Dedicated to JilyEvotter19, both for winning my writing contest and being... herself.

Dear Ron,

Hello.

So, I know that we're not strictly speaking friends now anymore. I mean how can we, really, after your historical, face punching snogging session with Lavender Brown, of all people, and my hysterical, tearful attack of yellow chirping canaries.

I don't intend to criticize your taste; not at all. I only think that, well, despite being rather too desperate, you should have gone looking for a more suitable choice. I'm not putting my finger on anyone special, you know. There are loads of pretty, bubble- headed girls about Hogwarts for you to snog endlessly. So you go have fun.

About me, if you ever care to know, I'm doing pretty well. No, really. I do my schoolwork with much more concentration, and have loads of time to myself at night. And that is because of my serious lack of sleepiness.

I do try to sleep. But then again, I have to admit that the scenes from the last bloody Quidditch after match are rather haunting… the way she was clinging on you like some sort of glued ivy… and you know what hurts me most? The fact that you seemed to be bloody enjoying it too!

I couldn't blame you even if I tried. The desperation to prove your physical abilities and existence, apart from your Quidditch skills and such, must have caused a severe damage to your logic. And while I doubt your logic's existence from the very first day, I can't pretend like you have no sort of understanding or knowledge or whatever it might be.

Honestly Ronald, how many times DID I give you hints about my interests? I risked my comfort zone and my safety, gave you some very secret information about my feelings which, thanks to your sheepishness, were first discovered by Harry; because I'd seen the signs of a blossoming love in you, and maybe even HOPED to go a bit further than that in our relationship.

I even asked you to the Slughorn Christmas party, for Merlin's sake.

And you know that you can't deny any of it because we've been friends for far too long and I've even slept with you so I know perfectly well when you feel something. Anything.

But then what do you do, mister 'Scream- It- In- My- Face'? You go grab some daft hooker out of nowhere because Ginny said, and I quote, that I snogged Viktor Krum.

So, what are you seriously going to do about that, I might ask? It was decades ago.

But I know what you'll say just now. You'll tell me that this is the same reason you picked Lavender- although you are killing to convince everybody that you actually LOVE her. Ha. As if.- but I'll outsmart you again, because the thing between me and Viktor was more like him being tired of lovesick fangirls, and me being all too flattered about the idea of having someone who actually LIKES me in THAT way, even if he wasn't someone I'd pick out myself.

And the thing between you and Lav Lav's like a handsome, perfect young man being stuck with a person who doesn't give a damn about who you are and what you do, as long as your tongues are down each other's throats.

I'm not protesting if you, at any rate, are enjoying it, though.

So, the main reason for me writing this letter instead of my arithmancy essay is to clarify things and to tell you that, well, you can stop being angry at me.

I'm not really intending to send you this letter any soon. But once you do receive it, please TRY to write back.

If you're not busy eating up her face, that is.

Yours

Hermione

P.S. - And NO, I didn't visit Viktor after the Triwizard tournament. He did invite me, but I didn't go.

Curiosity killed the cat, we both know.