A/N: Hello everybody! I find myself happy that I decided to upload this story. I'll just give you a bit of backround info on this. My sister Kell and I ADORE the song 'Swing Swing' by The All American Rejects (http://uk. and we thought it would be good for a songfic. That's how it all started, really. Half way through it, I realised I didn't want it to be a oneshot anymore. I wanted it to keep going for a little bit longer. So I got rid of all the lyric bits in the middle, but kept the title. If you're smart, you may pick up some words here and there that relate to the song. -wink wink-

This is set in fourth year, at the Yule Ball. It is in Ron's POV. I copied Ron and Hermione's fight in the Great Hall from GoF, so don't sue me for that! I just added some bits and changed it to first person. It mainly outlines Ron's feelings about Hermione and Viktor. I also added in a few scenes that I thought gave some more spice. All good? Enjoy!

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don't own anything. Never will. -tear-

-Swing Swing-

Ron's POV.

I couldn't stop thinking about Hermione as I walked down to the Entrance Hall with Harry. I wished I could be walking down with her. I mentally kicked myself for not asking her to the ball myself.

The Patil twins spotted us. Padma glanced at my dress robes in disgust as we walked into the Great Hall. I searched for Hermione's familiar bushy mane or a hint of those hazel eyes...

As much as I assured Harry she was going by herself, I could always see in his eyes that he didn't believe a word; and as I saw all the couples crowding around the sides of the hall, I didn't believe it either. Hermione wouldn't miss this for the world. I just wished I could share it with her.

The music started and the four champions and their partners walked in. Cedric and Cho, looking disgustingly in love with each other as usual; Parvati, clinging desperately to Harry's arm, who looked as uncomfortable and out-of-place as you could ever get; Fleur and the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, Roger Davies, who was dumb-struck that he got such a date. At the back of the line was Viktor and a beautiful girl in a blue dress that looked familiar, but I couldn't place her.

As the couples waltzed awkwardly around the Hall, I took another peek at Viktor's date. I was determined to know who she was; her beauty was breathtaking. I couldn't help but stare after her... until I realised who she was.

Suddenly curiosity turned to anger and frustration. Hermione twirled in Viktor's arms. My stare turned into a glare.

I couldn't believe it! Hermione.. with Viktor Krum! No way. It was impossible.

The other couples started to walk on the dance floor, the champions grateful. Padma almost tore my arm off as she dragged me onto the floor. I felt alone and zoned out as Padma took the lead, swinging me one way and another, keeping in time to the music, that was slowly becoming louder and faster. We knocked into a couple of dancing pairs; all the credit goes to my two left feet and my mind that could only concentrate on Hermione.

I saw her smiling as Viktor whispered something in her ear. My heart felt crushed and burnt. I wanted to tear his hands away from her petite waist and give him some Muggle beating.

I had to do something.

As soon as the song ended, I dropped my hands away from Padma's grip and walked away from the dance floor without saying a word. Padma was gobsmacked and offended. I sincerely didn't care; I had to find Harry.

He was sitting at a table close to the front doors, which were open. Parvati sat on his opposite side, her arms and legs crossed, glaring at a point in the wall behind Harry.

I slumped into the chair next to Harry and asked him how the night was going so far.

He looked at me with a look that said "what-do-you-think-you-great-big-prat?" so I stood up and said I was going to get drinks.

I reached the drinks table and poured butterbeer into two glasses. I needed to keep my mind away from Hermione and her 'date'. Maybe I could go to the bathroom and stay there all night. I sipped the drink; I couldn't help but watch Hermione as Viktor kissed her cheek, which made me cough, butterbeer spilling down my front. Why did this affect me so? She was only a friend. Yes, I was a bit obsessive about her talking to boys that weren't Harry, my brothers or me, and I had repeatedly asked who her date was for the past couple of weeks... but that didn't mean anything!

I saw Hermione smile at Viktor and start to move away from him. Viktor was coming directly at me. Did he notice I was staring? Maybe he just wanted a drink. Whichever the reason, I had to move away from the table. I picked up the two butterbeer glasses and quickly made my way back to Harry.

I slammed the glasses down, which made the table shake. Harry raised an eyebrow at me.

Hermione came over and sat in the chair Parvati had been sitting in. She was a bit pink in the face from dancing.

"Hi." said Harry. I didn't say anything.

"It's hot, isn't it?" said Hermione, fanning herself with her hand. "Viktor's just gone to go get some drinks."

I have her a withering look. "Viktor?" I spat. "Hasn't he asked you to call him Vicky yet?"

