It was finally seventh year, and they were finally seniors. Getting ready to move on with their lives. The Hogwart seniors were so excited, but as to poetry day…that was a whole different story. Ron Weasley, the popular freckled red headed boy. Who is recently depressed over his breakup with Hermione.

How she caught Lavender snogging all over him, and Ron tried to stop it. But Hermione didn't believe him. So, she took her words and broke up with him. Ron could hear her sobs sometimes. Her crying in her room, and when he tries to open her door. She screams at him to go away. So, Ron really didn't give a crap of poetry day. So, he didn't do his assignment.

Hermione, who actually did her report, looked sad. She looked puffy eyed. Ron glanced at her and she just put her head down and wiped a single tear away again. "Hermione," Ron heard Ginny whisper. "Calm down, it's going to be okay." Hermione put her head up and nodded.

She looked better now, back to the old sophisticated Hermione. She got her poem out and smoothed it. She held her hands properly and placed them on her desk. Professor Snape smirked and looked at the class, "Okay, Class." He hissed. "Who wants to share their poem with the class?"

Hermione's hand went up slowly. Number one, she was sad. Number two, she was the only one who actually raised her hand. Mr. Snape rolled his eyes firmly, "Course." He murmured. "Okay. Share, Miss Granger." Hermione looked at the class, who was staring at her. Ginny nodded her head comfortless. "Go On." She mouthed quietly.

Hermione nodded, then looked at Ron sorrowful. Ron looked back at her with loving eyes and mouthed, "I love you." She sighed and wiped a single tear away quickly. She looked at her poem, and opened her thin mouth.

"10 Things I Hate About You." She said with her lip quivering. "By Hermione Granger."

"I Hate The Way You Talk To Me."

"And Your Stupid Red Hair."

"I Hate The Way You Drive My Car."

"I Hate It When You Stare."

"I Hate Your Big, Dumb Combat Boots."

"And The Way You Read My Mind."

"I Hate You So Much, It Makes Me Sick."

"It Even Makes Me Rhyme."

"I Hate They Way Your Always Right."

"I Hate It When You lie…"

"I Hate It When You Make Me Laugh.."

Hermione started to burst out crying, and Ron wiped a tear away himself off of him. He closed his eyes, he knew the poem was about him. He needed to do something. He needed to write her a poem. "Good Idea…" He thought. But painfully…he watched Hermione continuing the poem crying.

"Even Worse When You Make Me Cry…"

"I Hate It When Your Not Around…"

"And The Fact That You Didn't Call."

She cried more, and more. The whole class was looking at her sorrowfully. Ron started to cry a little bit. And Hermione saw it, it looked like she was about to smile, but she shook it off.

"Not Even Close."

"Not Even A Little Bit."

"Not Even At All…"

And with that, Hermione ran out of the room screaming and crying. Ron stood up, and he was about to run after her. But Snape stopped him, "I'll handle this, Weasley." Ron sat down, his whole world was completely blacked out. He wiped away a tear, and sat his head down on his desk.

"We will continue poetry tomorrow, class." He said watching the students gathering their books together. But Ron was the first one to leave, running to his room to get busy on the poem to Hermione. His thoughts were rushing through his heads, but he just needed to write his feelings about her.

[The Next Day]

Ron came in the next morning with the poem in his hand. He wasn't sure that he would win back Hermione, but this was the only idea besides begging. Hermione sniffled, and Ron looked at her and sighed. She wiped away a tear. "I'll win you back." He said smiling. "One way or another."

Professor Snape walked in right then. "So we will continue poetry day, any other volunteers besides Miss. Granger?" Ron's hand immediately shot up. Hermione's heart skipped about four more beats. Snape smirked, "This should be good." He motioned Ron to come to the front of the class.

Ron took a deep breath, "I Remember." Hermione's lips curled into a smile. "By Ron Weasley." Ron said smiling at Hermione.

"I remember when I first met you."

"When You Walked Into The Train."

"But To Me, Everything Changed."

"Especially When I Saw Your Beautiful Face."

"I remember when I held your hand."

"It felt as soft as sand."

"I acted like it was awkward."

"Which it really wasn't."

"I hated that I hid my feelings."

"It felt like a thousand killings."

"I remember being so nervous when you watched one of my games."

"But I talked to Harry every night."

"Praying that I could do at least one thing right."

"I remember the Yule Ball."

"You were so beautiful, it took my breath away."

"But I have that feeling every time I see you anyways."

"I remember your first jealousy."

"Of me and Lavender Brown."

"Don't Worry, Hermione."

"She's Nothing But A Clown."

"I remember when you beat me up."

"You punched me over and over."

"But I didn't care."

"That's better than getting your heart broken."

"I remember our first kiss."

"It was in the rain."

"And that night, I went insane."

"I remember When I fell in love with you."

"And You fell in love with me too."

"I remember when I wrote this poem."

"And thought of this idea."

"I hope you like this last part."

"Cause I sure did."

Ron paused and reached something out of his pocket, and gripped it in his hand so no one could see it. But Harry and Ginny, They knew. Which made them smile at each other brightly. Hermione looked confused at Ron. But she was smiling through the whole poem.

"Hermione Jean Granger."

"It Comes To My Attempt."

"That I have a question on my mind."

"And I especially want a yes."

Hermione's hands were over her mouth by that time. But she was smiling so brightly. Knowing That Ron loved her with all of his heart. And never wanted to lose her. She let her hands go, to show off her beautiful smile.

"I Never Want To Lose You Again."

"So With My Honor."

"Will You Be Mrs. Weasley?"

"To Be With Me?"

Ron walked over to Hermione, and kneeled down on his knee and popped out a ring. Ron smiled, "Sorry about the cheesy poems…there kind of bad."

The whole class gasped in excitement. Hermione squealed, and kissed Ron happily. She pulled away and Ron chuckled. "So that' s a yes?"

Hermione smiled at Ron, and kissed him again. "Of course it is."