Hermione sat down in her seat in Arithmancy. The bell had just rung. She was dazed. Ron. She was thinking about him again. Ron, with is red hair. Ron, with his cute little ears that burned red when he was embarassed. Ron, running all the way down to find her and give her back her stupid Arithmancy book. She wiped her head blank. She didn't have time for silly boys. Silly boys? Ron was not a silly boy. He was her best... friend. Best friend. She could not keep thinking about him that way. But somewhere deep down, she realized that it was the only way she ever thought about him. She was in love with him.
"Please turn to page 378 in your books.." said a voice from far away.
She shook her head to clear it yet again. She opened her book to the page she had marked before. "Get studying! You want to pass your N.E.W.T.'s don't you?" she told herself.
It was almost as if he had read her mind. Hermione stared down at the page she had opened to, and was looking not at her last week's Arithmancy homework, but at a note. A note from... No. It couldn't be. Was it really true? Was this why Ron had run to give her back her book? She slammed it shut.
"Professor," Hermione had stood up. "I'm not feeling all that well..."
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Hermione-
I have wanted to tell you this for seven years. But I couldn't. I was too afraid. I don't want to loose you as a friend. We have too much together. I care about you too much. I love you. I am in love with you. You are with me everyday, but I couldn't feel farther away from you. When I see your face and look into your eyes, everything is just.. right in the world... it's perfect. I couldn't live with myself we lose what we have. I just had to tell you... somehow..
-Ron
She ran through the halls, searching. She knew him. He wouldn't have gone back to class after.. well, after he'd done this. She had run down every corridor, every staircase. It was hopeless. She walked over to a window and looked out on the grounds. The snow was falling as hard as ever. She breathed, and watched it fog the window. And then... she saw him. He was sitting on a bench near the Quiddich Pitch. She dashed down the stairs, and out through the oak front doors on to the shimmering, snow covered grounds.
"Please turn to page 378 in your books.." said a voice from far away.
She shook her head to clear it yet again. She opened her book to the page she had marked before. "Get studying! You want to pass your N.E.W.T.'s don't you?" she told herself.
It was almost as if he had read her mind. Hermione stared down at the page she had opened to, and was looking not at her last week's Arithmancy homework, but at a note. A note from... No. It couldn't be. Was it really true? Was this why Ron had run to give her back her book? She slammed it shut.
"Professor," Hermione had stood up. "I'm not feeling all that well..."
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Hermione-
I have wanted to tell you this for seven years. But I couldn't. I was too afraid. I don't want to loose you as a friend. We have too much together. I care about you too much. I love you. I am in love with you. You are with me everyday, but I couldn't feel farther away from you. When I see your face and look into your eyes, everything is just.. right in the world... it's perfect. I couldn't live with myself we lose what we have. I just had to tell you... somehow..
-Ron
She ran through the halls, searching. She knew him. He wouldn't have gone back to class after.. well, after he'd done this. She had run down every corridor, every staircase. It was hopeless. She walked over to a window and looked out on the grounds. The snow was falling as hard as ever. She breathed, and watched it fog the window. And then... she saw him. He was sitting on a bench near the Quiddich Pitch. She dashed down the stairs, and out through the oak front doors on to the shimmering, snow covered grounds.