Title: I Love You.
Author: Caleniawen
Rating: PG (I think. For now)
Disclaimer: Me no own. JK Rowling does. Just wanted to add, I don't enjoy being sued.
Summary: Set in their 6th year in Hogwarts. Ron loves Hermione. Hermione loves Ron. Simple, isn't it? Well, it could be!

Sorry for the short chapter, but I just can't write long ones! Also sorry for bad title!
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Chapter 1.
****** Ron's POV*******

I love you. Three simple words.

Hah. Yeah, right. Atleast they should be. But they're not. I just don't get why I can say them. To her.

Every time, I try, I just can't. 'I...' and she looks at me. Beautiful brown eyes. I could drown in them. Wait. I already have. Long time ago.

'Yes, Ron?' she asks, looking at me curious.

'I... I.... I don't have any parchment left. Can I borrow?'

Everytime.

How do they do it? Everybody else? Like Fred. Still hanging out with Angelina. I've seen them in the Burrow a few times. So simple. So in love.

Harry just broke up with Cho. And is still brooding all the time. Funn-ee. Really. He says he misses her. But still doesn't want to talk to her. Love. I couldn't talk to him about this anyway. Hah. 'Yo, Harry mate! Ya know I'm in love with.....'. I could never. Tell. Anyone of them.

"Ron, why do you have to be such a coward? I hate you for that! Hate you! Hate you! Hate you!"

I tell the reflection in the mirror everyday. And it just stares back. And smiles.
"I hate you too, Ron. Such a coward. Can't believe I have to be stuck with you."

Heck, even if I told her... she doesn't see me as a guy. But as a friend. Ron, you're such a good friend (well, that's better than when she calls me an idiot). You'd throw up for less.

Why can't I just say it? So simple. I love you, Hermione.

*********Hermione's P.O.V**********

"I don't have any partchment left. Can I borrow?"

"Sure."

And I give him a roll.

I just can't believe it. I, Hermione Granger, in love with one of my best friends. Way to go, Granger! Once, you were this perfect top grade student. Never broke any rules. An angel. Have I changed (hey... I'm still a top grade student)!
And even worse would be, that, I just can't tell him. It should be so simple. 'Ron, I love you.' But, then again,
what's simple? Simple, is something simple looking, still it can be perfect. Like a drawing, story, anything. But to get to that simple perfection, how much work isn't it? I'm not sure I even want to know.

I bet he doesn't love me. Probably doesn't even know I'm a girl. Brings back memories, doesn't it? Yule ball, 4th grade. 2 years ago.Victor Krum. He was a nice guy and all. Still exchanges letters. I still love him in some way. But he's not Ron. And Ron. He acted like a big brother. Overprotective. Annoying. I remember we fought all the time when I went out with Victor. But. I have to admit that it was kind of cute. How he made, or, tried in his own way not to let me get hurt.

Maybe I should just get over him? As the fact is, we'll never become a couple. First rule, in surviving your teen years, don't fall in love with your best friend. Second rule, in surviving your teen years, don't fall in love with any of your friends. Third rule. Don't fall in love with someone who doesn't love you. Fourth rule. Don't fall in love with someone who's gonna end up hurting you. Fifth. Don't fall in love at all.

"Herm!"

I look up. "Yeah?"

"Harry and I are going to bed now."

Both guys say good night, and walks up the stairs to their dorm. Looking around, I notice I'm the only one left in the Common room.
Looks at the watch. 11 PM. I better should go to bed too. So, I gather my things, and goes up for the stairs to my dorm. It's dark in the dorm, the others seem to be asleep. Silent I change to my pyamas, crawl under the sheets and close my eyes.
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Now, I'm really sorry if there's any typos (which I'm sure there are)