AUTHOR'S NOTE: After some consideration, I decided to make a chapter 2 to this story, so here it is. There's a slight change in POV so I hope no one gets too confused by it. And it does not take regards to the Order of the Phoenix, just incase anyone brings it up that they did in fact see each other over the summer.

Disclaimer: I don't own these people. J. K. Rowling does.

In beginning of 5th year, on the Hogwarts Express.

I've been waiting for this since you've said goodbye. I board the train, excited to see you, to be with you again. I look through all the compartments hurriedly. I could pick you out of any crowd. And I'd always choose you, each and every time.

But you're not there, so I take my seat, alone, waiting. I'm nervous, and it's you who is the cause. You're the biggest problem in my life; but I know, with three little words, you can be my solution. I know deep inside you are the answer. But it's your decision, and right now through your choice- I'm suffering.

I try to reason things out. I know it's not healthy, not logical to let someone, you, effect my life like this. Yet, I don't even care. I don't even attempt to change; because I love this unreasonable feeling you give me. I've trusted knowledge and logic and have based my life around them.

I didn't calculate you into the equation. When you so proudly stepped in, existence didn't exist if it meant breathing while you're not around.

Logic to me, now, is running atop the highest building, getting onto the roof and shouting "I LOVE YOU!" and jumping off. But only for you to catch me as I fall in love with you all over again.

My mind is lost in these thoughts of you and me, growing up together, as I see you coming down the hall. I can't even think straight as you spot me, a grin spreading over your face. I cannot help but smile.

"Hey, Hermione" you say. I just love the way you say my name, I can't explain why. Nothing makes sense anymore. Ron Weasley, you are possibly the most illogical being on this earth. And I'm head over heals in love with you.

"Hey," I happily reply, "Have a good summer?"

"Yeah..." you answer, but you're preoccupied with something else.

I nervously straighten out my skirt; the silence is torture.

After a too-long-for-comfort pause, you say, "Did you do something different with your hair?" Your face turns slightly red.

I blush as well. I begin to say, "No, it's still the same boring style as al-"

"You look gorgeous." You say to me...as calm and as collected and ever.

My heart skips a beat, my eyes immediately find yours, as if asking, 'Are you serious? You can't be.'

"Wh-what?" I nervously ask. Maybe it's selective hearing. You couldn't have actually told me...I'm getting my hopes up, that's all.

"I said, you look absolutely beautiful," you smile, confidently.

I can feel my face turning bright red. I don't know what to say. I've never been told that...this isn't logical.

"Thank you," I whisper, because I'm shocked.

You take in a breath of...relief? I'm afraid I've always read you wrong. But you've got more to say, and you have my full attention. I'm hanging on your every word.

"I was thinking, that maybe, this year, we could do things differently," you coolly say.

You place your hand on mine, a wider smile on your face. Your eyes are so comforting, begging for me to trust you on this.

"Like what?" I try to calmly squeak out, but with my heart beating this fast, I'm lucky that I can say anything at all.

"That we could do things, together." You await my reaction.

But how am I supposed to react to this? The only way I know how, the way my heart is screaming at me to do. You've interlocked your hand in mine, and I can't breathe anymore. For once in my life, I'm speechless.

"I'd...love to," I find myself saying.

I close my eyes, trying to comprehend this situation. But I don't need to anymore. I've got you.

And then, I feel your lips brush up against mine. I look up at you, blinking a few times, is this real?

You look embarrassed, your face shining crimson. I don't know what comes over me, and I fervently return the favor.

You put your arm around me, my head resting on your shoulder. You gently kiss the top of my head, playing with my hair.

And, for once, it feels, like everything is okay.

In your arms, life seems...complete.

A/N: Thanks again for reading, again please R&R!