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"Never Felt This Way Before"

by Sailthegoodship00

Damn this place, and damn him, especially him. With his adorably messy red hair, his tall and incredibly muscular structure, those bloody freckles, how he can start up a row in less than five seconds, and of course damn my heart for choosing him of all people to fall hopelessly head-over-heals in love with.

I Wiped my eyes with my sleeve and slumped into an armchair by the common room fire. Now, your probably asking why a sensible and intelligent girl like me is having an emotional break down over a boy of all things.

Well you see lately I've developed some immensely strong feelings toward a certain stubborn and thick headed Gryffindor, three guesses who. I suppose these emotions came about during 2nd year after I heard how much he fretted over me while I was petrified and in the hospital wing.

He really is thick though, I can not believe he hasn't figured out that I fancy him, I mean with the amount of hints I've dropped this year how could you not? God He is such a git, I honestly don't know what I see in him.

Okay I take that back…..I Know exactly what I see in him. He's sweet, incredibly loyal, trustworthy, hilarious, and sensitive….sometimes. Though lately……I just haven't been able take it. Other girls are noticing him and he likes it, he's always walking around with his chest all puffed out now and he looks rather ridiculus too.

I don't think I can continue to be friends with him while knowing that's all we'll ever be, friends. I just don't know how I'll go about telling him this, and it will be rather difficult to ignore him since we both will want to remain friends with Harry. I guess I'll just have to find a way.

I heard a creak from the other side of the room and snapped my head up to see what the cause was. I looked up just in time to see Ron bound through the portrait hole. He glanced around the room and jumped slightly when he saw me sitting in the corner of the room puffy-eyed and red-faced.

"Bloody Hell, Hermione who died?" He exclaimed. He really has a knack for making people feel better doesn't he.

"Nothing I'm fine" I said quickly as I franticly tried to dry my tear stained face.

Ron snorted disbelievingly, "Of course, why'd I bother asking. You're just fine and peachy, any one can see that! Really 'Mione don't give me that. What's wrong, it looks like there was a flood in here!"

I glared at him, honestly he is so insensitive. He chuckled in response and carefully chose one of the few dry spots on the carpet to sit down.

"Nothings wrong, really I'm fine." I said irritated, really he doesn't know when to let things go.

"No your not." He said simply as he leaned back against the couch.

"Ron will you just drop it!" I was trying very hard not to raise my voice now, he is just so frustrating!

"No Hermione I won't! Not until you tell me why you missed dinner and why you were up here crying." He now had a slight hint of annoyance in his voice and I could tell he was loosing his temper as well.

I took a deep breathe and braced myself for what I was about to do.

"Ron, This isn't working. I don't think we should continue with this friendship….I-I just need some space." I said weakly as a whole new batch of tears threatened to spill.

Ron had a look of shock and disbelief which soon changed to hurt and desperation, "W-what why!" he exclaimed.

It hurt me to hear the despair in his voice and I bit my lip desperately trying to blink the tears away, "R-Ron, just trust me on this." I stuttered unconvincingly. I should have known this was going to be harder than I thought.

"Hermione……I just don't get were your going with this. I mean, we've been friends for five years! You can't just all the sudden walk off and leave without even a proper explanation! You can't leave…y-you just don't get it. I need you, If I could have moved on before now I would have. I've never felt this strongly about anyone before!" he clapped his hand over his mouth, a look of realization dawning on his face.

"Ron I just can't continue being friends with you and watching other girls gawk over you while having to pretend it doesn't bother me at all because it actua……..wait, I'm sorry, pardon?" my eyes grew to the size of very large golf balls and I was suddenly speechless, no not only speechless but also brain-dead.

Did……did…move on?...strong….feelings…..If this is a dream whoever wakes me up is going to get hexed into the next century.

Ron was gaping at me with an incredulous look upon his face which quickly changed into a mischievous smirk, "The Hermione Jane Granger jealous of other girls looking at me?"

I squeaked slightly and blushed deeply. Oh Merlin, Surley I didn't say that out loud!

He laughed and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, this can't be a dream. This is defiantly too good to be a dream.

He cleared his throat and looked me straight in the eyes, "'Mione, you are the smartest, most stubborn, beautiful, amazing, and caring person I have ever met." He whispered.

I blushed as he cupped my chin with his hand and lightly pressed his lips against mine. It was better than anything I had ever imagined, everything had disappeared but us.

I felt light headed and was grateful that I was sitting down. For those few seconds, suddenly studying and classes weren't important anymore.

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