Hermione stirred in her sleep, and Ron froze. He wasn't supposed to be here—the Girl's Dormitory, for Merlin's sake!—but he had to. He had written Hermione a letter, had even had her help writing it, but the purpose was to tell her of his feelings. The moonlight trickled in, resting on her perfect face.
Merlin, how Ron wished he knew what her heart desired… Then he could give it to her. But as word had it around Hogwarts, Hermione was getting what she wanted from the Potions Master.
"Lucky bastard," said Ron, leaving the letter on Hermione's schoolbooks.
