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A/N: Hey everyone! This is my very first fic, ever! So I hope you enjoy it! Please review and tell me whether or not I should carry on in writing this because right now I'm really new at all of this! This is set in the September of the trio's sixth year. Well, here goes... hope you all like it!
Ron's POV
On a cold September night in the Gryffindor common room of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a 16 year old boy with flaming red hair and deep blue eyes sat in his favourite chair in front of the fire drowning in his thoughts of his two best friends.
Ron Weasley knew that soon he and his friends; Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, would have to face the darkest wizard in a century; Lord Voldemort. It was only a matter of time that they would all be in life threatening danger now that the Dark Lord has risen again and was after Harry. Ron and Hermione, being Harry's best friends, were also condemned to seeing and experiencing things that normal teenage wizards should never have to. Voldemort knew about Ron and Hermione as well; they had gone with Harry to the Department of Mysteries along with his younger sister, Ginny and other friends Neville and Luna to try and save Harry's Godfather Sirius from Voldemort himself. Unfortunately it was a trap and Sirius ended up dying anyway which was traumatizing not only for Harry, but for Ron and Hermione as well. Though they weren't his Godchildren, Ron and Hermione loved Sirius too. They had helped him escape in their third year from a fate worse than death-literally. Sirius' death was so shocking and terrible for them all.
Ron wondered how many more lives would be taken away at the hands of Voldemort. How many more people that he loved would die? His thoughts now lingered only on Hermione. Though Harry was his best mate, Ron found himself thinking more about Hermione and her safety lately.
You see, Ronald Weasley was in love with Hermione Granger, though she never knew it. Now he was thinking about what if he was to die and never tell her how he felt? Or even worse, what if she died never knowing how much he cared for her? Ron had no idea what he would do if anything ever happened to her.
Ron had liked Hermione, though he never admitted it, since their first year. Each year he had grown to fancy her more and more. He of course explained all these feelings away as just being annoyed with her and calling her a know-it-all, but deep down inside he knew that they were meant for each other. In their forth year, Hermione had been asked to go to the Yule Ball with his former favourite Quidditch player, Viktor Krum the Bulgarian Seeker, which made Ron finally come to his senses and realize what he felt for the girl. But it was only a few months ago back in the Department of Mysteries when he had woken up after being attacked by a brain and saw Hermione on the floor and thought she was dead to realize what he thought only a crush, was actually love. Ron cringed at the memory of Hermione's seemingly lifeless body lying on the floor with a slash across her chest. Ron had really thought that he had lost the one thing in his life that he truly loved with all of his heart. Then Lupin told him that she was alive and would be alright. Ron was relieved but he was still really worried about Hermione and remained by her side. He swore from that moment on that no matter what happens he must always protect her, no matter what the cost.
Ron wanted nothing more than to tell Hermione how he felt but he somehow he just couldn't. "Why on earth would some one so brilliant, beautiful and smart want a poor, ugly, stupid, insensitive prat like me for a boy friend?" he thought. In his eyes, Hermione was everything he wasn't and so much more! He was surprised that he was even lucky enough to be best friends with her. But sometimes being around her was more than he could bear! He wanted her so bad that it hurt him inside. "I wish I could tell her! Come on Weasley, it can't be that hard! You're a Gryffindor aren't you? Just tell her how you feel! Tell her that she is the best person you have ever met and that you want to spend the rest of your life protecting and loving her and that if Vicky goes near her ever again you'll snap--"
"Ron, what's wrong? Is anything the matter? You look a little flushed!" Hermione cut into his thoughts sitting down in the chair across from him.
"What? Oh yeah Hermione, I'm fine!" Ron muttered looking at his feet.
"Are you sure?" Hermione was looking at him; her chocolate brown eyes full of concern. This was one of the reasons why Ron loved her so much; she was such a caring person.
