Ron walked quickly down the corridor to potions and was walking toward me as he accidentally bumped my arm. He turned and looked into my eyes. He grabbed my hands and held them tight and I could feel them burning. My heart was on fire as he looked deep into my eyes. I shut them and turned my body away but didn't let go of his hands. His deep voice was calm and smooth as he said, " I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I want you to know I'll never forget you. 'Mione?" I open my eyes and his locked onto mine and wouldn't let me go.

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl

I saw our past in his eyes. Our first kiss, it was followed by what was unexplainable. I felt a rush of wind hit me hard and I couldn't breathe and I couldn't let go. My eyes had never really opened again until right now. I saw those light hugs we had shared in the hallway. I started to feel hot wet tears run down my face. One fell onto the ground and I stopped myself. 'I must forget, I must forget,' I told myself. I was Hermione; I wasn't going to be known for being in love with Ron. I wanted to be a quiet bookworm again.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

I thought of the kiss again and as Imagined he leaned in for one last kiss. I couldn't resist. I leaned in too and I felt his soft lips touch mine. We were so close I could feel every movement, every breath. He quickly broke away, "I can't. I have cypress now and you have Viktor."

"No Ron, no I don't. I haven't talked to him since fourth year. I wanted you to be jealous so I sent long letters home and pretended they were for him. I thought if you were jealous you would, you… would love me again." I said through a steady stream of tears and gulps of air. I turned my body away from him and tried to pull away.

Ron grabbed my wrist and pulled me back until I was facing him full on. He put his hands on the sides of my face, holding it tight, but with a tenderness, "Hermione, don't fool yourself. You don't want me. I think you've seen me for so long that you've grown attached. I am the one who was always scrawny, I can't perform simple spells, and I don't have any money. Write to Viktor. He has money, fame, all the good looks, and he is amazing on a broom, unlike me. He will make you happy, I never can. I remember everything and when I think of it I just know that you would always be miserable with me. I'm sorry. It's better this way."

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

SHE came bouncing down the hall in seconds after he had finished this talk. She flounced over to Ron and gave him a huge kiss. They both lost themselves in it and I turned disgusted and ran down the hall. Before I had made it to the end of the hall I heard and awful noise that sounded like the one a suction cup made when you pulled it off a wall. I heard HER voice come ringing down the hall, "Why was she crying? And why were you holding her face. If you had kissed her I would have killed you. You don't want to lead her on like that. You know you don't like her anymore."

I flew up the stairs before I could hear anymore, not knowing where they would take me and found myself face to face with a room I had never seen before.

I stuck my head in the door and saw statues everywhere. This room was amazing and I forgot my sadness as I looked at each statue. There was a hippogriff and next to it sat a cobra that was elegantly entwined with an exotic tree.

Suddenly I realized it was a cypress tree and saw that cobra's bright red tounge that was flicking out of its mouth. I remembered my first time on the train when I looked into a compartment to see a boy with hair the same fiery color. I fell to my knees sobbing. I couldn't handle him with her. I knew it was my fault we weren't together. I had set him up with cypress to try and forget him but it had been like stabbing myself with a knife and every time I saw them it was like someone grabbed the knife and twisted as hard as they could.

SHE was so pretty. Her golden hair that curled so slightly and her light skin and perfect blue eyes were so beautiful. There was no wonder he chose her.

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl

I moved slowly toward the owl in the corner. I curled myself at its feet and cried and cried. I fell asleep because I didn't want to wish anymore. I saw scenes of the ball and Ron angry: he had loved me. I hadn't known it and I had yelled back.

I woke up and kicked myself for not seeing it before I had set up him with cypress. When he had kissed her in front of me the first time. I had spilled everything about how much I loved him and now look what it had come to. I cried again as I imagined myself there with him instead of cypress. I stopped myself and stood and went back to the head's common room.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl

I fell asleep without a tear in my magnificent room instead I blocked all the love out of my head, all the love from seven years.