Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this world (only in my imagination). The song is I Miss You by Incubus and this is in Ron's point of view!
A/N: Millions of thank you butterflies to Pacific Rose for betaing this at the sleepover party and yah for Ron (Marco) Hermione (Paulo) Game!
To see you when I wake up is a gift, I didn't think could be real.
To know that you feel the same, as I do is a three-fold utopian dream.
You do something to me, that I can't explain.
So would I be out of line, if I said I miss you?
Ron woke up at the Burrow and rolled over. He imagined Hermione laying there on the pillow next to him. He reached over to stroke her cheek and jumped as his hand hit the pillow. Ron sighed and rolled out of bed, reaching for the clock. Nine in the morning. Harry was still asleep on the floor. It was Boxing Day (A/N: it's the day after Xmas) and Ron was surprised that he was still sleeping.
After double checking that Harry was truly asleep, he reached under his pillow and pulled out Hermione's card. It was a distant letter, and he hated himself for it. Why did he react that way when she told him that she was going to Bulgaria? It wasn't like she was provoking him. He smiled as he thought that his thirteen year old self would have definitely said she had provoked him.
What's going on, thought Ron. I find myself agreeing with her even when I don't really. But I do know what's going on though. I love her. More than a sister or friend. Not that that'll ever happen.
Ron sighed, put the letter back under his pillow and started going downstairs to get breakfast. The Burrow was oddly quiet, since its residents were sleeping in.
"God, I miss you Hermione," whispered Ron.
I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine.
You have only been gone ten days, but already I am wasting away.
I know I'll see you again, whether far or soon.
But I need you to know, that I care,
And I miss you.
Ron sat down with his toast in front of the fireplace and looked at the pictures on the mantel as he ate. There was the one in Egypt with all the family and the one when Ginny was just born. In the middle was one taken last summer of him and Harry and …Hermione.
She's so beautiful. Ron stood up, staring into the eyes of the girl of his dreams.
"It's only been ten days, Ron."
Ron jumped away from the mantel and turned to glare at Ginny. "Just six days left, lover boy," laughed Ginny, ducking the cushion Ron threw at her and helped herself to some toast.
"I know. I just miss her a lot," said Ron.
"Me too. But not in the same way," chuckled Ginny.
"Oh, shut it and go away Gin,"
"Okay." Ginny got up and left Ron to his thoughts. Maybe I should write to her. No, she might not read it. I'll tell her when we get back to Hogwarts that I care and missed her. Yes, when we get back.
A/N: There you have it! Thanks to my single reviewer, many cheers for warming my heart and making me want to give you this chapter as soon as possible.