Ok, well I'm going to try very, Very, very hard to keep my chapters long, but seeing as doesn't allow more then 2 spaces between paragraphs it's a bit hard, and since the last chapter was very, very, very SHORT, I'll make up for it in this one, I'm going to try very hard to push the 2,000 word mark in my chapters, but I find it very hard, and thank you everyone who reviewed my last chapters, you all make my day :) This is my first Fic and I hope you all understand, and the reviews really help me to become a better writer.

He had slumped depressingly back to the common room. 'Tomorrow, tomorrow,

tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow . . .' Ron thought

trying to etch it into his mind. He had brushed up against almost everyone who fell

into his path, "hey Ron there's a party in the . . ." Seamus tried to say, but wasn't able

too finish as Ron moodily stormed off, not wanting to hear the end of the sentence,

whether there was a party on Venus or in the Astronomy Tower or not, he would not

be there, for he had no intention of doing anything tonight except for sleeping and

thinking over what he would say to Hermione the next day . . . .

"Hey Hermione, want to grab a Butter Beer at the Three Broom Sticks next

weekend?" Ron practiced saying how he would ask her out "no, no, no" he muttered

and plopped back down onto his bed and folded his arms so that they rested behind

his head. He stared at the ceiling, shut his eyes, and before he knew it had fallen

asleep, a sleep filled with dreams of whom else but . . . Hermione, but found that he

could not sleep for more then minutes at a time, it was nearly two in the morning,

but one bed remained empty. . . Harry's. Ron got up and decided to catch up on some

homework. He opened the door leading to the Common Room, clutching parchment,

quill, and Potion book in hand. He stopped right before reaching his favorite chair,

there on the Maple desk was a pile of books, crumpled up parchment, and a sleeping

Hermione.

Ron tip toed to where Hermione slept and lifted her from the seat slowly, as to not

wake her up, she tossed lightly in his arms, he crept to the couch, where he placed

her so that she could sleep properly, she was, at least in some sort of pajama, baggy

track pants and a purple camisole, he suppressed a laugh as he noticed her toe nails

were painted black, he went to the lounge chair a couple feet away from where

Hermione rested and removed a red and gold knitted blanket with the Gryffindor

Crest on, he gently tossed it over her, and went to take a look at what she had been

working on, although a small voice in his head told him not to as it may have been

something private he advanced to a oddly large piece of parchment furthest away

from the desk, and began to read . . .

'My Dearest Ronald,' he paused knowing by Ronald she could not have possible

meant him, and continued 'I love you' the parchment fell to the floor as his whole

body went numb, and he couldn't grasp the paper anymore, he couldn't hold on to a

single word that he wanted to say to her, not tomorrow, not yesterday, but now, now

was a different story, he knew he had to do this, he knew it when she first said 'hello'

to him, he picked up another piece of parchment, not crumpled, instead folded neatly

and placed upon a book, this time, not addressed to him, no this time it was to Krum,

Viktor Krum. He read on 'Dear Viktor, thank you for understanding why we could

never be together, and for those words of persuasion, and of course, I would love it

if we could still be friends, many thanks-Hermione'

He moved in closer to the table now, wanting to see what the letter she was writing

said, he stopped, knowing that he should not be doing this, and went back to writing

his potions essay 'The Properties of Woad, and its uses in potion making-' Ron's

thoughts interrupted 'she loves me, she really does . . . but she doesn't exactly have a

good way of showing it-' 'agh back to potions . . . Woad (Isatis tinctoria) is a hardy

biennial plant native to northern Europe and the British Isles that is a source of the

blue dye chemical, indigotin, that is also produced by the much stronger and more

famous sub-tropical indigo plant. Indigo is difficult to grow in most northern

climates, but as shipping increased, woad soon fell by the wayside as indigo took

over the market-' his eye lids began to sag, and thoughts became more blurrier, he

found it even hard to focus on and already dull subject. His eyes began to dart around

the room, looking for something to do, a book shelf, glass window, fire place,

Hermione's books- 'wait a sec what's this-' Ron had spotted an unsealed yellow

envelope sticking out of one of the books, once again he forced him self not to go

over and open it, but curiosity got the better of him, and what if this letter was not to

him, it could have been to some other secret lover, but he picked up the envelope

and it was addressed to him.

'Ron, I, I don't really know how to say this, at least not in person but I thought a

letter could, I find it easier to express myself through writing so, well, here is my

confession,

You were always there when I needed you, never left my side, except for when we

fought, for which I am disgraced, we shouldn't have wasted all those years bickering

and shouting, you were always there to lean on and dry the tears I cried. I could

always talk to you, you never seemed to mind. Your voice so soft and gentle, your

eyes so honest and kind, I thought I'd never find someone as special as you are.

You're my best friend in the whole wide world. You are my shooting star, I love you,

and don't know why I must pretend and fight these feelings of mine. Why must we

live our lives denying these thoughts, emotions, dreams, and words, do you love me

as I love you?

-Hermione'

He dropped the paper.

Slowly she began to open her eyes, as if on queue, she lay there gazing at him, and he

stood meeting her gaze. "h-how did I get here?" she asked slowly recovering from

her slumber. "I put you there" Ron replied. She realized something and retorted

"RONALD DID YOU TOUCH ANY OF MY PAPERS, B-" she began to shout and

was interrupted because Ron began to move closer to her.He now knew exactly what

he had to do, and he moved in closer to the couch where Hermione lay. Her eyes

looking angrily at him, hair sprawled everywhere, just the way he liked it, 'it's not

that hard Ron, just do it!' he yelled at himself as his thoughts overwhelmed him

'she's RIGHT there' he sat down next to where her hips would have been if not

covered by a blanket, he slowly lowered his head so that it was mere centimeters

from hers he could feel her warm breath against his face, and met her lips with his.

"Ro-wha-mmm-" she began to say, but felt an uncontrollable urge to sit there kissing

him, and stopped talking, for if she removed her lips from his, she would feel sad, as

if something she desperately needed was taken away, she wanted to stay there

forever, this kiss, this one single kiss, could put a stop to all of her troubles. She

moved her hands so that they cupped his face, and pulled him in tighter. "I love you"

he said, pulling away from the kiss.

Whoopee, well I just wanted to end this chapter here, because it felt right, it's not quite 2,000 words, but it's close, well I hoped you enjoyed it, and please Review, all of your comments help a lot, and to Tanya J, I had just read a fic about Lily and James, so they were kind of on my mind when I wrote that, but I fixed it all, if there are any other mistakes, please review and tell me what they are, please and thanks! :) btw if anyone cares to know this chapter was about...1,500 words...