"It's Hopeless"

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter, which belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling and her publishers. Well, I do own a copy of each of the four books, and am hopeful to get my hands on a copy of the fifth book first thing June.21, but does that really count? No copyright infringement is intended, please don't sue, I am poor enough as it is.

Chapter One: Poor Ron!

Life at the Burrow these days was getting to be boring, something the Burrow never seemed to be before. Bill was still in Egypt working for Gringotts and Charlie was still in Romania. Percy was also still working for the ministry, but people were actually beginning to know his name. He had gotten a promotion after Barty Crouch was gone and was now doing very well for himself indeed. He had moved out, and into his own place. Fred and George were still at home, having only one more year to complete at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. They were being uncharacteristically calm and quite. Which tended to scare the other Weasley clan very much. Ron came up with the idea they were still making up ideas for their dream shop, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and didn't want Mrs. Weasley finding out what they were up to. Ginny had been huddled up in her room all summer, nobody knowing what she was up to.

Ron lay on his small bed staring up at the ceiling. He had never been so bored. The only thing he had to do for fun these days was play wizard's chess by himself, and fly around the yard, playing quidditch with imaginary people. A problem he had never really had before coming from a family of seven children. He had been practicing his moves in the hopes to make the Gryffindor quidditch team this year, since there was an opening spot for Keeper. Ron had never really tried the Keeper position before, but he thought he was actually pretty good at it, and may have a chance.

Though He liked quidditch very much, he still had nobody to talk to, so he kept sending his tiny owl Pig on journeys to talk to his two best friends Harry Potter and Hermionie Granger. He missed them both very much. Lately though Ron was even more lonely.

Harry had gone to visit his godfather for the last two weeks. He was only allowed to do this as long as Dumbledore, head master at Hogwarts, was going as well. He was there to help, since Sirius was still in hiding, and when he went out in public, he appeared to be a big dog. Dumbledore was there to let people know Harry was not only, not alone, but not vulnerable either. Dumbledore was possibly the most powerful wizard alive, and no one would mess with Harry if Dumbledore were there. This was very helpful owing to the fact that Harry seemed to be a trouble magnet.

Hermionie, Ron's other best friend, was off visiting Victor Krum, star quidditch player, for two weeks. This made Ron extremely jealous and he didn't know why. Or maybe he did, but didn't want to think about it. Krum used to be Ron's favorite player, but recently, Ron couldn't even hear his name without cringing.

He tried to tell himself he was just worried about his best friend. 'I mean', he thought 'He's 18 years old, that can't be legal.' He knew Hermionie wasn't doing anything stupid, but couldn't help worrying about her. He so much wanted to tell her that boys that age expected something. How could he say that to her though, I mean he couldn't talk to a girl about that? She may be his best friend but she was still a girl. He couldn't tell her that boys that age only wanted one thing. He would probably have to explain how he knew this, and then he was in trouble. I mean, Ron didn't just want one thing, but he often caught himself thinking about that one thing. , Not to mention that that one thing often included Hermionie herself. Something that made Ron feel quilty. 'Yes, he definitely couldn't tell her that'.

Hermionie, how could he be thinking about Hermionie, that way. He knew, just felt uneasy about it. Ron admitting to himself, something he could never admit to anyone else, even Harry and especially not Hermionie. Ron was in love with her. He knew it. How could he not be, he told himself. He thought about the time, when he knew he felt that way. Well, to be honest to himself, he dated it back to first year, he may have thought she was a bossy little know-it-all book worm, but he still thought she was cute. After the Troll incident he started to like her. Then second year, he really started to like her. He started wanting to kill Malfoy for insulting her, rather than just thrash him. Not to mention the whole Basilisk thing, boy did he worry about her them. But he really dated his love issue too forth year. , With the Yule Ball incident.

"Oh Bloody Hell", he said out loud. "What am I going to do?"

He tried to tell himself to forget it, he would soon get over it, but in reality, just ignoring it seemed to make it grow stronger. 'This is a predicament,' he thought 'Hermionie would never like me that way, I mean I'm just stupid insensitive Ron to her, she's probably only my friend cause of Harry'. He knew this wasn't true, but couldn't help himself anyway. He really didn't know what to do; there was no way he was going to tell her though. He was sure she didn't, and never would, think about him that way, and if he told her what good would that do? She just wouldn't be his friend at all anymore. He decided he would definitely rather have her as a friend than not at all. 'If only she wasn't with Victor' he thought. 'I mean it would be so much easier if she wasn't dating Mr. Quidditch himself.' Ron got up from his bed and headed to his dresser, and drew out the last letter Hermionie had sent to him a week ago.

Dear Ron,

I am at Victor's now, and will be for the next two weeks, so if you need me I am here. How is everything? Still bored? Harry says that Dumbledore is going to go with him to visit Sirius. That is really nice of him, don't you think? Dumbledore, I am sure has a very busy schedule and all, what with Voldemort and eveything. Victor says hello. Oh, and don't worry Ron, Victor is still living with his parents, so I am not staying at his house alone with him. Honestly, you sound like my mum. She was concerned about that too. Boy, sometimes you treat me more like a little sister than you do to Ginny. Well, I better go. Victor just came back from practice and we are going to go to dinner now. See you soon.

Love from, Hermionie.

'She thought he was treating her like a little sister hey?' He thought. Well, that's better than her knowing he was concerned about her because he was in love with her. I mean if she ever found out, he would rather die than have to face her, no he would rather go live with Aragog, in the dark forest. Hopefully, these next few weeks would be over soon and school would start, then he would stop thinking about things like this so much. At least he hoped he would. But trying not to think about Hermionie always made it harder to actually do.

A/N: Do you like it so far, or do you not like it? This is my first try at fan fiction so please be nice to me, nice, but honest. If you do like it and want more, I would really like to know. If you don't want me to write more, I would also like to know, but just be kind in saying so please. I am very sensitive. Hopefully the next chapter may go to Hermionie, and her thoughts. Maybe, tell me what you think. Please review!