So I was watching Chamber of Secrets on ABC Family the other day when I was struck with inspiration. The inspiration actually comes from a Glee fic and a Percy Jackson fic: Kiss by foraworldundeserving and Through My Grey Eyes by PUNKROCKprincess4evr. If you're a fan of either (or both), you should go read them. I COMMAND YOU! Ok so this is basically the story of Romione told through Ron's point of view (in no particular order). Ideas are welcome.

I'll be starting with the Yule Ball since that was the part that had had my heart in Romione. Yes, I admit I was a foolish child who didn't notice it until it was screaming in my face. And now I look back on that little girl me and say "Who the hell was that?" But anyway, Romione was my first ever OTP and I thought it would be fun to write in Ron's POV. Oh yeah and the thing about novel-based movie fanfiction, you never really know whether to base it off the movie or the book. This first chapter sort of goes back and forth. It won't be like that with all of them I PROMISE!

By the way, in case you didn't know, this first chapter is in fact named after the song in A Very Potter Musical. I thought since it's the Yule Ball and that song was sung at the Yule Ball it would be fitting. Now I'm gonna stop rambling and let you read this.

"Is that Hermione Granger?"

Ron looked up and his heart stopped. It wasn't Hermione. Well, it was, but it wasn't. She looked nothing at all like the plain bushy-haired girl he walked down the hallways with. Her hair was sleek and shiny. Her dress was stunning. And her teeth….well, he had seen her newly improved teeth before. But now, with this new appearance, they seemed to stand out even more.

She looked…beautiful.

The floor beneath him seemed to dissolve and all thoughts of Fleur floated away. He couldn't believe it. How had she managed to look this amazing? He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Then he caught sight of the boy with his arm wrapped around her and he couldn't believe his eyes. Viktor Krum?What was she thinking? He was the Durmstrang champion, the enemy! Yet here she was, walking down the Great Hall with him.

Him instead of me.

What? Where did that come from? Ron looked down. He knew where it came from. The feelings had been haunting him ever since he had asked her to the ball. Now he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind saying that maybe he had been chasing after the wrong girl. He should've asked Hermione sooner. He felt like such an idiot.

What are you doing, Ron? She's one of your best friends.

But he couldn't fight what he knew was happening. He couldn't remember a time when he had ever felt this strongly about anyone, felt this jealous.

That last word sank in very slowly. Sure, she wasn't the only one to make him feel jealous. He remembered how he had felt that night that Harry's name had appeared out of the goblet. Harry had gotten so much attention after that. It wasn't good attention. But it was attention all the same. More attention than Ron had ever gotten, being the second youngest and least successful out of seven lower class kids.

Still, that had been different. First of all, it was stupid. He still couldn't figure out what he had been thinking. Of course Harry hadn't put his name in there. And after seeing the first task, it certainly didn't look like a lot of fun.

Besides, this was a different kind of jealousy. The man who had been his idol not too long ago now looked to him like the worst human being on the face of the planet.

Stop that, Ron!

Suddenly Harry's voice penetrated his thoughts.

"You okay, Ron?"

Ron shook himself out of his haze. He hadn't realized that they had moved to a group of benches and were sitting down. Padma was sitting next to him, obviously anxious to dance. She would have to wait for a long time, as Ron was too busy glaring after Hermione and Krum. Harry looked concerned. Ron didn't answer.

Then Hermione came over, babbling about how hot it was and asking if they wanted to get drinks with her and Viktor. She was too beautiful. It wasn't fair.

"Hasn't he asked you to start calling him Vicky yet?"

He couldn't help it. The words just fell out. And he felt right now was jealousy. And how unfair it was that it hadn't been him to escort her to this stupid ball.

Hermione burst into hysterics, but Ron was so angry he barely heard what she was saying. He just stood there, staring at this girl who had just changed his life forever.

As she stormed away. Padma looked at him, pleading with her eyes for a dance. If she said something, Ron didn't hear it through his angry haze. And she went to join a Beauxbatons boy on the floor.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. As people danced and mingled throughout the ball, Ron couldn't help feeling that nothing would ever be the same after this night. As The Weird Sisters ended their last song, people began exiting the Great Hall. Ron ran straight for the common room, where he came face to face with Hermione. Her hair was starting to morph back to its usual bushy state, but it seemed like that first glance of her at the ball had been fused into his brain.

"Do you have something to say to me?" she said irritably.

"Why did you go with Krum?"

He should've known that would start another argument. Hermione went right back to screaming again. She seemed to be losing her voice. As the argument heated up, they moved further and further away from each other until they were ten feet apart. And then she spoke the words that had been echoing through Ron's mind all night.

"Next time there's a ball, pluck up the courage and ask me before somebody else does! And not as a last resort!"

Ron's throat went dry. He gaped as Hermione stomped up to the girls' dorm. He heard the door close and turned around to see Harry standing in the doorway. And all he could do was babble like an idiot while that single life-changing thought played through his mind.

I'm in love with Hermione Granger.

So...was it good? Bad? Terrible? Orange? Soup? Bucket? TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Anyway, like I said, ideas are very much welcome. But please, if you do send an idea, send it via PM. It's just too confusing sorting out opinions and ideas in reviews.

To those who might be Glee fans, I've started on a Facebook story. If you like crazy stuff, you'll really like my story. (If you don't like Glee, don't say it in your review. Not to be rude, but I really have better things to do with my time.)

What else was I gonna say? Oh yeah! I'm a Starkid addict so this will probably be one of MANY chapters named after a Starkid song. Well, gotta go.

Peace, love, and Harry Potter!

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