Chapter 3
Hermione
She had finally burst through the door of her small apartment; she slammed the door shut, panting heavily, she leaned against the front of the door she breathed in and out roughly.
"Ron…I love you, if only you loved me…" and the tears that had once erupted from her eyes again came, but the tears that came, they were not out of sadness, no reader they were not, they were out of love, and love my friend, was much more powerful then anything. Love was able to conquer anything, for reader; didn't Jesus save us with his love? If you do not believe this, I advise you deeply, to believe. Because dear reader, this love Hermione was feeling was deeper, stronger, more authoritative then any other feeling Hermione would ever feel again in her life. But this time in her life all she could feel was love and love dearest friend, was what helped her, for this love, could save her one day, not her body, no, but her soul and her heart. Because this heart was broken, but with this love. She was soon to find her heart being mended by love, and love young listener was coming, coming to find her, and love her with all of his heart.