A/N: I wrote this when I was twelve (I'm not anymore), so keep that in mind with the grammar and terms. A few months makes little difference though. I know that this chapter is short, really this entire story will be very short as a whole. The next onewill belonger, but I really think that I should write more as a goal... Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: Letter to Ron

Dear Ron,

Ronald Bilius Weasley. Your name says it all. I do think though, that it might be you that makes the name so great. After all, a name is a name. What is even greater then the name is the person behind it, you. For lack of a better description you are just, in a word, Ron. You have all these little quirks that just elude Ronness. I notice all those little things, things you only know when you spend your spare time watching somebody. I'm not a stalker, I just glance up every so often from my work to look at you. I've learned to obsess, but not obsess. Is that even possible?

In the privacy of my own mind, however, the only things that run through are related to you. I don't tell anybody this. The only female friends I have aren't close. They are 'I'll sit with you in the library and be nice to you but don't actually expect me to enjoy it' types. Not that they would be seen in the library anyway. The only good friends I have are you and Harry. Of course there is Ginny, but you're her brother and I suppose that would be a little strange. There is little hope for any more companions, after all everybody's groups are already composed.

I always manage to subdue my feelings. I don't cower in your presence or stare for hours on end. I immerse myself in my lessons and manage to forget, except when I'm near you. But I'm always near you. I grasp every chance. It's good we that we are friends; otherwise my attempts might seem desperate. I always talk with you. Every conversation is doomed to be replayed in my head followed with a smile. I can't help it. It has become somewhat of a habit. I usually stay awake for hours on end and then silently scold myself the next day for not studying or sleeping.

I've had this infatuation with you for some time now. It took some time though; I didn't feel this right away. I just woke up one morning and came to a big realization. School had been in session for four months already. It was no case of 'absence makes the heart grow fonder'. I don't know what happened. I was in denial for a year and five months. I counted. I knew how I felt, but I pushed you in the back of my mind and convinced myself that the reason I lay awake at night was because of some test or assignment. But I was aware of everything.

You aren't the most handsome person, but I'm still attracted to you. I don't know why (come to think of it I don't know much of anything anymore.) You are just to me incredibly, well, everything. You are the cause of my euphoria and heartbreak. I have been having this sinking feeling lately, like I'm digging myself into a deeper pit of never getting your attention. It is like in fifth year when I got hit with that curse, but it hurts more. (I'm trying to give you a comparison seeing as you probably won't be able to understand what I'm feeling.)I'll just tell you that I feel like that now, all because of you.
From Me to You,
Hermione Granger

This is the letter that I flushed down the toilet. I ripped it up into about twenty pieces, crumpled it up and threw it down Hogwart's plumbing system. I'm usually not the type to take things that required so much energy and emotion and then ruin them, especially when I create it. In truth, I'm the type who loves to look at my accomplishments over and over, and believe me, this letter of admittance is an accomplishment. I don't write in diary, or talk about the subject of boys with anybody. I just can't because knowing that the idea of who I like is out there, even in the most trustworthy person, is scary. So I guess admitting my secret to paper, even if I destroy it, is a very big step.