Chapter 16
"I need help, Ginny. How do I get Ron to notice me while this secret admirer is going on," Hermione asked as she paced upon the floor in the girl's dormitory.
"Did you tell this secret admirer that you loved him?" Ginny asked as she flipped through a magazine that she had found on Lavendar's bed.
"Yes," Hermione said softly. Ginny's eyes snapped up at her.
"You did!"
"Yes."
"OH MY GOSH!" Ginny yelled, jumping from her place upon the bed and bouncing over to her.
"What!" Hermione exclaimed as she watched her friend become way to hyper.
"I know who it is."
"Who! Who is it? Tell me please, Ginny!" Hermione begged.
"Ron."
"But Ron said that writing in textbooks was disrespectful!"
"To throw you off from him."
"But why would he write such wonderful... He loves me!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly.
"He said that to you?"
"Yes. He told me his undying love. Oh Ginny... I don't know what to do!"
"Write to him."
"I did."
"Has he written back?"
"I don't know. I haven't checked."
"Then check!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly. Hermione rushed over to her bag and dumped the contents of it out. Each girl took a text book and poured through it frantically.
"HERE HERE!" Ginny screamed as she pushed the text book in front of her.
Dear Hermione,
How do you know that you love me when you don't know who I am? How do you know that you will not be angry with me? I'm still worried that you won't understand. That you'll be so angry with me.
I've decided that I'll just write to you about myself. Maybe then you'll fall truly in love with me.
I come from a large family and that's hard. Don't get me wrong. I love my family, but being the last boy is certainly rough. There are so many different things that I have to live up to. My older siblings all have done great things that have made my parents proud, but I don't know if I'll ever make them proud.
It's hard too because the younger kids aren't really taken care of nearly as well as the older children. It's as if my parents got tired of being parents by the time I came along. Sometimes I wonder if my parents are even happy that I'm around. Mum always is yelling at me something fierce... It's hard.
Then there is school which is harder because so many people have no idea who I am. Well they do and they don't. And that attention sometimes isn't the attention that I want... I'm always being compared and it sucks.
And then I fall in love with you. How could you ever see past everything and love me? And then I go and do something stupid like write in your textbook. I knew that you loved it... The thought of it at least. And I knew that I couldn't break your heart by not writing to you anymore. So that's why I'm still writing even though I'm afraid you'll end up hating me.
I love you Hermione.
Love,
Your secret admirer
"I think he's down stairs! I'll watch as you write!" Ginny exclaimed as she bounced up off the floor. She flung open the door and peered down into the common room where Harry and Ron were sitting at the table studying. She looked at Hermione and gave her the thumbs up. Hermione took a deep breath before touching her quill to paper.
Dear Ron,
I know that you are the one that is writing to me. It was clear after you told me a little about yourself. And I have one thing to say to you.
She stopped and looked at Ginny who was covering her mouth with one of her hands.
"He's looking around nervously," she whispered.
I love you. I have always loved you. Since that first moment that I saw you with that silly black mark upon your nose I have loved you. I have depended on you. Yes I know that we fight a lot, but that is because I have never been able to ever accept the fact that I was deeply in love with my best friend.
And that is what you are, my best friend and I think that is one of the reasons why I love you so. Because I know so much about you. I know that you are always trying to prove that you are just as grand as your brothers, but you want to know something. You are even more grand. How many have fought evil countless times? Hm... Or been made a Prefect. Excluding Percy since he is a prat... Really Ron. You are so amazing how could you ever feel that you were not as good as them... or better!
Hermione stopped once more and looked over at Ginny who was smiling.
"His ears are beat red," Ginny whispered to her.
I bet your ears are just beat red by now. They always do when you get complimented or anything else like that.
Ron how could you ever believe that I didn't love you? That I wouldn't love you? I mean really. You are the best person in the world for me.
I hope that after you read all of this that you can stand and look at me face to face and tell me those wonderful words you've been writing to me.
I love you so very much Ron. You have no idea how long I have wanted you to know and you have no idea how much.
Love you forever and ever,
Hermione
Hermione got up, setting the quill in the textbook, she walked past Ginny and down the steps. She walked quietly, not saying a word until she was directly behind him.
"Done reading yet?" She asked him softly, causing him to jump. Ginny bounded down the stairs right to Harry. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the portrait hole.
"Erm... yeah. You mean all that?"
"Of course! When have I ever said things that I didn't mean?"
"I don't know..."
"I love you Ron. I have and always will."
"Really?"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, causing him to blush deeper.
"I love you too Hermione. Since that same moment really."
"I know."
"But how could you ever love me? I mean, I'm not anything like..." but he was cut off by Hermione's soft lips upon his. She stood upon her tiptoes, her arms wrapped around his neck. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. She felt his tongue requesting soft entrance.
And that's when the world exploded for both of them.
After the short, but strong snogging session they pulled apart, gasping for breath.
"Wow," Ron said, causing Hermione to giggle.
"Can you tell how much I love you now?" She asked him. He nodded.
"And can you tell how much I love you?" She nodded in response.
"I could feel it," she said softly.
"I know we already snogged, but would you be my girlfriend, Hermione. Officially?" He asked her, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. She giggled and planted a soft kiss upon his lips.
"Of course I will, Ron!"
"Good, because right now I want to kiss my girlfriend," he answered as he lowered his lips down upon hers, making this the most blissful day for both of them.