"Yep! Just great! So how was your summer? We never did end up getting together at the Burrow. Do anything interesting? Go on any trips anywhere or something?" Ron was trying to be nonchalant about the last part although he was unsuccessful.
"Umm yes as a matter of fact, I did take a small trip, you know to get my mind off of... things" Hermione said looking as though she had just became quite fascinated with the fire as she was staring at it rather than looking at Ron anymore.
"Oh?" said Ron trying to be as calm as possible, "Where exactly did you go?"
"Cold weather we've been having lately, isn't it?" said Hermione quickly changing the subject.
"Hermione, where did you go?" Ron said not dropping the subject. Hermione sure wasn't getting out of this one.
"Well, don't get angry Ron but, I-- ummm..." she trailed off. "I kind of went to Bulgaria for a couple weeks" said Hermione in a rush.
"YOU WHAT?!?" Ron roared! So much for the casual conversation. "Hermione, you went over to that great big headed prat who can't even say your name properly's house instead of coming to the Burrow with your best friends this summer and you didn't even tell me?"
"Ron! Viktor is NOT a big headed prat and he can say my name right now, I taught him when I was over there." said Hermione taking offense his comment.
"Oh I'm sure that's not all you've taught Vicky now is it? And he's probably taught you a great deal more in his big beautiful house, hasn't he?" he spat out the word Vicky as if it was the most venomous, disgusting thing he'd ever heard of.
"I told you not to call him that, Ron!" said Hermione, standing up, loosing her patience.
"Why can't I? I would think that you would love to here your little boy friend's pet name." Ron snarled, standing up as well.
"Oh there's just no reasoning with you, is there? And to think that I thought that we might have a normal, nice, calm conversation for once in our bloody relationship!" Hermione spat back.
"Relationship? What are you on about?" Ron said.
"Yes Ron, our supposedly "friendly" relationship. We have been best friends for almost six years now... or have we?" Hemione said.
"What do you mean have we been best friends? Of course we have been! What kind of a question was that?" Ron spat.
"Well, all we do is bicker with each other all the time and when ever I mention Viktor you get all angry with me as if I had just sold you out to Death Eaters or something! Sometimes I wonder if you really think of me as your friend or even care about me or my feelings at all." Hermione said tearfully.
Ron was very hurt by this. He couldn't believe that she actually thought that she had meant nothing to him! She didn't know how wrong she was! She had meant the world to him! If only she knew how much he truly cared for her; the real reason why he got so upset when he heard Viktor's name.
"Don't say that Hermione! You know I care about you! I just really don't like Krum and it gets me upset to hear you talk about him!" said Ron softening up a little bit at the sight of Hermione's sad face.
"Ron, I just need to know once and for all, why don't you like Viktor? Why don't you want me to be with him? Why do you do this to me every time his name comes up in a conversation! I need to know the truth! Please Ron, I can't take this anymore! What ever it is I'll understand. Please, just tell me the truth!" pleaded Hermione. Silent tears were now falling down her beautiful face.
"Just say it!" he thought, "'I love you Hermione!' Come on! This is your chance! You can finally tell her how you feel! 'I-LOVE-YOU-HERMIONE!' Say it, you git!!" But Ron just couldn't do it! He was too afraid of rejection to tell her how he really felt.
"I-uh-don't know..." Ron said dumbly.
Hermione just looked at him sadly for a moment, tears still streaming down her face. "Is that disappointment in her eyes?" Ron thought. "No it can't be."
Ron hated seeing Hermione in so much pain, especially when he was the one who caused it. Most of all he hated to see her cry! He would have given anything to take her in his arms, kiss her and wipe away all of her tears, but he could never do that, she was now with Vicky and never thought of Ron in that way. They would never be more than friends.
"You're never going to wake up, are you?" She said sadly. "Well, I guess I'm just the idiot who thought you actually might—never mind. Ron, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore! I have to go." And with that she ran towards the girl's dormitories.
