A/N: Alright, this is my second story. It is a one-shot (because I'm starting out small), and honestly, I wrote it on a whim and I'm not very happy about how it turned out. It's pretty small, but oh well. I hope you all like it, and PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE R&R!
The One and Only
By: MentalBookworm1213
It was a Friday afternoon, and Hermione sat alone in the common room doing homework. Normally the Gryffindor common room always had some kind of noise inside; whether it be from the ever-loud Weasley twins or just the quiet crackling of the fire in the hearth. But today, it was completely silent. It was one of those rare moments where everyone in Gryffindor House was doing something, and Hermione had the whole place to herself.
To anyone other than her closest friends, it might seem like Hermione was truly doing homework. But, really, she was deep in thought. Hermione was thinking of the boy with fiery hair and crystal blue eyes. The tall, gangly boy who was trying out for Quidditch this very week. She was thinking of the boy with close to a million freckles on his face. She was thinking of the boy who had the most caring personality. Hermione was thinking of the one and only Ron Weasley.
She had had a crush on him ever since they met on the train in their first year. Once she got to know him better, she realized she liked him even more. Not that she would tell him that anyway. If he knew, well, her life would be over. Sometimes, she imagined telling him, but it never ended well.
She was still a little miffed that he hadn't asked her to the Yule Ball last year, but she had had a good time and they both apologized over letters and now they didn't care. Everything was alright between them. They were friends again. But some small (or big) part of Hermione wished that she and Ron could be more than just "friends."
Looking up from her so-called "homework," Hermione glanced out the window. From her vantage point, she could see the Quidditch pitch. And on it, there was Harry, Ron, and about five other Gryffindors. They were all really good players. But all she saw was Ron, soaring through air. His crimson hair caught the setting sun and she was absolutely dazzled by its spectacular light. Good thing she was alone, otherwise the others would see her staring and, of course, she would never hear the end of it.
Still gazing out the window at Ron, Hermione laid her head down on the table. She began to get sleepy, and as the sun finally set, she fell asleep. As it got later into the night, Hermione dreamt about herself, with the one and only, Ron Weasley.