Disclaimer: No, I am not J.K. Rowling…no matter how hard I try to convince people that I am. I am a mere high school student… who resorts to writing fanfics when she gets bored in class.

This song is taken from the musical "Wicked". I just saw it about a week ago, and thought that this song was absolutely PERFECT for a Ron/ Hermione fic. So here we go. Oh yeah, the song is called "Not that Girl".

Enjoy…

Hermione walked into the Common Room, planning to celebrate a Gryffindor victory. Planning to celebrate with Ron. She spotted Harry, who spoke briefly to Ginny, then stared into a distant corner of the room. She started to make her way over to him when she saw what had caught Harry's attention. Ron was being kissed by Lavender Brown, but that wasn't what hit her like a bludger. Ron was kissing back, and very enthusiastically, by the looks of it. Hurriedly, Hermione turned and ran back out of the Common Room.

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.

She continued running down the corridor, thinking of all the times she had dreamed or Ron kissing her like that. She found an unlocked classroom and went inside.

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.

Hermione sat on one of the desks and conjured a ring of birds, who flew around her head, twittering madly. She sat and thought about how if it weren't for the fact that they had had a fight earlier, that might have been her in the Common Room with Ron, not Lavender.

Every so often, we long to steal

To the land of what might have been.

Hermione came crashing back to reality when Harry opened the door and came inside.

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

When reality sets back in.

The door swung open. Ron came marching in, laughing, pulling a beaming Lavender by the hand.

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.

Hermione slammed the classroom door shut. Setting the flock of birds on Ron had felt good, but now she wished she hadn't.

He deserved it. She thought to herself. Lavender was waiting for Ron in the hallway.

"Hello," she said pleasantly, as though she had not just dropped a bomb on Hermione's world, shattering it to pieces.

"Hello, Lavender," Hermione replied coldly, wishing Lavender a slow and painful death by spider bites. Hermione found herself wishing a lot of things that night. Wishing that she hadn't fought with Ron; wishing that she hadn't seen him kissing Lavender; wishing that she hadn't set those birds on him; and wishing that she had been the one kissing Ron. But she knew it was pointless. There was no point denying it to herself.

You lost, Hermione. Give it up. He doesn't want you. You're not the girl for him.

With this thought, Hermione cried herself to sleep.

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.

Short and kind of sad, I know, I know… tell me all about it in those reviews.

God Bless;)

-ronhermione4eva2314-