"Hermione, wait!" Ron called out to her, but it was too late, she was already gone. "Damn it!"
"Why does she have to like that piece of vermin? Why can't she love me? I love her more than life itself! I just want to be with her! Why do I push her away and hurt her all the time? What in the bloody hell is wrong with me???" Ron thought, sinking back into his chair holding his head in his hands.
Just then, Harry came through the portrait hole and sat in Hermione's empty seat. "Ron! You wouldn't believe what the bloody git from hell Snape made me do in my detention tonight—woah, what's wrong with you?" Harry said.
"Oh nothing really, I just lost the only girl I ever loved, and for good this time" said Ron sarcastically. "But wait, I couldn't have lost her, considering I never had her in the first place, and probably never will now that she hates me more than anyone else on the planet."
"Another fight with Hermione?" Harry sighed. Harry knew that Ron loved Hermione for the longest time; probably before Ron even knew himself.
"I really blew it this time Harry! I don't reckon she'll forgive me this time! And I don't blame her either! I am such a git!" Ron said dejectedly.
"Yeah you are, but what ever it is she'll forgive you. She always does" said Harry.
"No, Harry. It's different this time. I think that... I've really lost her... for good." said Ron, holding back tears of his own.
"Well what happened?" asked Harry.
Ron explained everything that happened to Harry. Harry merely sat there and didn't say anything for a while, looking as if he was deep in thought about something.
"Ron, why don't you just tell her? It can't be that bad, can it? I mean she's your friend, it's not like she'd laugh at you or anything! And I really believe that she likes you too, mate!" Harry said.
"What? Hermione, like me?? Yeah right! Like that would ever happen! She's way too good for me! And as for me telling her how I feel, I can't! For one thing she's with Vicky now, and for another I am just too damn scared for my own good!" Ron said with a very large amount of regret in his voice.
"Well you definitely need to talk to her tomorrow—that's for sure!" said Harry.
Ron nodded. He knew that Harry was right. He needed to apologize again for being such an idiot! Why oh why was he always such an idiot around her?
"Harry, there's one thing I don't understand though." Ron said thoughtfully. "I mean, what exactly did she mean when she said, 'I'm just the idiot who thought you actually might—never mind.' That didn't make any sense."
"Ron, are you that thick?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"Dunno... maybe I am... but really Harry can you explain that to me?" Ron said.
"Sometimes I worry for your sanity, Ron." Harry said fighting back a smirk.
"Oh just tell me what it meant!" Ron snapped, getting annoyed.
"Okay, listen to me very carefully now. Hermione ----- likes ------ YOU!!!" Harry said very slowly.
"Harry, we've been through this, no she doesn't! She likes that thick prat Vicky from Bulgaria who can barely pronounce her name" Ron said with the utmost of loathing.
"Whatever you say, mate! I'm off to bed! But do yourself and everyone around us a favor, and tell her already before this gets way out of hand! I'm sure the whole common room would appreciate it if we all don't have to witness more of your silly fights!" said Harry getting up and heading for bed.
"Oh shut up!" said Ron chucking a cushion at him.
Ron sat in that chair for a long time just thinking of what to say to Hermione when he saw her the next day. He really didn't mean to hurt her! Not in the slightest! He loved everything about her. He loved her beautiful bushy hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that he could just get lost in, how she was so caring of everyone and their feelings, the way she would roll her eyes but would be unable to fight back a smile when he made a silly remark, the way her eyes would light up when ever she thought of an answer to a question, and so much more. He knew that she was so much more than the know- it-all image that others saw. She was his 'Mione whom he loved with all his heart. It just killed him to think of her with any other guy than him. That's why he blew up at her; because he couldn't stand the thought of Krum all over her for 2 whole weeks in Bulgaria.
Ron prayed that some how, some way, they would some day be together. Ron fell asleep in his chair, dreaming of the love of his life and what it would be like if he was the guy of her dreams.
