Dear Ron

No. Not 'Dear'. Just Ron.
My Ron.
My friend Ron. Yes. That's it. Friend.

Friends don't get dears, so neither will Ron.

Ron:
No.

Ron-
Ron
To Ron:
Ronald

No. A thousand times, no! I cannot write a four letter word – a simple word one learns when she first begins writing letters. It is despicable. How is it that I, Hermione Jane Granger, the girl who takes comfort beyond belief from words – long or short - , am so scared of this one?
But deep in my heart, my head, my every vein pulsing with life, I know.
Its implications – the hope and fear they'll be understood.
What's in a word, anyhow?
According to the dictionary, 'dear' is an adjective that is used to describe someone dearly loved, or with whom the user is in a close or intimate relationship.

The first is true, oh it is true to the purest meaning; we love each other – we would put our lives at risk - even give them up for one another, and have. However, the latter is what I'm afraid of. He is a good, kind, human being (not a boy, not a man – human is the best way to describe Ron – he is purely human). I have no doubt if he were to understand the implication and hope placed in such a greeting, he would be chivalrous…. But it would mean that either way, something under my bushy hair, my squinting bookworm eyes would be shown – something that might flourish in the open air, but that is painful at first as it is being carved out of its deep, dark cave, and is all the more subjective to plague and death – pain and misery and loneliness. If he were to even open it kindly, return it by going through the same fear and uncertainty and help me through by doing it himself, even then, it would be open, and if I were to try to shut it again, it would fight with all its being – and at the very least leave a nasty scar.

This struggle continues for hours, and I finally decide that this human… this Ron…. This Ron is my Ron. Whether the intricacies of such a small word penetrate his mind or not, I will write that terrifying adjective boldly on the page, because whether or not he is close or intimate in a romantic relationship doesn't matter; the first explanation of the word, loved, is versatile, and though it fits far more than one category – whether as a friend, a relative, a lover - , loved is one word which I can always apply to him.

Friendship, or more.

A/N: Sorry I've been away from for so long! Please review!