A/N: This was originally a narration exercise i had to do for English. When i finished it, i liked it so much that i had to put it up! I tweaked it a little bit, of course, readying it for the world of HP. It is a little sappy, i know, but hang in there. and of course, read and review! please and thank you!

And, of course, i do not own any characters or anything. all the credit goes to Rowling. :)

"Ron, I just want you to know how much I love you."

I said this with a grin, hoping to reassure him. He returned the smile, but with much less enthusiasm. He pulled me into his arms and stroked my hair. Despite this, I pulled back and looked at him.

"Don't you love me?" I tried to keep a smile on my face as I said this, but I could still hear my voice rising nervously.

He brought me towards him again, trying to avoid my eyes.

"Of course." He murmured into my hair.

Somehow, I was not reassured.

"Ronald…" My tone was warning, although I tried to stay cheery.

He answered innocently.

"Yes?"

Ugh. I groaned internally. This was an old trick of his- he acted like he had no idea what was going on. He only did it when he was hiding something.

I took a deep breath.

"You're lying, aren't you?" It hadn't made any sense before, but it was all becoming clear now. The constant absences. The strange owls shooed away when I appeared. The secretive behavior. I exhaled sharply.

"I would never do anything like that to you. You must know that." I realized he had been talking to me for a few minutes now, trying to convince me otherwise. I wasn't persuaded so easily. There was something off in his voice.

I looked straight into his eyes, trying to find the truth. I saw a flicker of something; his mind was somewhere else. And I knew.

"Hermione…" He tried to console me, but only because he knew what I was thinking. He knew he had one last chance.

It was too late.

I stood up and walked away.

"Ron, I just want you to know how much I love you." Hermione's voice was fervent with affection. Ron, on the other hand, was uncomfortable. He had to get away.

He merely pulled Hermione closer, hoping she wouldn't notice his behavior. Every word, every touch, was a lie.

"Don't you love me?" Hermione's attempt to sound cheerful was half hearted. He could see right through her.

Another lie, and another, and another. . . The words repeated in his head.

"Of course." He said it quietly, not meeting her eyes. Hopefully she'd let it pass.

Unfortunately, he was wrong.

"Ron…" Her voice was icy, taking on the unforgiving tone she used while arguing.

He tried again, hoping to fake his innocence. It worked in the past, or at least, he thought it did.

"Yes?"

Hermione looked pained. She hated the innocence act. It only got him further in trouble. She seemed to ready herself before her next words.

"You're lying, aren't you?"

Ah. These were the words he had been waiting for, but weeks had gone by and still she said nothing. Now, he wished they would disappear.

He thought of the response he had ready after weeks of guilty, sleepless nights. The words should of come easily, but instead they tumbled out in a stuttered, half-incoherent explanation. Crap. He thought. I just blew it.

To his relief, and surprise, Hermione didn't even seem to be paying attention. She was realizing what he had done. After weeks and weeks, she finally saw.

Hermione looked at Ron, staring him down.

Oh no. She knows. It's all over now. Ron's thoughts were racing but all he could do was continue to look into her eyes.

" 'Mione…" He tried, a last attempt to persuade her.

But by the time the words left his lips, her eyes were already cold. He had lost.

Hermione hesitated for a moment, looking at him. Before he could see the tears that were clouding her vision, she turned and started away from him, leaving only memories.