A/N & Disclaimer: This is a One-Shot Ron/Hermione fluff. I would appreciate it if you reviewed, but it is not voluntary. Now that I've said that, I must also say that I am not in any way what so ever affiliated with J.K. Rowling and no copyright infringement is intended.
"'Mione?" the redheaded male called out to the only other person in the room- a rather small girl (at least compared to him) with long, curly, brown hair who was equally beautiful in her own way.
She was sitting across the room in one of the giant arm chairs in the Gryffindor common room. Her sweater snugged up perfectly to her body.
How I wish I were that sweater. Ron thought.
"Yes, Ronald?" She asked, not looking away from the thick book in her hands. He adored that about her; always studying.
"There's... something I have to tell you. Something I've had to tell you for quite a while."
"Go ahead, I'm listening," Hermione said peering over her book to look at him, giving him a warm smile to ensure that she cared about what he had to say.
He could feel his ears grow hot as he quickly searched for the right words to say.
"I... love you," he finally shot, his entire face now red.
Her eyes widened before she rolled her eyes and went back to her book, tossing his confession off to the side as if it were nothing, as if she only viewed them as friends and nothing more. Which pained him.
"Don't be silly, Ronald." And that was the all said said for the rest of the night.
Ron's reaction was quite the opposite. He was horrified that he had mustered up the courage to say that, and even more horrified of the way she had reacted. And deep down inside he was hurting- he was hurting badly.
But he would never let it show.
She would never know.
And they would continue living their life as if this conversation hadn't happened.