Author's notes: Words in italics are thoughts. This one may not be as well written as the prologue but I hope you'll enjoy it still! Please review!

Raining again... Hermione sighed as she looked out of the window from her room. It had been raining almost every other night but it still did not dampen the spirits of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. They were out practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match against the Slytherins, which explains their burning desire to win and hence their tough training sessions. Taking out a small piece of parchment, she lay it on the table, her quill in her hand. She paused for a moment, her hand gripping the quill tightly. I... I should write this... but... what if? Closing her eyes, she debated with her heart and mind. I should, if not I'll never get another chance after our seventh year. Determined, she scribbled on the parchment, stopping occasionally to think about past memories...

Dear Ron,

There is something I really want to tell you which has been eating my mind. I have been thinking about it since our third year at Hogwarts and finally came to a decision during our fourth. See how long it has been on my mind? Funny how fast time flies while we're having fun, we're both in our seventh year now. What I want to say is that, I love you, Ron. You might not believe me or might even just laugh this off when you read this, but I say this with all my heart. I really treasure those moments when we were together. Your family always made me feel welcome, like part of them. All the times I spent my holidays at the Burrow were really one of the best times I ever had. Being treated like one of the Weasleys always made me smile with joy. Though you always tease me about being a know-it-all along with many other names, I was always angry but I was glad at the same time. Glad that you actually paid attention to me and my behaviourial quirks. I know this sounds weird, but at least I know that you care or notice me even though you spend more time on Quidditch and your chocolate frog cards.

Frankly speaking, I'd never thought it would come down to this. When we stand together, I do think we make an odd pair. You, with your gangly build and flaming red hair, and I, all bushy dark hair and bookish ways. I suppose this does not hold any significance but, to me, it does. Just like what most people see us as, friends, not a lovers. I swear, if I carry this with me another day, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. You have no idea how hard it is to stop myself from being jealous when I see you looking at other girls, or how hard I have to try to not reveal how I feel when I am around you.

There's also something else I want to tell you. Please do not misunderstand my relationship with Viktor, for I have no special feelings for him except that he's a great friend. You would always pretend that you didn't care but I could always see your eyes linger on the letters he sent me. I wanted to make you jealous, pretending I was really excited whenever his letters came. Did it work? I bet not, you were just curious what your good friend, Hermione, was up to. Remember our first Yule Ball? I was so eagerly waiting for you to ask me to be your partner. Though you might have asked me on account of our friendship, it would no less make me happy. To my dismay, you had only asked me when you could find no one else to go with. Did that mean you had never noticed that I was a girl before then? Just one of your buddies to share secrets and have fun with? That really broke my heart and when I had returned to my room, I was crying throughout the whole night. Was I just some girl saved for rainy days? Only holding some importance when you could find no one else?

Truth is, I did not have a date when you had asked me to be your partner. I could only mention Viktor confidently because he had asked me to be his date earlier on. I was waiting, waiting for you to come up to me. Yet when I heard your reasons, I was so heart broken. I had no choice but to go with Viktor instead. Why? Because I still wanted to see how great you looked at the Yule Ball. I spent hours trying to make myself look amongst the most stunning ones just so that I could catch your attention.

Your teasing affections only make me fall harder for you, harder than I ever expected I would be in love. I remember all the times we stayed up at night in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Harry. He was such a muddle head, always making us worry for him by going out alone to face dangers. Our little talks only made us grow closer than ever. It surprised me really, your loyalty to your friends. I would always see you frowning and worrying about us whenever something happened. Though you might seem afraid at times or have arguments with us, it was because you cared. We always misunderstood you and never paid much attention to your feelings but you were always there to catch us whenever we fall. Still, I may seem like I never cared, but deep down inside, I do. I just, don't know how to show it. I would notice all your little expressions and quirks, little things that are so endearingly and uniquely you, wondering what you always thought about.

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Here, she paused for a moment, quill tip poised over parchment. It felt like a huge weight have been lifted from her shoulders, and she could breathe freely again. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so liberated. Smiling, she dipped her quill in her inkwell and began to write again.

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There, I have said it, or more accurately, written down my true feelings. I don't know how you are going to react to this, but I really wish that it will not harm our friendship in any way. If you do not feel as I do, I promise I will not pursue this issue further.

Love,

Hermione

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Heaving a huge sigh, she threw down her quill and sat back in her chair. Lavender's sleepy voice called from one of the beds in the dorm. "Hermione, will you keep it down? I'm trying to sleep here."

She called back an apology and stuck the letter into a drawer. She wouldn't show this to him. Not yet, not now. But some day, she will.

When the time is right...

Author's Notes Part 2: Well, this is it! Hermione's view! I had a friend (Junella! So please read and review her fanfics too!) to help me with the editing of this story (She helped to add in more paragraphs otherwise this story would be too short!). So Many thanks to her that I was able to finish and update this fast! I'm not sure if this will be as good as Ron's letter but nevertheless, hope you guys enjoyed it. My final decision is that I will continue this story but at a much much slower rate to update it for my final year exams are coming! Help! Hope you guys can wait (for those who are still interested in reading)! Ciao