Hey Everyone! I hope this story is great....its based on an actual events but now I'm making it into a HP fanfic hooray!!!! Umm.... ok, don't get mad at Ron for being stupid though, ok?
And......I don't own a thing but the storyline this is based on. This happened to me! But the characters aren't mine... am I just writing in circles? I think I am so lets get to the story!
*Chapter One- More Than A Friendship Sense*
Sixth-year prefect Hermione Granger sat at a table in the common room and stared at her book. To the other Gryffindors it would seem as though she was deep in thought about the book material and totally submersed in her homework. Nothing could be further from the truth.
She was deep in thought, but what she was thinking about wasn't even close to Transfiguration or any Goblin Rebellion. A well known red-head was now invading her thoughts against her will. She was so annoyed with herself. Why can't I stop thinking about stupid Ron? I'm never going to finish my Potions essay if I can't get my thoughts away from that git. At that moment 'that git' himself came over to her and collapsed in the chair opposite of hers. She felt herself blush a twinge.
"Hey Hermione, whatcha doin'?" She glanced up and saw that he too, had a blush on his face.
"I was just finishing up my Potions essay. I've only got six more inches." Ron looked at the parchment and his eyes almost came out of his sockets.
"How long is that thing?!"
"Oh, its almost four feet. Just six more inches, you know." Ron saw this as a perfect opportunity to make fun of her.
"Four feet? What an over achiever! Snape said two and a half feet. This was supposed to be a short essay!" Hermione felt her stomach turn into a familiar knot as she became increasingly angry.
"Nice to see you were paying attention for once, Ron. And for once you weren't babbling to Lavender." Ron's face went pinker and he retorted back,
"I don't babble to Lavender. If she talks to me its not my fault. I was just being friendly, not that you would know anything about that." Oops, I really screwed up... Ron thought instantly. The next second Hermione was slamming her many library books closed and parchment was flying everywhere in her fit of rage. Ron began to help her pick some of it up and handed it to her.
"Ron, you are such an annoying git sometimes! I can't believe you said that to me! You never think before you speak, Ron!"
"What about you saying I was 'babbling to Lavender'? I can't talk to anyone else but you or Harry?!" Hermione looked confused but then said back,
"What about you in fourth year? I couldn't talk to Viktor." Ron looked furious at the mention of the name.
"Vicky has nothing to do with this! And either does Lavender!"
"Ron, you're never going to get the point are you?" Hermione screamed as the rest of the Gryffindors became spectators to the daily sport of Ron and Hermione bickering. Harry just sat on the couch watching and wondering if the either of them would ever get the point so everyone else could live in peace. He couldn't imagine any other Hogwarts Prefects screaming at each other like six year olds.
"And what point is that Hermione?" Hermione did something that she had never done before. She lowered her voice and said,
"Look Ron, I don't want to fight with you. Lets just forget about this, ok?" Ron looked at the rug pattern on the floor, grew pinker in the face and said,
"Fine. Can I look at your essay now?" He smiled what he considered to be a winning smile. Hermione flung her arms up in exasperation, let out a deep sigh as she gathered her homework and went into the girls dormitory. She threw her stuff on her bed and went to the window and gazed out at the dark grounds. She had to do something, she couldn't let things go on like this. Suddenly the door opened and she turned around surprised to see Ginny coming closer.
"Hey Hermione." Hermione repeated the greeting and said to Ginny,
"I've got to do something." Ginny made an expression of confusion mixed with sympathy.
"About what, Hermione?" Hermione fell down heavily on her bed, surrounded by her books.
"Your brother." She said simply. Ginny nodded,
"Things between you two certainly get tense. Actually the tension grows everyday. Why don't you just tell him you like him? He feels the same, its totally obvious of course, " Hermione looked shocked and she felt her face growing red.
"Ginny! I do not like him!" Ginny dramatically rolled her eyes and said,
"Uh huh, sure." Hermione looked down and traced the pattern of her bedspread and said without looking up,
"Don't tell anyone, ok?" she said this with a very pronounced deep blush. Ginny giggled slightly and said,
"I don't have to tell anyone, they already know."
"What?!" Hermione exclaimed utterly embarrassed. Ginny nodded and added as she was headed out the door,
"You're right, Hermione. You do need to do something. Tell him how you feel." With that Ginny snapped the door shut quietly leaving Hermione to her thoughts. Tell Ron? How am I going to do that? Just then she got an idea. A letter. A letter explaining how she felt and asking him if he feels the same. Its the only way, she couldn't do it in person. She set aside her books on her bed and closed her curtains surrounding her bed and laid down on her stomach. Gathering some blank parchment she stared at it. What could she say? Suddenly this feeling came over and she just let the words flow onto the paper.
Dear Ron,
I'm not even sure why I'm writing this myself but I just have to get it out in the open. Ok, let me just say that I know we've had lots of fights but, I've never meant anything I've ever said to you. They were just said in fits of anger. Secondly, I wanted to tell you how much I care about you, Ron. You are one of my best friends and have stuck with me for the better part of six years and I'm thankful for that. And that I really like you, in more than a friendship sense. Now I have to ask you something. Just answer honestly, don't worry about being shy or embarrassed or anything. You just need to be completely and totally honest here because its important. Do you care about me at all the same way? I have to know because this has been plaguing me a long time and I need to know. I need to know the total truth. Please write back to me soon.
Hermione
Hermione looked at the paper. She reread it once and told herself not to read it again because she'd be tempted not to give it to him. Just then she heard someone come in and she opened her curtains after sealing the letter. It was Ginny.
"I've just come to check on you, Hermoine. You've been up here a while now."
"Really? It hasn't seemed that long. Ginny, I've done it."
"Done what?" Ginny asked puzzled.
"I've found out a way to tell your brother."
"How?" asked Ginny a little surprised.
"Well, I've written him a letter that he has to respond to."
"When are you going to give it to him?" Ginny said as she gave a weak smile. Hermione thought for a moment and said,
"Tomorrow, I think. I just hope I don't chicken out." As Ginny was leaving for the night she gave Hermione some quick words of encouragement as the other girls came into the dormitory for the night.
That night Hermione tried to block out the next day's awful task and drifted off to an restless, dreamless sleep.
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