Hermione looked at me in surprise. "What's up with you?" she said.

"If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you."

Hermione stared at me, then at Harry, who shrugged.

"Ron, what -- ?"

I didn't like seeing her hurt, it broke my heart, but I had to say it.

"He's from Durmstrang! He's competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! You – you're -- " I searched my brain for a word strong enough to describe Hermione's crime, "fraternizing with the enemy, that's what you're doing!"

Her mouth fell open.

"Don't be so stupid!" she said after a moment. "The enemy! Honestly, who was the one who was all excited when they saw him arrive? Who was the one who wanted his autograph? Who's got a model of him up in their dormitory?"

My heart shattered.

I wanted to scream and hide as we kept arguing loudly.

"Why don't you go and find Vicky, he'll be wondering where you are." I said mockingly, trying to end what had started several minutes ago.

"Don't call him Vicky!" she yelled in my face and stormed off across the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

I sculled down the remaining of butterbeer and told Harry I was going for a walk.

I walked around the lake, not focusing where I was going, my eyes seeing through everything, not concentrating on anything except for what Hermione and I had said to each other in the Hall.

I saw the Giant Squid pop its head up from the black, icy water and bob around in front of me. "What are you looking at?!" I yelled, kicking a stone into the lake.

The head sank back down.

What was I doing?I was taking a walk to nowhere, yelling at creatures and objects. Throwing things around and cursing at myself. What is really me? Or was it her? I never know these days. Is it jealousy? Or is it love? Why do I feel like a stone in water? Sinking every time she gets mad. Melting like ice in the sun when she smiles at me. I ran my fingers through my hair, watching the moon's lovely light spit across the lake.

I had to figure this out. Why did I hate Viktor so much? Maybe it was the fact that he was allowed to touch her, to kiss her, to dance with her...

A shot of jealousy stung my heart as I realized what had been messing with my head in the last few months.

I loved her. Such simple words. Such complicated meaning.

I thought I would never have to deal with love. Nope. Once again, Ron Weasley was wrong. Why was I always wrong? And her-- always right? I hated that...

Ginny's voice popped into my head, 'Love hurts.'

I ignored it. How can love hurt when it was usually what everyone wanted to share with that "special person" they spend their lives waiting for? No, wait. Ron Weasley... Wrong again.

I was torn by two sides of myself in my head.

One whispering, telling me to tell her how I felt. Telling myself I was madly in love with her. The other yelled at the top of his tiny lungs that it was a stupid crush, that she's my best friend and it won't last.

I shook my head, what the bloody hell was I supposed to do? I need help...

"Hiya little brother."

Not that kind of help. My twin big brothers smirked and walked on either side of me.

"Why aren't you dancing?!" George said in a parently voice. I ignored him and started my way back to the castle. Fred and George were the last people I would go to for help on Hermione.

"It's a girl." One of the twins said. I spun around to see them both with their arms folded.

"Yep... definitely a girl." George nodded.

I was surprised at my brothers' perceptive skills.

"No! Not a girl, no... You see, I was just, erm, thinking about..." I searched desperately for an excuse.

"...about Hermione?" Fred smiled knowingly. This was horribly abnormal! Fred and George were the devil twins, they didn't understand about girl problems, they didn't offer help to their younger siblings! This had to be a joke.

"Ha. Ha. It's funny. I get it. Will you leave me alone now?" I turned away from them and picked up the pace. I needed to get away from people. I might just go back to bed...

"Oi! Ron!" The twins ran after me. This was unacceptable behaviour from them! They never ran after me unless they were chasing me after I broke their broomsticks when I was four. They never called me by my name either! It was always nasty insults or infuriating nicknames. It's all part of being the mischievous twins. They just do that. I wonder if anyone stole some of their hairs and brewed up some polyjuice potion.

"Do you need, like... advice?" They looked at me as if they actually cared about my feelings. I frowned and inspected their faces, looking for any traces of a smile creeping up their lips or a twinkle in their eyes. I didn't find neither.

"Are you guys for real or are you just full of it? You're not going to humiliate me for the rest of my life if I actually tell you, right?" I cocked my head on the side, still unsure about the whole 'brothery talk' business.

"We promise." They said in unison. I was more reassurred now. They only spoke in perfect unison when they really agreed on something.

I bit my lip. "Okay, but let's go sit in the forest, I don't want any sods listening in."

"The forest?" George's smile flickered. "It'll be filled with snogging couples. I know just the place. Follow me, please."

A/N: How's that so far, eh? The next chapter should be up real soon and you'll find yourself with a huge cliffy. -evil smile-