This is a Pre-"Deathly Hallows" FanFiction

Ron blushed. The truth was, he had been dreaming about Hermione, but he couldn't tell them that. They had been best friends for six years, and he was not willing to scare her away from him by confessing his true feelings to them in front of her.

Ron has become very aware of his feelings for Hermione but has one barrier standing in his way, friendship. Though he comes to realize that not going after her when he had the chance was the worst mistake he could have made...

(This story also has its eerie, angsty moments.)

RW/HG & HP/GW

By the way...I own none of the characters in Harry Potter...

Chapter 1

There she was again...walking, oh how he loved it when she did that. It was the simplicity of the way her curls bounced on her shoulders with every step she took, the look of confidence in her eye as she trudged through the halls packed with other students, the way she moved with haste to her next class or to even catch up with him in between classes.

Though something felt different this time; as she was walking down the hall toward him, like she always did so that they could walk to potions together, he felt her hand slip into his. He threw a glance towards Harry to see if he noticed this strange yet lovely thing that was taking place, but Harry was not there. He turned to look into the beautiful face of Hermione clutching his hand and saw instead messy short dark hair, and a pair of only too familiar green eyes hidden behind his perfectly symmetrical round glasses.

"Hello Ron," said Harry as Ron yanked his hand free of Harry's. "Care to join us for breakfast?" Curious by this use of the word 'us' when he only saw Harry there, Ron leaned forward a bit to see if there was someone on the other side of Harry. Sure enough, there was Hermione, but why the hell was Harry's arm around her?

Furious, Ron exclaimed, "What the hell?! First off, we just came from lunch! And second, why the hell were you holding my hand?! I thought it was...oh never mind." He trailed off because of Hermione being right there.

"I wasn't holding your hand."

"Bloody hell, Harry, yes you were!"

"That was your mum, she came to tell you breakfast was ready." Ron was beginning to realize the distance of the voice he was having a conversation with, and then all of a sudden became aware of his surroundings. Standing over him was a group of people laughing hysterically, consisting of Harry, Ginny, Fred, George, and the beautiful and intelligent Hermione.

"When did you get in, Harry?" Ron asked anger growing in his face, though trying to hide it due to the beautiful member of the audience he had already embarrassed himself in front of.

"Just a bit ago," Harry answered. "Perfect timing I must say...I was holding your hand, was I?" Harry laughed as did everyone else standing around him. Ron snarled.

"You weren't holding my hand," Ron lied.

"You argued with me insisting it was me that held you hand," Harry argued.

"It's true, mate," Fred chimed in.

"Heard it with our own ears," George said, finishing Fred's thought.

"Why are you all here to wake me up though?" Ron asked groggily.

"Why not?" Hermione spoke finally.

Ron opened his mouth to protest and was immediately cut off by Fred before being able to get a word out, "Saw you smiling in your sleep."

"What were you dreaming about?" Ginny asked laughing.

Ron blushed. The truth was, he had been dreaming about Hermione, but he couldn't tell them that. They had been best friends for six years, and he was not willing to scare her away from him by confessing his true feelings to them in front of her. "Will you guys get out so I can get to the food while it's still warm?"

"Always worried about his food," Hermione said smiling brightly. "C'mon guys...We'll head down there and wait for you." Was he imagining it or did he just see her wink at him? He shook his head as though to clear it of all fictional thoughts, thinking that if he had really seen it, the action would repeat itself. It didn't.

Once everyone had filed out of the room, Ron dressed as quickly as humanly possible and tore down the stairs though trying his best to make himself appear as though he had just moseyed his way along. The whole Weasley family was seated along the table, except for Percy of course. Harry and Hermione were more towards the end of the table, Ginny to one side of Hermione determined to be a bit harsh to Harry for being too noble and dumping her only a couple of months ago, and Ron noticed the only seat left unoccupied and his heart beat a little too hard.

"We can eat now," Hermione said happily, though it appeared that nearly everyone was done eating except for her who hadn't started yet.

He tried his best to hide how happy this made him feel by shrugging his shoulders as he sat down in the empty seat next to Hermione and began to tear into his plate of food. "I 'ope he eets more, ehh—'ow do you 'ay it...politely at our wedding 'is weekend..." Fleur said snobbishly to Bill, though too quietly for Ron to understand what she had said. Ron looked up and smiled dazedly at her and Hermione rolled her eyes.

Everyone had finished eating except for Ron and Hermione which left them to sulk in the awkwardness of the situation. When Ron went for a third helping of food, Hermione pushed her chair back and stood up. "Hareharewhohoing?" Ron asked through a mouthful of food.

"What?" Hermione asked staring fixedly at Ron.

Ron chewed a while longer and swallowed and asked again, "Where are you going?"

"Oh...to write a letter."

"Who you going to write to?" Ron took another large spoonful of mashed potatoes.

Hermione paused as though to think about her response. "Well..." she began, and then she paused for another minute or so, giving Ron plenty of time to clear nearly half his plate.

He was beginning to grow impatient, "Hermione! Who are you writing to?"

"Well..." she began, wondering if she should just lie and say her mum or her dad, but wouldn't he be curious as to why she was so scared to tell him that she was only writing to her parents? She decided it would probably be best if she was honest with him. She gulped and then said, "Well...I'm going to go write to Viktor."

Do you like it? I want feedback before I continue. Haha, no pressure...

So my friend pointed out to me that Ron was having mashed potatoes for breakfast, lmao! Well...it was a mistake, but it's been left there for others to try and discover on thier own, it's quite a humorous thing, so it is being left in honor of my stupidity...