A/N: This is the fluffiest freaking chapter there ever was. I think it's a tad bit over fluffed and cheesy, but sweet in a weird way. Okay, I'll have you know that part of this chapter was word by word a true event. I didn't happen to me, but let's just say I was the Ginny character…I actually said the line "Do you want me to…" and in the same way too. The nonfiction ends as they dance. Just read the story and find out. Oh, but this is not the end, there will be a couple one-shots relating to the story. By the way, I know that in this story Ron is OOC, he acts a lot more mature then he really is, but let's overlook that fact for the good of the story.

Four Facts About This Story:

1. The last chapter was originally done to "Kiss Me Fool" by Fefe Dobson.

2. I wrote the original draft (it was horrible!) in a couple of days in February.

3. Some portions of this are like, word for word my diary about events and thoughts of me and other people.

4. I had an awesome time putting this up! I got reviews, I'm so glad I got at least one review. I'm one part of a fanfiction writing duo, and I'm glad I have this story to up my confidence because I was feeling bad after one flame that totally dispirited me. (Hey, I'm at a very impressionable age laughs) THANKS TO MY TWO REVIEWERS: Morning Rose and Magster, YOU ROCK!

Enjoy!

Chapter Four: I Just Want to Dance

The dance ended a while back. I've lost all sense of time. I really can't remember. I'll go back. After Ginny had cajoled Ron into going (without me however) we set off for the Great Hall. Once inside Ron bolted away from me and Ginny got whisked off to dance. Harry stayed with me (I tried to convince myself it wasn't out of pity) but later ran off. I was left alone to sulk on the side of the hall.

I sat down in one of the many chairs provided for the wallflowers. Among my company were Millicent Bulstrode and Eloise Midgen. Knowing that I was on the ranks of the famously shy and intimidating wasn't very comforting. My eyes crossed from my fellow sit-in-a-chair-and-never-get-asked-to-dance companions across the Great Hall and there was Ron, dancing with some younger Hufflepuff girl. I just sat slouched, arms crossed, hunched over, sending him an evil glare. It's not like he could see me and its not like he would do anything responsive.

Harry came over to ask how I was doing. I stared a death stare and said, "Existing". He knew me well enough to back off. After he ran away from me he conversed with Ginny. She giggled, nodded her head at me, and pointed to the dance floor. I'm not going to avoid it; I knew that they were talking about me. Harry was most likely asking what was wrong with me and why I was so snappish. Ginny was probably saying, in the tone of talking to a five year old, that I was mad and depressed that I wasn't with Ron. That wasn't too far from the truth, though, but she didn't know the whole story. Well, boys can be really clueless as Ron is so good at demonstrating.

My thoughts kept turning over in my head. I was mad. Ron kept avoiding me. When we talked the conversations were purely strained. "He did agree he did; why did he change his mind?" That's what I asked myself over and over again. At that moment I was cursing his Gryffindor pride. If only he knew how it had affected me. I couldn't change what Ron did. I just hoped I could. It killed me. Everything. It hurt me that Ron had changed his mind. It hurt that I didn't know why. And it ate me up inside out that I cared so much. But I was also scared that I would spend my life wondering what could have been.

I had already spent so much time awake at night observing the event over and over in my mind that there had to be some closure. After the song faded out another one took its place. You guessed it, a slow song. Slow songs drop my heart into the pit of my stomach. You wouldn't be able to see from my unchanging façade, though. The cheesy, sappy, lovely music filled the air. I watched all the happy people rocking back and forth. I wanted to dance, but with one lone person. My heart tugged. I was in deep yearning.

Ginny must have noticed my deep expression and walked over to me in what I believe was an attempt to cheer me up and said, "Hey Hermione, what's wrong?"

"I want to dance." I replied in a somewhat dull voice compared to her peppy demeanor. She just came bouncing up to me with total happiness and hyper-ness.

"Do you want me to force some guy to dance with you?"

"Oh, no, no, no." Then in absolutely perfect timing Ron showed up, pulled me up by my wrist and said, "Hermione." In a soft voice I could surprisingly hear through the music. In the background I noticed Ginny sighing "Awwww….that is so sweet. I'm going to cry." I went up with him and two yards later I was dancing. My arms slowly snaked over his neck and my body rested on his thick robes. It was like one long heavenly hug. I just concentrated on my own breathing, getting distracted by his.

Later, when the music stopped I became startled, stiffened up, and ran. I ran to the closest girl's bathroom and rushed into one of the stalls, slamming the stone door behind me. I guess that I finally realized the position I was in and I didn't want to show him that I still cared immensely. I had no time to analyze the situation because I was followed moments later by a lanky, freckled, red-haired Gryffindor boy who happened to be one of my best friends.

"Hermione, I think this is the place where lots of monumental things happen. Bathrooms should be remembered as very special places. We brewed the Polyjuice potion in one; this is the place where we actually became friends, and the place that you are somehow attracted to whenever you're upset. I haven't been here in a while. That might have something to do with me being a boy, but anyways we've changed since that time we faced the mountain troll. We went from hate to like to love." He walked slowly up and down past the stalls.

"Love? You love me like a sister, right?" I yelled through the stone.

"I love you as immensely as Ginny, but not in the same way."

"Then as a friend I bet." I said in a slightly quieter voice that still created echoes.

"I love you as a friend Hermione, but also greater."

"Then why did you turn me down? I only said something because I thought you would agree! In fact, it was pretty much guaranteed. You admitted it! I don't take risks, and this is why; even the most fool-proof things fall apart." I burst out of the stall only to meet him face to face.

"I was scared, alright. As cheesy as it is, it's true. I didn't feel ready to give into true love!" He turned away and started pacing once more.

"There is love between us?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Believe me, I know." He met my eyes again.

"So you feel ready now?" I said in disbelief as I leaned against the stone.

"I always felt ready. You are always ready. I just needed my head to accept that. Blame my mistake on my head, not my heart. No matter how you try, you can't ignore what's staring you straight in the face." A smile crept onto my face.

"Well now," I said, "I'm ready to accept love." I grabbed his hand, "Are you?"

"I think so." Ron whispered with a smirk.

"I'm glad. Now just shut up and kiss me." And guess what, for the first time in his life he actually listened to me.