This is my first Harry Potter story, and I don't know how long it'll be, but I want it to be good. If it gets to it, I will not update until I get some reviews, but otherwise, enjoy the first chapter.

Sinking Feeling

He stared at her from the back of the classroom. He slouched over, listening to Professor Snape ramble on about how to properly use a bezeor's head in a potion. Only one person listened attentively, that was Hermione.

He turned his thoughts to their first year; she had bravely taken the fault for the troll brought in by Professor Quirrell, as they had saved her with some basic spells. In their second year, she had been horribly petrified by the basilisk. Her once glossy eyes and bushy hair had been frozen, she looked dead, and he remembered the crying that had been done that year.

Then there was third year, while Harry and Hermione saved the day, he had been stuck in the hospital wing with injuries, and yet through thick and thin, they had made it through together. Fourth year was the hardest for him. Hermione had 'fraternized with the enemy' and Rita Skeeter was passing off rumors about how Harry and Hermione were dating. He was furious at Harry, although he didn't understand about the crush he had on Hermione.

The bell rang and everyone grabbed their books and ran, Ron hung back, waiting for Hermione to grab her books. The upcoming in-school dance was coming, and he had finally mustered up the courage to ask her. "Hermione? Will you go to the ball with me?" She understood, but didn't nod or smile. "Ron, I'm terribly sorry to tell you this, but I am going with someone else. Although I rather appreciate that you didn't use me as a last resort this time." She walked away, with her usual pile of books.

Ron sulked the rest of the day. When dinner came upon him, he and Harry sat together at the edge of the table. "What's wrong, mate? You haven't talked all day?" Harry seemed genuinely worried, but Ron managed to let out a groan of frustration. "I asked Hermione to the ball, and she told me she had found someone else!" Harry, by now, had understood that Ron had an enormous crush on Hermione since the second year.

"Sorry mate, I can't help you. Do you know who it is?" Harry was trying his best to be supportive, and Ron could see it, but it wasn't in his mood. "No, she walked away without further questioning." He shook his head, and groaned once more. "I should go ask." He walked to the other side of the table where Hermione was quietly reading while chewing on a bagel. "Hello, Hermione. I was wondering if I could ask you a question." Hermione nodded but didn't look up. "Who are you going with?" She placed a bookmark lightly in her textbook and stood up, grabbing her books. "Why do you care? He's been very nice to me lately and I accepted his request." Ron lowered his head as she walked away moodily.

"PLEASE, Hermione! Just tell me, who are you going to the ball with?" He was furious and detained from all of the classes and the suspense. He followed her into the hall and stopped. He wasn't going to get it out voluntarily. He was going to have to fight.

Ron and Harry rushed into the library after dinner to get their potions and transfiguration homework. Ron was quick to judge it. "How do you properly transfigure a teacup into a kitten? We learned this in 5th year, we are in our last year, and you'd think we'd stop reviewing!" He pulled out an 8" parchment and began to fill it into. It was pretty short with his abysmal handwriting, but he knew old McGonagall would give him a passing grade, he set it aside.

"What is Hermione's problem? She won't even tell me who it is. It's not like I am going to poison her date!" Ron exclaimed with extreme exaggeration. Harry looked unconvinced and went back to his Potions essay. "You know, Ron, you could give a glare to a bull and make it whimper. I wouldn't try Hermione's temper though, she's worse!"

Suddenly, they heard a gasp and a giggle coming from the bookcase on the side of them. "Who do you think it is?" Ron's ears had gone red with embarrassment and were giving off the impression of fire and smoke. His head was shifting periodically as they moved to the bookcase.

"Uhh, Seamus, right there, right there!" Ron and Harry looked at each other stifling a grin and walked further into the nook. Parvati and Seamus were kissing fiercely and passionately like there was no end. Ron coughed slightly, and they turned around. "Hehe, hey there guys, just helping Parvati with some Muggle Studies homework. "With what, how to impregnate a female?" Ron added with no remorse, he was thinking about him and Hermione having a go, and it wasn't a 'lovely' picture.

Ron and Harry packed up their things after finishing their homework and getting fed up with the constant giggles and groans. They decided to go to the Quidditch pitch. "Grab your broom, mate!" While Harry went to the broom closet to get his (which had been cleverly hidden for security matters) Ron trudged to the Gryffindor hall, and giving the password to the Fat Lady, entered immediately.

Ron stepped inside the warm and clean atmosphere of the Gryffindor common room. No one was around, so he lunged for his broom and jogged out as quickly as he could. He met Harry at the entrance of the pitch.

After playing a few rounds, and completely forgetting about Hermione, he, with Harry decided to call it a night and go to bed. When he reached his dormitory he found Hermione exiting hers. "Ron, I will never tell you. You're too insensitive." She walked down the hallway with her transfiguration textbook, leaving Ron to whimper. He went inside and grabbed his potions book.

"If I can't get the answers voluntarily it's time for some force to get the answers I need." He opened the book to the table of contents and finding the correct recipe clambered down to the common room to concoct it.

Did you like the story so far? I know it's pretty short, but I don't know what to add, so sorry. If you have any ideas do tell. I am running out! Thanks for reading, now press that purple button and review!