What are You to Me?
It was a night much like any other night, the moon was shining with all its brilliance, the stars twinkling all around it. Yet, ironically this was the one night he found himself unable to sleep.
It was strange, he was not one to have difficulty falling asleep. He knew he was tired yet his mind would not let him rest. It had been three hours since he had retreated to bed, he wanted to check what the time was but he felt no need to.
He tried to close his eyes for the millionth time that night hoping that maybe he might be able to fall asleep soon. No such luck. Frustratedly, he sat up in bed and headed down to the Common Room.
He slowly walked down the stairs to the room, he heard the familiar hurried scratching of quill on parchment and his heart started beating at the pace of a thousand race horses. He knew she was up again, forever studying, oblivious to the world around her.
He settled himself on one of the steps of the stairs as he watched her feverishly scribbling away on her 4 feet long essay. He smiled as he watched her pushed a lock of her brown hair behind her ear.
He saw her features, marred with irritation as she angrily cancelled away a few lines she had written. He laughed silently, she was always a perfectionist, always had been since the day they had become friends. It was strange, he knew that he had always felt something for her, he knew that the rapid beating of his heart wasn't due to something he had ate for dinner that night, he knew that it had to do with her, yet he didn't know why.
Sure, if he saw Ginny dating some guy, he would feel angry, but if he saw her dating some guy too he would feel angry as well. Why? It was a question even he himself couldn't ask himself, maybe he was just being too much of a prat, but he couldn't stop himself from getting angry every time he heard the name "Viktor". Ever since that year, he had stopped supporting the Bulgarians.
As he sat there thinking, his heart froze as he heard the sound of footsteps nearby. He quickly ran up the stairs crouched and hid behind the door. He watched as she looked up at the stairs and then turned to walk past the stairs that led to her own dorm.
Someday, maybe someday, he would really understand what he felt.
Ron walked back to his bed and pulling the covers over himself closed his eyes and fell asleep at last.
(A/N: How was that? Hoped you guys liked it, wasn't what I had actually expected, but hope that at least it would reflect on what Ron thinks about Hermione. It's a b>ONE-SHOT b> I just need to clarify this cause I had so many reviews asking me whether it is, but if you really think I should continue then maybe you can give me some ideas cause I wrote this on the spur of a moment, so yup, HAPPY V-DAY:D)