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my very first fic, ever! So I hope you enjoy it! Please review and tell me whether or not I should carry on in writing this because right now I'm really new at all of this! This is set in the September of the trio's sixth year. Well, here goes... hope you all like it!
Ron's POV
On a cold September night in the Gryffindor common room of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a 16 year old boy with flaming red hair and deep blue eyes sat in his favourite chair in front of the fire drowning in his thoughts of his two best friends.
Ron Weasley knew that soon he and his friends; Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, would have to face the darkest wizard in a century; Lord Voldemort. It was only a matter of time that they would all be in life threatening danger now that the Dark Lord has risen again and was after Harry. Ron and Hermione, being Harry's best friends, were also condemned to seeing and experiencing things that normal teenage wizards should never have to. Voldemort knew about Ron and Hermione as well; they had gone with Harry to the Department of Mysteries along with his younger sister, Ginny and other friends Neville and Luna to try and save Harry's Godfather Sirius from Voldemort himself. Unfortunately it was a trap and Sirius ended up dying anyway which was traumatizing not only for Harry, but for Ron and Hermione as well. Though they weren't his Godchildren, Ron and Hermione loved Sirius too. They had helped him escape in their third year from a fate worse than death-literally. Sirius' death was so shocking and terrible for them all.
Ron wondered how many more lives would be taken away at the hands of Voldemort. How many more people that he loved would die? His thoughts now lingered only on Hermione. Though Harry was his best mate, Ron found himself thinking more about Hermione and her safety lately.
You see, Ronald Weasley was in love with Hermione Granger, though she never knew it. Now he was thinking about what if he was to die and never tell her how he felt? Or even worse, what if she died never knowing how much he cared for her? Ron had no idea what he would do if anything ever happened to her.
Ron had liked Hermione, though he never admitted it, since their first year. Each year he had grown to fancy her more and more. He of course explained all these feelings away as just being annoyed with her and calling her a know-it-all, but deep down inside he knew that they were meant for each other. In their forth year, Hermione had been asked to go to the Yule Ball with his former favourite Quidditch player, Viktor Krum the Bulgarian Seeker, which made Ron finally come to his senses and realize what he felt for the girl. But it was only a few months ago back in the Department of Mysteries when he had woken up after being attacked by a brain and saw Hermione on the floor and thought she was dead to realize what he thought only a crush, was actually love. Ron cringed at the memory of Hermione's seemingly lifeless body lying on the floor with a slash across her chest. Ron had really thought that he had lost the one thing in his life that he truly loved with all of his heart. Then Lupin told him that she was alive and would be alright. Ron was relieved but he was still really worried about Hermione and remained by her side. He swore from that moment on that no matter what happens he must always protect her, no matter what the cost.
Ron wanted nothing more than to tell Hermione how he felt but he somehow he just couldn't. "Why on earth would some one so brilliant, beautiful and smart want a poor, ugly, stupid, insensitive prat like me for a boy friend?" he thought. In his eyes, Hermione was everything he wasn't and so much more! He was surprised that he was even lucky enough to be best friends with her. But sometimes being around her was more than he could bear! He wanted her so bad that it hurt him inside. "I wish I could tell her! Come on Weasley, it can't be that hard! You're a Gryffindor aren't you? Just tell her how you feel! Tell her that she is the best person you have ever met and that you want to spend the rest of your life protecting and loving her and that if Vicky goes near her ever again you'll snap--"
"Ron, what's wrong? Is anything the matter? You look a little flushed!" Hermione cut into his thoughts sitting down in the chair across from him.
"What? Oh yeah Hermione, I'm fine!" Ron muttered looking at his feet.
"Are you sure?" Hermione was looking at him; her chocolate brown eyes full of concern. This was one of the reasons why Ron loved her so much; she was such a caring person.
"Yep! Just great! So how was your summer? We never did end up getting together at the Burrow. Do anything interesting? Go on any trips anywhere or something?" Ron was trying to be nonchalant about the last part although he was unsuccessful.
