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Author's note: Please see my other stories. There is another story exactly like this except in HERMIONE'S POINT OF VIEW!!

"Hermione?" Ron asks.

"Mmm?" I mutter.

"What are you doing?"

"Honestly, Ron. Can't you see?" as I continue to write my extremely long essay for Charms. It's too hard for me to concentrate as I feel tears build in my eyes. I can see his eyes resting on me from the corner of my eye; I am not going to cry when the love of my life is staring at me, I repeat silently to myself.

He's still staring at me a minute later. Doesn't this boy have anything better to do than to stare at me all night? He's actually driving me nutters! What? Do I have something in my teeth? No… his gaze drifts to my hair. I run a hand through it quickly, making sure there's nothing in it. I can't stand the fact that I love him so much and he's sitting right there. I can't even buck up the courage to tell him. My eyes blur into focus on the parchment and I realize that I've been writing RON all over it. I cross it out, scraping the quill against the parchment hard.

"When is it due?" he asks. His voice fills me up with a feeling I've never felt before. A feeling that makes me love him even more than I already do.

"Four weeks from today," I answer unsteadily. A tear escapes from my eye and hits the parchment. Damn it!

"'Mione. Are you alright?" No, he's seen it. I see a nervous and concerned look as I glance up. I lean closer to the parchment.

"'Mione?" I can almost feel his arm moving. It lies gently on my shoulders and I suddenly notice that I'm trembling.

"What's wrong?" he questions.

I look up at him to see those deep pools of blue eyes and I can't pull away from his gaze. I don't hear the fire crackling behind us. I don't acknowledge the tears that are now rolling openly down my cheeks. I've got to put my head down before he gets worried about my tears so I shake my head and return to my parchment. He strokes his shaky hand through my hair and I can tell he's nervous or scared about something. What surprises me most is that he grabs my face gently and wipes away my tears.

"I can't stand to see you cry, Hermione," he says unsteadily. After hearing that, I couldn't help it, but another tear found its way out.

He's moving closer and I'm not so sure what's going on. Why would Ron be leaning so close to me? He kisses me. RONALD WEASLEY kisses me! But, he pulls back. I guess it was the kiss' doing, but my confidence just piled on up. I lean into him and place my lips gently on his. His hands move to my waist, unsure at first, and I can't help but smile. I wrap my arms around his soft neck and when I can hold my breath no longer, I pull away.

"I love you, Ron," I say. I feel much better having finally told him.

"I love you, too, 'Mione," he says and he pulls me back for another kiss. With another breath-taking kiss we don't hear the stairs from the boys' dormitory creak. Neither do we see Harry enter the common room

TO BE CONTINUED….

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