A/N: I don't own Harry Potter and I don't own "Hero/Heroine" by Boys Like Girls. In case you couldn't tell, I love them. : D Enjoy and please be sweet and leave a review for moi!
It's too late baby, there's no turning around
I got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud
This is how I do
When I think about you
I never thought that you could break me apart
I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart
You want to get inside
Then you can get in line
But not this time
"Damn it," Ron growled, slamming shut his Transfiguration book and covering his eyes with his hands. What was the use? He was barely any good at the subject to begin with, never mind at one in the morning, running on three hours of sleep the previous night and the sugar from a treacle tart. He stood and began to pace about the now empty Gryffindor common room, his blue-gray eyes transfixed on the flickering fire in the hearth. He stuck his hands in his pockets and found his mind wondering, as it always did whenever he thought of her. She was the last girl he would've expected to fall for; she was tearing his world apart. She was the reason for the smile on his face and she was the reason for the hole in his heart. He would've made any other girl get in line if they wanted to date him… but she was the exception to the rule.
Cause you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
The point was, he hadn't expected to ever feel this way for her. All of these emotions and thoughts tumbling around inside one person… it made him want to run and scream.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Why couldn't he be like Harry, his best mate, the Boy Who Lived? Why couldn't he be a hero? The hero always gets the girl; and Ron needed his heroine.
I won't try to philosophize
I'll just take a deep breath then I'll look in your eyes
This is how I feel
And it's so surreal
I got a closet filled up to the brim
With the ghosts of my past and their skeletons
And I don't know why
You'd even try
But I won't lie
Ron knew what he needed to do. He had to talk to her, tell her how he felt. He wouldn't start off with some fancy preamble; he would merely suck in a deep breath and look in her beautiful chocolate colored eyes. And tell her how he felt. Sometimes he wondered if it all was even real.
As everyone does, he knew he had his fair share of skeletons in his closet… his history wasn't exactly the best. He had know idea why a girl like her would spend her time on a guy like him. Why should she be with him? Was there a real reason? Or was it just because he wanted her so badly that it hurt to see her not with him?
You caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
He groaned, knowing that being in love with a person that wonderful must certainly be a sin.
And I feel a weakness coming on
It never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
And I'm feeling like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
And suddenly she was there. Behind him. Her breathing uneven and shallow. "Ron," she breathed. He felt himself go weak at the sound of he speaking his name. I love you! he felt like shouting. God, if he had known that being wrong could feel this good, he would've made this decision a long time ago. He had decided not to fall in love a long time ago, when he saw how heartbroken his little sister was when Harry rejected her… but she changed his mind.
He knew it was the greatest gift God could give him when he got a chance to see her smile, and really smile, not the fake flash of the teeth she offered to most people. People always said it was complicated… but it wasn't. He loved her. Simple as that. He laughed hollowly to himself. He was so screwed.
And you caught me off guard
Now I'm running and screaming
"Hermione," he breathed. "I never thought I'd be saying this… because I just didn't see it coming. But… I've got to be honest with you. I love you." She froze, her facial expression portraying shock and surprise.
I feel like a hero and you are my heroine
Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?
(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)
After what seemed an eternity in silence, she hugged him to her tightly, her breathing ragged and quick. "Ron," she breathed again. "You're always a hero to me."
He felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked down at her with happily shining eyes. "And you're my heroine."
And I feel a weakness coming on
It never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)
And I'm feeling like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
(I feel like a hero and you are my heroine)
And I feel a weakness coming on
It never felt so good to be so wrong
Had my heart on lockdown
And then you turned me around
(Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?)
And I'm feeling like a newborn child
Every time I get a chance to see you smile
It's not complicated
I was so jaded
Seeing Harry praised and in the limelight (even when he was rudely shoved out by the media), never bothered him again. Because he was her hero. And she was his heroine. And that was all he needed to know. That was all that mattered.