"Umm yes as a matter of fact, I did take a small trip, you know to get my mind off of... things" Hermione said looking as though she had just became quite fascinated with the fire as she was staring at it rather than looking at Ron anymore.
"Oh?" said Ron trying to be as calm as possible, "Where exactly did you go?"
"Cold weather we've been having lately, isn't it?" said Hermione quickly changing the subject.
"Hermione, where did you go?" Ron said not dropping the subject. Hermione sure wasn't getting out of this one.
"Well, don't get angry Ron but, I-- ummm..." she trailed off. "I kind of went to Bulgaria for a couple weeks" said Hermione in a rush.
"YOU WHAT?!?" Ron roared! So much for the casual conversation. "Hermione, you went over to that great big headed prat who can't even say your name properly's house instead of coming to the Burrow with your best friends this summer and you didn't even tell me?"
"Ron! Viktor is NOT a big headed prat and he can say my name right now, I taught him when I was over there." said Hermione taking offense his comment.
"Oh I'm sure that's not all you've taught Vicky now is it? And he's probably taught you a great deal more in his big beautiful house, hasn't he?" he spat out the word Vicky as if it was the most venomous, disgusting thing he'd ever heard of.
"I told you not to call him that, Ron!" said Hermione, standing up, loosing her patience.
"Why can't I? I would think that you would love to here your little boy friend's pet name." Ron snarled, standing up as well.
"Oh there's just no reasoning with you, is there? And to think that I thought that we might have a normal, nice, calm conversation for once in our bloody relationship!" Hermione spat back.
"Relationship? What are you on about?" Ron said.
"Yes Ron, our supposedly "friendly" relationship. We have been best friends for almost six years now... or have we?" Hemione said.
"What do you mean have we been best friends? Of course we have been! What kind of a question was that?" Ron spat.
"Well, all we do is bicker with each other all the time and when ever I mention Viktor you get all angry with me as if I had just sold you out to Death Eaters or something! Sometimes I wonder if you really think of me as your friend or even care about me or my feelings at all." Hermione said tearfully.
Ron was very hurt by this. He couldn't believe that she actually thought that she had meant nothing to him! She didn't know how wrong she was! She had meant the world to him! If only she knew how much he truly cared for her; the real reason why he got so upset when he heard Viktor's name.
"Don't say that Hermione! You know I care about you! I just really don't like Krum and it gets me upset to hear you talk about him!" said Ron softening up a little bit at the sight of Hermione's sad face.
"Ron, I just need to know once and for all, why don't you like Viktor? Why don't you want me to be with him? Why do you do this to me every time his name comes up in a conversation! I need to know the truth! Please Ron, I can't take this anymore! What ever it is I'll understand. Please, just tell me the truth!" pleaded Hermione. Silent tears were now falling down her beautiful face.
"Just say it!" he thought, "'I love you Hermione!' Come on! This is your chance! You can finally tell her how you feel! 'I-LOVE-YOU-HERMIONE!' Say it, you git!!" But Ron just couldn't do it! He was too afraid of rejection to tell her how he really felt.
"I-uh-don't know..." Ron said dumbly.
Hermione just looked at him sadly for a moment, tears still streaming down her face. "Is that disappointment in her eyes?" Ron thought. "No it can't be."
Ron hated seeing Hermione in so much pain, especially when he was the one who caused it. Most of all he hated to see her cry! He would have given anything to take her in his arms, kiss her and wipe away all of her tears, but he could never do that, she was now with Vicky and never thought of Ron in that way. They would never be more than friends.
"You're never going to wake up, are you?" She said sadly. "Well, I guess I'm just the idiot who thought you actually might—never mind. Ron, I'm sorry. I just can't do this anymore! I have to go." And with that she ran towards the girl's dormitories.
