A/N: Hello there, lovelies. Another look at the other side of the coin. Don't worry. This story won't be revolving around these two... it IS a Dramione fanfic so...a little patience goes a long way. For the meantime, leave your comments below. 3

CHAPTER 12

Ron rubbed his hair with a towel while looking over his shoulder at Astoria. Bloody hell, is she not just the perfect woman? He felt his heart thud faster than usual. Her body had curves in the right places…she looked like a goddess. And the fact that that Malfoy git gets to have all of that but still fails to care for her made his insides roil.

Not that he was doing any better. He sighed. 'Mione's wonderful and all but she was just way too independent for anyone to be there for her. Honestly speaking, he doesn't even know if he can keep up with her. She and Harry both got promoted whereas he's still stuck in his position for five years now. Not to mention there's nothing else she needs from him. She doesn't need him. That's what made him distant in the first place. Hermione was just way too smart for her own good. She never failed in any situation due to her analytical nature. Not to mention the plethora of him being called immature, childish, and boorish by her was just too much. And she didn't even need to call him stupid, her look when he makes a mistake is enough to let him know what she actually feels.

Even with all the things she has done for their family, Ron felt there was something missing. And he realized what it was through Astoria: FUN. Hermione was anything but fun. She was a perfectionist and she did everything with precise, planned timing and was upset at a simple mistake. There was never any room for mistakes with her and he was a blundering fool. She is amazing; a great person and a wonderful best friend. But he didn't want perfect. He thought he did but—

A pillow hit him square on the head; he turned to see a robed Astoria raising an eyebrow at him playfully. He smiled at her. This…this was what he wanted. He stood up and took a step towards Astoria to which she took a step back. Oh…she wanted to play did she? He waggles his eyebrows and proceeded to chase her around the room. It only took a few seconds before his beater reflexes caught hold of a giggling Astoria.

He carried her to the bed and they both fell down facing each other. Her eyes sparkled in the light. She was made of magic is what she is. He ran a finger on her hair and she closed her eyes. "You're beautiful, my princess", he whispered as if it were a secret.

Astoria giggled and blushed like a school girl. Ron stupidly smiled at her as if seemingly mesmerized at the sight before him. She DID admit she had a crush on him in Hogwarts; that she usually sat at the front in every Quidditch match that he played on just so she can get a better look at him. He, however, was too preoccupied with other prospects to notice her. It was an adorably innocent admission that happened the first night they were together. They clicked that instant. And he felt a pang of guilt when he started getting attracted to her yet he knew he shouldn't let the chance pass. Astoria had leaned in and whispered to his ear that he wanted him to send her home. It was supposed to be nothing but a harmless send off until she admitted that and he felt…wanted.

He never told Astoria about how Draco walked in on him trying to Floo call her. That would mean he would lose her and somehow, something in him didn't want that to happen. He didn't want to lose this vision in front of him. Matter of fact, he doesn't think he'd ever want to lose her. "Deep in thought there, Ginge" she leaned on an open palm and looked at him smugly. He gave a little growl and pounced on her, holding her playfully down. She attempted to struggle but to no avail and she resigned to just giggling. Astoria, this new Astoria with hair sprawling over the pillow and dripping wet, with face lacking makeup, and with no expensive jewelry was just…right. He looked down at her. No, he didn't want to lose her.