A/N: Round 3 :). Hermione's POV again. R&R, as usual.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ron, Hermione, or the quote that inspired this drabble.

They say that you should fall for someone who's willing to catch you. Therein lies my problem with Ron. I've fallen head over heels for him, but I'm really doubting that he's there to catch me. We're best friends, and I firmly believe we will always be. But looking at it logically, as I do so often, it's not likely we will ever be anything more. But how I do wish we could be more...

Just then, I learned something new. Debating matters of the heart generally makes you oblivious to the world around you, and therefore said debating should not be done while walking through the hallways. However, this is exactly what I did, and it caused me to stumble and trip over a textbook laying forgotten in the middle of the corridor. I closed my eyes, expecting to fall flat on my face. But...I didn't. I opened my eyes to find two strong arms wrapped around my waist, which after a split second pulled me upright. I turned around, to be met by the grinning face of none other than Ron. "What're you doing, Hermione, sleepwalking?"

"Yeah...something like that," I manage to spit out, still shaking, but not from my fall. Indeed, I could still feel where his arms had been...I needed to pull myself together. "Now, come on, we'll be late for class!"

He'd caught me while I was falling. I could only wonder if he would be willing to do the same in another sense entirely.