me anymore. Hermione confessed.

Ron kissed her on the forehead, Hermione, I love you with all my heart, you
know I do. I would never leave you!

The words came out like silk. Hermione smiled. She knew as well as any other
that Ron would never be able to say those words to her in any way other than as
brotherly love.

I know. Hermione sighed.

And don't you ever leave us Hermione. I don't think Harry could take it. He
said trying to lighten up the mood. How about you try and catch up on the sleep
you seemed to have missed out on?

Hermione nodded, But will you stay? Until I'm sleeping I mean?

Ron smiled, Of course.

NOTES

¹Taken from 'The History of Magic' By Éliphas Lévi page 206