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Sorting It Out

Hermione sat on the floor of her dorm. The wildflowers that Draco had given her were lying beside her.

She was so confused. She had loved Ron. She thought that his child-like personality was kind of cute. She loved how he was himself. He was just so kind and caring and understanding when he wasn't cross.

Why does he tell me this now? She crawled into her bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Why couldn't he have told me when I actually loved him back? I hate it when he's sad. And to think that I was the reason that he was so upset! She rolled over onto her side. I can't love him now. I love Draco. I gave my heart to him a long time ago. I just wish that he would have told me when there was a chance for us. She let out a quiet sob.

Draco sat by the edge of the lake. He was listening to Led Zeppelin and throwing rocks. Crabbe and Goyle were somewhere and Draco had no idea where they were. Oh well. He didn't care. He was enjoying being alone and to himself.

As he sat there, a pair of hands fell across his eyes. "What the hell?!"

"Hey, Drake. What's up?" a girl's voice said playfully. Draco's first conclusion was that Hermione was behind him, but when he turned around, he saw the face of Pansy Parkinson. His smile melted and turned into a frown.

"Go away, Pansy."

"Why? Are you waiting for that Gryffindor girl?"

"First, her name is Hermione. Second, no, I'm not waiting for her. She left a while ago."

"Then you have nothing to worry about," Pansy said as she sat down dangerously close to Draco.

In reaction to this, he scooted over a bit but she only moved closer. "Pansy, I told you before, go away."

"No. If you have time for that filthy mudblood, you should certainly have enough time for me. After all, you're my favorite person to be around." Pansy leaned over to kiss him.

He pushed her away in disgust. "PANSY, I DON'T LIKE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" He gathered his things and started to leave.

"Draco Malfoy, if it's the last thing that I do, I promise that I will make you love me!"

"I love you, Harry," Ginny said as she and Harry stood kissing by their dorm rooms. Harry went to his dorm and Ginny went to open the door of her dorm. The only problem was that she was unable to move the door. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"

"GO AWAY!" screamed Hermione.

"Hermione? Is that you?"

"Who else would it be?" Hermione's voice was cracked.

"Hermione, this is Ginny. Can I come in?"

"Why? Are you going to try to butter me up so that I'll go out with your brother?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

Hermione's face appeared where the door that Ginny's ear was pressed against used to be, causing her to almost fall over. "Come here."

"Were you aware that Ron has liked me since we started here?" She searched her eyes with urgency. "Because if you did, you lied to me."

"Hermione, I still have no idea what you are talking about."

"I walked in on Ron while he was cutting himself." Ginny gasped and opened her mouth to say something but Hermione interrupted her. "Let me finish. Then, I asked him why he was doing it, and he said that it was because of me. He claims to have loved me since we started school at Hogwarts and was depressed because his mortal enemy is going out with me." She was weeping. "And I used to like him, too. I just couldn't tell him because it would be too awkward. I'm just so confused."

"Listen, whether you liked my brother or not, you don't anymore. You love Draco. You have liked him since 4th year and you know that. I know that. Draco knows that." Ginny reached over and gave her a hug. "Ron is your best friend and since he is your best friend, he is going to be happy for you- just like Harry is." Ginny moved Hermione's wavy hair out of her face.

"Then why do I feel like they hate me?" Her tears were lightening up.

"They don't hate you. You have been friends with them since you were 11. He will get over it. If he does love you, he will support you."

"I don't know. I suppose I'm going to sleep on it. I've had a long day."

"Ok, I'll leave you alone to think."

"Thank you, Ginny. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Think nothing of it. I'm always glad to help," Ginny said as she walked out the door. Hermione smiled and went to sleep.

Ron sat in the common room still contemplating what he had done. I hate myself. I hate myself. I hate myself. I absolutely loathe myself. I wish that I never told her. I wish that I lied. She probably hates me. My only reason for living was her. Ron looked up towards the girls' dormitories. She's never going to look at me the same way again. I wish that I had never loved her. I wish that I had never met her. He shook his head. Wait, what am I saying? She's my best friend. I couldn't live without my friends. He looked longingly at the picture of Hermione that he kept in his wallet. That's right. She's my best friend- nothing more, nothing less. Ron looked up towards the ceiling and rubbed his eyes. "Now all I have to do is get that set into my mind."