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A/N: Hey there! Okay - I just wanted to do a scene (that I came up with in English btw), but then it wouldn't have made sense... Well it would have but I don't like 'Just Scenes'- I like 'Just Stories' (Do they have 'Just Stories'? Oh well, I do!) So here is your first edition of a 'Just Story'. ROFL - On with the reading.?

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When I saw him for the first time that year my heart stopped. I literally felt as if I could not breathe. He was talking animatedly with Harry, most likely about Quidditch, and I couldn't help the smile that broke out on my face I had known for 5 years that stood before me. He was still tall, and had that red hair I loved so much, and longed to touch. He wasn't lanky any longer - sometime between last year and this he had grown into his body, his broad shoulders enhanced by the muscles (yes muscles) he had developed from Quidditch practice. He wasn't just my best friend any more; he was my deliciously-satisfying-to-the-eyes best friend! I had fallen for him. when I don't know. But it was after my relationship with Krum was over, and he started dating girls. I got jealous! And Lavender and Parvati knew it. Every time I saw him holding hands with a girl, I found myself wishing I WAS her. Lavender and Parvati reminded me endlessly (and tirelessly I might add) that I had had my chance to be with him, and I had chose Krum instead. I denied it until this summer, when it hit me with full force. I could have had him, but I told myself everyone had been seeing things - that his feelings for me were just figments of their imaginations. (It never occurred to me, however, that they all seemed to share the same imagination!)

"Hermione!"

"Hey Hermione!"

I heard my best friends calling my name and plastered on a grin as I turned to face them. There he was, holding hands with some broad who had brown hair and was about my height. Harry gathered me into a hug, and gave me his usual smile, accompanied with a typical, "Hello."

Then I turned to him.

Ron let go of her hand and stepped towards me, placing his hands around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck securely, feeling that if I let go I'd lose him forever. I felt him smile as he said, "Welcome back, 'Mione." I grinned from ear to ear before pulling away from the embrace.

"Don't call me 'Mione." I punched him lightly on the shoulder in a teasing manner. He grinned at me for a second before shifting his gaze. back to her. My smile faded and I walked silently behind the couple as we gathered our trunks and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

"It's going to be a long year, isn't it?" Harry stepped up beside me, and I looked over at him before nodding my head slightly. "Hey, um, I'm sorry Hermione."

"Harry, you have absolutely nothing to apologize for."

He grabbed my arm and slowed our pace, watching the couple go into our compartment. "Yes I do. I should have told you he liked you, and I should have told him you broke up with Krum long before you got around to it, not to mention hundreds of other things. If I had done those things, you wouldn't be moping 5 minutes into the school year and Ron wouldn't."

I stopped him in mid-sentence. "I'm not moping. It's not that. It's. I don't know. Its regret Harry. It's called facing the bloody facts. The facts are that he did like me, but I convinced myself that he didn't. In order to make myself feel better I went out with Krum, and by the time I realized what had been true all along. Well, it was too late. He's dated so many girls, and none have been really serious and - Harry, lets just forget this whole conversation ever occurred, okay?" I took a very deserved breath of fresh air (trying not to think of how it smelled like Ron), and pasted yet another smile on my face. Apparently it worked because he quickly walked into our compartment of the train.

I followed and what I saw was embedded in my mind for the duration of the train ride: that disgusting little tramp's hands running through MY Ron's hair as they cuddled!

Wait a second.

What?!

Huh?

MY RON!?

What was that about? He's not MY Ron, nor has he ever been MY Ron! Oh bloody hell. I need help - now! Please?

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(I love Seamus in the extra scenes of the first HP movie where he says "I don't appreciate" and he pronounces appreciate like 'a-pre-cee-ate'. Aaah, I love him - he's just so cute and scrumptious, ya know? Hehe - Just wanna take him home to mummy and daddy, if he was older!!!)

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