A/N ok ok i know i havent posted in forever! ill have a new chapter for my story up by tomorrow! i pormise. well i hope u like this story. it isnt ht ebest but o well.

She ran into her room slamming the door behind her, tears flowing down her face. She loved him yes, but he hurt her again. Not physically; he would never do that, but mentally she was hurt. He didn't know of her love for him, no one did, till now. They were best friends, how was he supposed to know she liked him. As she jumped onto her bed she stuffed her face in the pillow. Her tears soaked into her pillow and leaving stains of the memory. She let her mind drift to the events that happened earlier that day as she slipped into a deep sleep from all her crying.

She pictured vividly in her mind her walking up to him and the nightmare went on from there.

"Hey Ron," she said to the red headed, green eyed boy. His robes swung freely around his body only showing parts of his red shirt and jeans.

"Hey 'Mione, what's up?"

Hermione's long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail to keep it out of her chocolate brown eyes. Her robes had been left up in her room so her Gryffindor crest shirt was visible. Her jeans fit nicely around her legs and covered the back of her shoes.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked after a few deep breaths.

"Sure Hermione, what is it?"

"Well…um," she muttered, shuffling her feet. "I like you." Hermione looked up to see his expression. He looked scared and shocked. She stood there feeling really stupid.

"Well I have to go Hermione. I'll talk to you later," he replied with a shaky voice.

"Okay," she whispered as tears filled in her eyes, daring to spill over.

Hermione was then waked up by a loud tapping noise on her window. It was Ron's bird with a note. She slowly dragged herself off her bed and let the owl in the window. She unfolded the letter and read:

Hermione,

I can we talk? Meet me at the lake in 10 minutes.

Ron

Folding the letter and slipping it in her pocket she made her way to the bathroom. She took a washcloth from the cupboard and ran it under cold water. She brought the washcloth to her face, sending a shiver down her spine as it touched her cheek.

After 2 minutes of scrubbing her face it was clean of mascara. She applied a thin coating of mascara to her lashes and a light touch of gloss to her lips.

She headed down the stairs of the girl's dormitories and through the common room. She walked through the halls and finally onto the grounds.Ron wasn't there yet so she went and sat by the lake. After 5 minutes hands covered her vision. She knew it was Ron's hands, so she shoved them off her face. She was to mad at him to play around.

"So what did you want to talk about?" she questioned sassily.

"What happened today," he sheepishly answered.

"Oh, so that's all you wanted. Just to embarrass me once more," Hermione said throwing her arms in the air.

"No, Hermione it's not like that," he said running over to her, his eyes pleading her to stay and not run away.

"Then what is it Ron?" she asked raising her voice a little bit.

"I just wanted to say I liked you too."

"You do?" gasped Hermione.

"Yes, I was just about to tell you this afternoon, but after you told me I had to go to my room and recollect my thoughts because I was so surprised." Hermione just looked into his eyes. "I guess I'm asking you to be my girlfriend."

Hermione didn't verbally answer; she just reached around his neck and dove in for a long passionate kiss.