Someday You'll Love Me

A/N--Important: This chapter is in Ron's point-of-view. That's all, lol.

Chapter Two

Okay, so I have a theory, you get some sort of sick and twisted pleasure out of torturing me. That must be it, for there is no other explanation for you.

Do you have any clue as to how long I've loved you? Of course not. That would require you to notice me. I mean, I know that you know that I'm there, and know who I am…but you've never truly noticed me. Not the me that loves you anyway. When I say love I mean the "in love" kind too. The kind that causes my entire brain to be consumed by absolutely nothing but thoughts of you.

And why? Seriously, why should I be so in love with you? Lord knows that you nitpick…not to mention your ability to nag could surpass even that of my mother's. Quite a feat let me tell you. In school, you were constantly on me to do my homework. Funnily enough, I used to think that was a sign that you cared for me; truly cared, as I care for you. Boy, how wrong I was…

Really though, there is no good reason for me to be in love with you. And since there is not a good reason…well, maybe I'll just stop loving you then. Starting now. I am serious, after this moment I will not love you anymore. All right, so maybe not that moment, but some moment. All right, not any moment at all, you know why? Because it won't go away. This is all your fault, just so you know, all this insanity going on right now, well, you can just lay the blame right down there at your feet. Right along with spew. If it weren't for the way that you look when you sigh in impatience…if it weren't for the way that sometimes you will forget to reprimand me for making insensitive jokes and catch yourself laughing…if it weren't for the way you have always looked out for me…if it weren't for you being you, well, I wouldn't love you so much. Therefore, this is all your fault. Good going, Hermione.

I swear that I've been like borderline obsessed with you for years now. Pathetic, I realize. Not to mention weird. If you knew just how bad I was, you would probably get some sort of restraining order. Do you know that one time a piece of your hair fell into one of my books and I kept it there? I even preserved it. Did you know that? No. Of course not, because if you did you would surely have run far, far away a long time ago. I mean, not as if I kept it forever, or stared at it for hours…but I just couldn't bare to toss it carelessly down on the floor. Not when I've always loved your hair so much.

I know that you hate your hair. I know that many people see your hair and actually flinch at the idea of so many tangles and large amounts of frizz. However, there is something about your hair that is just so…you. It's a complicated mass that I love. See? See the similarities? If I ran my hand through your hair, I would be caught up in it, the same way that I've always been stuck on you. Not at all like Gabrielle's hair. Gabrielle…

She was certainly unexpected, wasn't she? You know, I'd really love to say that she is nothing more than a tool to make you jealous. That if you'd just say something I'd cast her aside without a second thought. But that really isn't the case. I mean, I love you, of course I do. But that doesn't mean that I can't feel anything for anyone else…I am only human you know. Or, at least, so I tell myself when I attempt to justify her. I didn't mean for this whole thing to happen…really, I didn't. I was perfectly fine with drifting along, pining after you…but it did happen. I'm sorry.

I would be a better unrequited love nominee if I were using her to gain your attention. While I don't love her as I love you, I do love her. But I don't think I'm in love with her. Who knows? Maybe in time I will be. I've always felt like I should explain her to you…but why should I? It's not like it makes a difference.

I went out with her as a favor to Fleur, who, as we both know, has a bit of an influence with me. She was beautiful, just as expected, but you know what really got me? She was nice. Just plain old simple nice. She's the type of person that would help an elderly person across the street without giving it a second thought. She puts others above herself, she isn't vain in the least…she's more than fine with getting married at the Burrow. In fact, it was her idea. How many girls do you know willing to have our house be the backdrop of their wedding? She loves red hair, she wants kids more than anything, and she is in love with me.

She doesn't object to my friendship with you, she isn't at all jealous of the fact that I am so close to another woman. She encourages it even. Do you know how rare she is? How lucky I am to have her? I know it. So why is it that I still long so desperately for you? Don't get me wrong, I do love her, and still hopelessly in love with you, but I am marrying her. I want to have a marriage, Hermione. I want to have kids. I want a life. I said I was more than happy to spend my days pining for you, and I meant that. But just because I am happy to do it, doesn't mean that I particularly want to. That's a pretty lonely existence. I can be realistic; I know that you and I are not going to happen. Therefore, if I can't have you, well then I'll take the next best thing. And Gabby, well, she is the next best thing. My only hope is that she'll become the best thing. I don't want to be a husband that places his wife second.

So that's it, Hermione. Once I'm married, I am married completely. I am going to try my hardest to put her first in everything, even above you. She deserves far more than to be my settlement, and I'm going to see that she gets it. When we're married that is. For now though, for the next day, I'm going to wallow in my love for you. One final day before I put us to rest. Even though, sadly, there never really was an "us".

It's my rehearsal and I can't keep these thoughts out of my mind. Like always, I can't keep you away. Enjoy it now…it won't last much longer. I'll make it go away. You just keep standing there, looking as though this whole thing is killing you. Is it that boring, Hermione? Do you really want so desperately to leave? See what I mean…I'm miserable in my unrequited love for you and you cannot even stand through my rehearsal with a smile.

I go through the motions of the mock wedding lifelessly, trying to keep you out of the corner of my eye. Gabrielle, look at Gabby. Almost over, just a few more lines…

"I object."

What? I look around at everyone before realizing that it was you who objected. You…objected…to my wedding. I unconsciously closed my eyes in relief.

A/N- wow. I wrote that in record time, lol. Okay, so it isn't very long, but I wrote it, really, really quick, so just let me bask in that fact, lol. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, you all are awesome! And shout-out to Mary-d who feels my pain on the seat-belt law. Did I mention that it's called Click It Or Ticket? That is the name of the law…come on, the law shouldn't rhyme. What next, a nursery song of the Bill of Rights?