(A/N: So, here's the second chapter. Enjoy your read! Please, R&R! I'd like to know what I'm doing right/wrong.

Disclaimer: I still don't own these characters. Surprise, surprise.

Chapter 2 Ron's Obsession

Ron had been pining over Hermione for ages, giving her hints and writing her notes that never seemed to turn out right, yet she had not returned his feelings. He couldn't understand—he had a cute, boyish face adorned with freckles, and deep brown eyes. He was tall and slightly muscular, with a well-toned body. He had wits about him, and he kept his nose clean for the most part. Why doesn't she love me back? What's wrong with me…? Am I not popular enough for her? Do I need to stab myself in the forehead, just to get a little attention?

He wanted her. He really did. He had watched her like a hawk admiring its prey, ever since their 3rd year. She was gorgeous. She was intelligent. She was perfect in every way. He just had to have her. He crept into the Head's room. Hermione had given both Harry and Ron the passwords, just in case of emergency. He took his time and looked around, and spotted the two rooms adjacent to eachother at the top of a winding staircase. He saw the door adorned with pink and gold ribbons, and a poster of Merlin and smiled. Turning around, he spotted a plain green, silver, and black door standing slightly ajar. Malfoy…

He grinned and walked into Malfoy's room, and messed it up a bit. He threw his clothes around and hid some of them underneath the bed. He took items off shelves and threw them around and messed up the bed sheets, then stood back and admired his work. You've done well, old sport. You've done well.

He walked into Hermione's room with a bright smile. So this is the throne upon which my queen sits… He lounged on her bed and looked up at the canopy of red and gold. There was a letter from Viktor on her dresser. He quickly grabbed it and tore it up, then burned it into oblivion. His mood brightened, however, when he saw a present he had give her sitting in the middle of her dresser. It was a silver necklace with fake rubies set in it. I saved up all my money for three years to get hatt. She was ecstatic when I gave it to her. I got a kiss from her that day…. Ron smiled at the memory.

He heard a voice outside and growled. Malfoy… He then heard a yell and was instantly satisfied.

"What the HELL happened to my room! Augh… someone must have gotten in. That means… Granger's stuff may be missing too…"

The doorknob twisted and Ron held his breath, too scared to move.

"Nah… I'll just go grab her. She can search her own damned room."

Ron breathed out a sigh of relief and listened for the portrait. Once he heard it snap shut, he walked around the room and came across a photo of himself and his beloved. He smiled and stroked the image of her beautiful face.

Moments later, he heard voices again, right outside the door. Hermione and Malfoy were talking. Hermione sounded annoyed. He frowned at this, hearing footsteps walking away. Damnit… His heart was uplifted, though, when the doorknob turned and Hermione was standing before him.

"Ron? Wh-what are you doing here? Was it you that took Malfoy's stuff?" Ugh. Why is she going on about that? She should be excited to see me, her best friend, sitting on her bed.

"No… that stupid git probably just lost it in that bottomless pit he calls a room. On the other hand, I think you've stolen something of mine." She should pick up this hint… it's so obvious… finally, I'll know that she loves me.

She laughed and replied, "Ok, Ron… what is it that you think I stole?" Augh… for a smart girl, she's not quick to catch on.

"My heart," he responded, getting up off the bed and taking strides towards her.

She laughed at me. "Your what? Ok, ok… and where do you think I hid it?" she asked him.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," he said, throwing himself at her, pulling her close to him and kissing her neck passionately. "I've wanted you for a long time, Hermione. A very, very long time… You pretend like you don't notice. But, oh, I do… as you stare off into the distance, then meet my gaze, and you turn your head quickly so I won't notice. Oh, I've seen the looks you give me. I know you want me too," he confessed.

"Ron! What? Get off! You're one of my best friends! I don't think of you that way... You're like my brother!" Oh, that BITCH. Calling me her 'brother'. I deserve MORE than that stupid title. I deserve so much more…

"RON! GET. O—" He silenced her, then kissed her passionately. I deserve you, Hermione. After all this time of serving you as a shoulder to lean on, a friend to confide in… I want compensation.

He kissed her and undressed her, fondling her and giving her what she had always secretly craved. He prepared to enter her, to make love to her and make her his forever.

"I know you want me, Hermione, and you're going to get what you want."

"No," she whimpered. "No… I don't want this, Ron. I don't want you." Why do you torture me like this? I know you do… I know you love me. I know you want this…

He was surprised. Hermione… you're making a mistake… just admit it. You love me. I know you do. He leaned forward, his breath on her ear. "I will make you see it. You will love me. You'll want me. Soon, you'll grow to need me," he whispered in a warning, but loving tone, then drew back and taught her her lesson with a slap on the face.

He thrust into her passionately and fiercly. With each thrust he cried out.

"I… will… make… you… love…me…"

She cried out in pleasure and whimpered. I knew it… she loves me… he wants me just as much as I want her…

(A/N: Ah, yes, it makes sense… kinda. Ron is a tad off his rocker. I know, I know. This story is so over done. Just… bear with me. So… I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well, and I hope I haven't lost any readers through this. . ;; Stay tuned!

See you next chapter!

--Cho-cho)