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"Jar of Hearts"

Set during 6th year.

You know I can't take one more step towards you,

'Cause all that's waiting is regret.

Hermione choked back icy tears, the soft wind blew through her caramel tresses. She was at her wit's end. She couldn't breathe. Ron was such a little git. She was nothing but his mate. She was in total, complete love with Ronald Weasley, but he was unfortunately clueless.

"How many more hints will it take, Harry?" She sobbed softly.

Harry had been so kind as to sit alone with Hermione in her time of need. She wanted to cry, and he had an open shoulder.

"Hermione, we both know Ron isn't the brightest boy at Hogwarts. I suppose you're being too subtle?" Harry thought.

"I don't understand!" Hermione choked. "I can't look at him without seeing her. I can't think about him without wanting to cry." She sighed and peered over at Harry, who was sitting, to his comfort, on the Gryffindor Common Room's sofa.

"Did you ever think that maybe you're in love?" Harry asked.

"How should I know? Thinking about him is agonizing, I never get that deep into it."

"Is that a yes?"

"No."

"So it's a yes?"

"Precisely." Hermione half smiled.

Hermione rose from the sofa and began pacing upon the rug.

"How do you suppose I tell him?" She panicked. "I bet he'll think I'm going completely mental, and as me to never even speak to him again.

"I dunno, write him a letter. Then, you'll know he knows, but you won't necessarily have to address it verbally in return… or at all."

"A letter? Sure, I can write letters. I write good letters." Hermione smiled.

"You do, don't you?" Harry stated without moving his gaze from his reference book.

Hermione sat on her bed in the dormitory. She pulled a fresh piece of parchment, and a soft new quill from her trunk. She propped herself on the pillows and put the objects in her lap, with a potions book to bare down on.

Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat. Ron was resting on one of the window sills in the common room. She hastily crept up behind the boy, inhaling his scent of mint and cinnamon.

"Ron," she muttered. He slowly turned towards her. Hermione went numb.

"Yeah 'mione?" He smiled.

She pressed her left foot atop her right to prevent herself from running away.

"Um… Hi." She bit her lip.

"I haven't seen you around in a few days." He said.

"I know." She began. "I, um… I have a note for you. You don't have to read it, it's a bit goofy. But… Here." She handed him the letter and ran to her bed to cry once more.

Ron was merely confused, yet amused. He unfolded the parchment. It read:

Ronald,

I know you hate it when I call you by your whole name. I'm sorry, but old habits die hard, right? I am writing this letter to you to tell you something that I can't tell you to your face without freaking out. I probably am up in my dormitory sobbing over the moment we just had as I give this letter to you. I'm such a girl.

What I was meaning to write to you is hard to put into words. So, I wrote you a poem. Please read it. If it's too uncomfortable to respond to, then don't. Here goes nothing:

Who do you think you are?

Running 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

Tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are?

Ron glanced at Hermione's letter to him. He read it over and over again to ensure comprehension. He sighed and proceeded to find Lavender Brown.

Hermione was studying in the dormitory. Ginny made a beeline for Hermione's bed.

"Ron wanted for me to give this to you." Ginny extended her arm towards Hermione. In her hand, Ginny clutched a worn, and obviously used piece of parchment.

It was the letter Hermione had been dreading to get for three days. She was genuinely surprised to find out how sort of time it took Ron to reply.

She quickly tore open his letter and began to read:

Hermione,

I am writing this letter in reply to yours that you sent to me on Wednesday. You're great at writing letters, did you know that?

Anyways, as I read your letter, it made me to think. Unlikely, huh? I thought about my recent choices. I thought about how much of a git Lavender makes me feel. I thought about how lucky I am to have a friend like you. This made me think of how much you loathe each other. Then it dawned on me… I can't be friends with you if I'm going to go on with Lavender.

-Hermione lost her breath at this-

I want you to be the first person I tell. I've broken up with Lavender. I did this because… Well because I do have a jar of hearts. I tried collecting, yes, but… Lavender wouldn't give hers up- and… I've also realized something-. I only wanted yours.

I hope you read this and decide to drop by me sometime. I'd like to tell you a lot of other things I think- in person.

Have a lovely afternoon.

-Ronald (you can call me whatever you wish), the Git.

Hermione stood up with excitement. She rushed down the steps to the common room to find Ron waiting by the fire. As soon as he noticed her, gravity took it from there. They were together the entire weekend (except for nights, Hermione has boundaries, you know).

Fin.

Dear God, I hope you enjoyed that. If you know the song Jar of Hearts, by Christina Perri, you'll know that I jumbled up the lyrics to the song. It was on purpose to make more sense with the story's subject. PS- not all chapters will be this long.

Love, Scarlet.