"Hermione, wait!" Ron called out to her, but it was too late, she was already gone. "Damn it!"
"Why does she have to like that piece of vermin? Why can't she love me? I love her more than life itself! I just want to be with her! Why do I push her away and hurt her all the time? What in the bloody hell is wrong with me???" Ron thought, sinking back into his chair holding his head in his hands.
Just then, Harry came through the portrait hole and sat in Hermione's empty seat. "Ron! You wouldn't believe what the bloody git from hell Snape made me do in my detention tonight—woah, what's wrong with you?" Harry said.
"Oh nothing really, I just lost the only girl I ever loved, and for good this time" said Ron sarcastically. "But wait, I couldn't have lost her, considering I never had her in the first place, and probably never will now that she hates me more than anyone else on the planet."
"Another fight with Hermione?" Harry sighed. Harry knew that Ron loved Hermione for the longest time; probably before Ron even knew himself.
"I really blew it this time Harry! I don't reckon she'll forgive me this time! And I don't blame her either! I am such a git!" Ron said dejectedly.
"Yeah you are, but what ever it is she'll forgive you. She always does" said Harry.
"No, Harry. It's different this time. I think that... I've really lost her... for good." said Ron, holding back tears of his own.
"Well what happened?" asked Harry.
Ron explained everything that happened to Harry. Harry merely sat there and didn't say anything for a while, looking as if he was deep in thought about something.
"Ron, why don't you just tell her? It can't be that bad, can it? I mean she's your friend, it's not like she'd laugh at you or anything! And I really believe that she likes you too, mate!" Harry said.
"What? Hermione, like me?? Yeah right! Like that would ever happen! She's way too good for me! And as for me telling her how I feel, I can't! For one thing she's with Vicky now, and for another I am just too damn scared for my own good!" Ron said with a very large amount of regret in his voice.
"Well you definitely need to talk to her tomorrow—that's for sure!" said Harry.
Ron nodded. He knew that Harry was right. He needed to apologize again for being such an idiot! Why oh why was he always such an idiot around her?
"Harry, there's one thing I don't understand though." Ron said thoughtfully. "I mean, what exactly did she mean when she said, 'I'm just the idiot who thought you actually might—never mind.' That didn't make any sense."
"Ron, are you that thick?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"Dunno... maybe I am... but really Harry can you explain that to me?" Ron said.
"Sometimes I worry for your sanity, Ron." Harry said fighting back a smirk.
"Oh just tell me what it meant!" Ron snapped, getting annoyed.
"Okay, listen to me very carefully now. Hermione ----- likes ------ YOU!!!" Harry said very slowly.
"Harry, we've been through this, no she doesn't! She likes that thick prat Vicky from Bulgaria who can barely pronounce her name" Ron said with the utmost of loathing.
"Whatever you say, mate! I'm off to bed! But do yourself and everyone around us a favor, and tell her already before this gets way out of hand! I'm sure the whole common room would appreciate it if we all don't have to witness more of your silly fights!" said Harry getting up and heading for bed.
"Oh shut up!" said Ron chucking a cushion at him.
Ron sat in that chair for a long time just thinking of what to say to Hermione when he saw her the next day. He really didn't mean to hurt her! Not in the slightest! He loved everything about her. He loved her beautiful bushy hair, her gorgeous brown eyes that he could just get lost in, how she was so caring of everyone and their feelings, the way she would roll her eyes but would be unable to fight back a smile when he made a silly remark, the way her eyes would light up when ever she thought of an answer to a question, and so much more. He knew that she was so much more than the know- it-all image that others saw. She was his 'Mione whom he loved with all his heart. It just killed him to think of her with any other guy than him. That's why he blew up at her; because he couldn't stand the thought of Krum all over her for 2 whole weeks in Bulgaria.
Ron prayed that some how, some way, they would some day be together. Ron fell asleep in his chair, dreaming of the love of his life and what it would be like if he was the guy of her dreams.