"It's Hopeless"

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story that you think belong to J.K. Rowling, well your right they do. I could never presume to be as clever or a witty or anything like the wonderful author herself. But because I do love the Harry Potter series so much I decided to borrow the characters and put them in my own story. I hope she doesn't mind! No copyright infringement intended, please don't sue. Believe me it is not worth you while.

Chapter Two: Poor Hermionie!

Hermionie sat on the floor in the bedroom she was using while staying at Victor Krum's house. She really liked Bulgaria, but was dearly missing good old England. It was so different here, but she had been enjoying herself. Bulgaria was full of old wizarding history, and that was always something to keep her interest. She was staying at Victor's for two weeks and was right now near the end of her stay. Victor was at Quidditch practice, which he had to do every single day. She was taking the time to go through some pictures and things from home, to try to help with her homesickness, but it was just making it worse. Nevertheless, she couldn't put them down. She was looking at a picture of her parents for the moment.

She felt guilty for not being home right before school started, because she wasn't going to see them for a long time, while she was at school. She was getting ready to start her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The strange thing was she never felt guilty before. Last year, she spent some time a Ron Weasley's house before school, but that didn't bother her. She was there to go see the World Quidditch Cup but, to be honest, she never really like quidditch all that much. At least, not like her two best friends who were both boys, the for mentioned Ron and Harry Potter. She was really just there to see her friends. The Quidditch Cup was actually even when she first heard of Victor Krum.

Victor was the star quidditch player of the moment. Everyone likes him, except maybe Ron, but he used to anyway. Victor was Hermionie's newest friend. He would have liked to be more, but they had a talk about just being friends. Victor was too old for her, and Hermionie, really didn't like him that way. She always saw the value in having as many friends as one could have, considering before her first year of school, she was often alone, having no friends at all, so she and Victor decided to be just that. Many people thought they were a couple, Ron for one.

Hermionie had told Ron on countless occasions that her and Victor were just friends, but he never seemed to believe her. She had to admit it kind of made her feel good for people to think she was dating Mr. Quidditch himself, but she really didn't want Ron to think that.

Hernionie had had a crush of Ron since first year, since she first saw him on the train. He was very awkward, and not to mention completely different from herself, but there was something she liked about that. Not to mention, she always like red hair, something she had come to notice that all the Weasley's had. She now moved some more pictures out of the box and found one of Ron, Harry, and herself. He really was very cute, in his own way, she told herself. She had come to notice over the last few years, her crush on Ron and turned into more than a crush. She had never been in love before, but could swear that this was it.

Being in love made Hermionie feel great, but also made her fell sick to her stomach. Most people would think this was odd, love making you feel nauseous, not just butterflies either. She knew why though, because there was no way Ron would ever like her like that. Ron liked painfully beautiful girls like Fleur Delacour. Ron could never and would never like a frumpy, bushy haired, bookworm like her. Sure he was one of her best friends, but nothing more. It just wasn't possible. He seemed to be treating her like a little sister lately. She found the letter he had written her, when she told him she was going to go stay with Victor in the box among her pictures and things, unfolded it and read.

Hermionie,

Hope you have fun at Vicky's! He does still live at home right? You shouldn't be staying if not, he might try something. I don't trust him. Be careful Ok? Harry's going to go visit Sirius, hope he has fun too. Wish I were. This is the most boring summer I have ever had. Well see you.

Ron.

Hermionie folded up the letter and put it back in the box. 'Yeah, he only looked at her as a friend before, and now it was worse, he saw her as a sister', she thought to herself. Not only that, but the letter seemed cold somehow. For a second last year, after the Yule Ball, she thought Ron might like her back, because he seemed jealous that she went to the ball with Victor. She had even told him to ask her to the next ball before someone else did. She cringed when she thought about that. 'How embarrassing, I hope he forgot about that statement' she thought. After thinking about it latter she realized he was just jealous she had become friends with Victor and not him, and he was still mad that Victor chose her friendship, which must be why Ron didn't like Victor anymore.

"It's Hopeless," she said to herself. ' Ron could never like me. I am just one of his best friends, nothing more, just another little sister for him to protect. What do I do now?' She asked herself. 'I can't tell him how I fell, he will just laugh at me and not want to be my friend anymore either. What can I do?' she thought long and hard about this then it came to her. 'I'll just forget about it, yeah, that's it' she had an idea. 'I will just stop thinking about him that way, and start looking at other boys, try to find one I could convince myself to like instead, then Ron will be gone from my thought's, and I will be fine with the just friends arrangement.'

Little did Hermionie know, this would be easier said than done.

A/N: Do you like it or not? You can tell me, I promise not to cry! Just be nice. Do you think I should end it here or keep going? I have some ideas, but I will only keep going if you like it and want me to.