I don't own them; J.K. Rowling does. I just place them into this story for creativity's sake. Enjoy.
"I want to talk to you. I want to be in your arms, and tell you everything is all right, and I want to kiss you like we did that day, in the astronomy tower, when I literally clung to you like you were all I'd ever had or could ever want. I wrapped my arms around your neck, and I pressed myself to you like nothing else, and I wanted you to be there. I wanted to say I loved you, and I never wanted that kiss to stop because I do love you. I want to be with you. I never stopped loving you, and I want you to know with every part of me. And it kills me that you're over it because I'm not. I don't know if I will be. You were my first love, but it's not fair to you to just tell you I love you any time I take a notion to do so obviously again. But Honey, these are the first true emotions I've felt about guys in a long time, and that kiss with you is the most real I've felt since, well, the last kiss with you.
I'm still so in love with you, and that's why it's so hard to talk to you. It's so hard not to be able to switch it back to friendly love because that's what I need. But I really need you. I miss those days when you were there, with your arms around me and giving me that look like I was all you'd ever wanted. And I gave you the same. I see you in class, and I want nothing more than to just take you by the hand and stay there forever. I want to come to you and caress your face and arms and just have you look at me and be able to see how much I care for you. And in some ways I swear I'm addicted to the drama because there's no way I couldn't have just known this before. It's just... you. You're like a drug, a really good drug I want to keep in my system until the day I die.
The emotions never stopped just because our relationship did, and you know that just as well as I do. I hurt you, and then you hurt me, and there's pain and angst and all those other terrible things associated with us now. And that scares me, but you're the only one I'd give the title of "boyfriend" to now. It somehow doesn't belong to the rest of them. But I need time, and I need space, and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I just love you. And I don't want to close this off forever. Somehow I still believe we're meant to be together.
And I want more than anything to just go up to you and hold you and tell you all of this with all my heart and have you know everything will be okay. But they don't understand and I don't want to hurt you again and I just... I think I really messed up this one. I just want us to be okay again. That's what I want, right now. But then again, I guess it's as you said: Sometimes in life, you don't always get what you want.
Goodbye, Ron."
As she wrote the last few words, Hermione summoned enough courage to slip the letter in the envelope. Then, all second thoughts aside, she sealed it and placed it inside the cover of his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. She wasn't sure if or when he'd find it, but she knew she needed him to know all that was inside. Even if she couldn't find the words out loud, she wanted him to see how she truly felt. And if that led to something more between them, then it led to more. If not, then, well, it really was goodbye.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be nice! I won't know if you like it or don't unless you review, though, so please do. Thanks!
