Thank you for all the nice reviews. I´m so glad you guys didn´t hate it. Here is chapter 2. I´m still not J.K. Rowling... Enjoy!

Chapter 2: "I don´t want to lose you"

- "Ron!", he could barly hear her voice and her eyes were red, he could tell she´d been crying.

- "´Mione...?"

- "Look Ron, you had no right to say those things to me. To tell me that you love me just like that, like you were telling me about the weather or something. You are my best friend and I don´t want to lose you. Even if I did have feelings for you, which I am not saying that I have, it wouldn´t be worth it. I have given this as much thought as I can right now and all I can say is that I don´t want to lose you." She spoke very fast as she was giving a well-rehersed speech and all he could do was to look at her. He Heard what she was saying but he didn´t understand. Lose him? How could she ever lose him? But a little voice inside his head reminded him that she hadn´t sad that she didn´t returned his feelings.

- "Ron, are you listening to me?"

- "Yes..."

- "Good. That´s that then. I have to go..." She turned around and walked away.

It was snowing outside. Big, wet snowflakes fell from the sky, landed on his hair and made it look even more ginger against the white. He was walking away from the castle, towards the lake. He didn´t wanted to see anyone, he just wanted to be alone. He felt numb, like all the feelings had disappeared and left his body. he felt empty. It was cold outside but he didn´t mind. The cold felt completly right considering the way he was feeling. hermione had been so different, she had looked at him in a way that scared him. She had looked so lost, so scared. She had been panicing. He couldn´t stand himself right now. He was so sorry that he had caused her so much pain but it hadn´t been his intention. He just wanted her the feel the way he did. When he was around her he felt all warm inside, she made him feel like a better person. She had alwats done that. Well, not always. When he had first met her he thought she was just like any other girl; impossible to hang out with. She had been the biggest know-it-all he had ever met and she still was. But, even though, he had hated her for it at first it was now one of the things he loved most about her. He loved the way she looked when she talked about something she read or something she found really interesting. He loved the way she read "Hogwarts - A History", like it was a book no one had ever read before. He loved the way her hand floated over the parchment when she wrote something and the ways followed the pen like it was a snitch.He loved the way her hair curled around her face when it rained and how her ponytail fell down her back. Most of all he loved that she was so kind to everyone and how she always stood up to, not only her friends, but for anyone who had been treaten badly. He also loved that she always knew what was right, that she could all the answers to Snapes questions. He loved the way she walked; straight, with a young womens grace and with her hair dancing around her. He loved her entire being and could not believe that he´d actually told her just that.

He had reached the lake, everything was silent, the only thing he heard was his own heartbeat and his breath causing the air to turn white. He remembered the exact moment when he realized that she was perfect and the only one he could imagine himself to love. It was during their second year and Malfoy had been calling her a mudblood, she had looked shocked and angry and he could see the sadness in her eyes that he´d never seen before. He suddenly had felt that he needed to protect her, needed to make sure thet she never was hurt again. He had tryed to cast a spell on Malfoy but his brokend wand had backfired and he had been spending the entire afternoon throwing up slugs. He didn´t mind that other students had laughed at him, and still did, he was just glad that he had done something, that Hermione had seen him do something. He had also been confused by his own feelings. Why was he feeling like this? And what was it? Could it be love? It had taken him a while to figure it out but he had come to a point when he couldn´t deny it any longer. He was in love with Hermione Granger, his best friend and partner in crime. It had not been an easy thing to accept and it had not been easy to live with. At first he just started to avoid her but he soon understood that it wouldn´t work to avoid your best friend without her realizing it. So he started to ignore his feelings instead. he told himself thet he was just imagining things. He wasn´t in love, he was just a very good friend. Of course he loved hermione, she was his best friend and that was how he loved her; as a friend. But that hadn´t worked either, it was very hard to convince himself that he didn´t love her when all he wanted to do was to hold her in his arms and give her a kiss that would take her breath away. So he had to face fact; he was in love with her and he just had to deal with it. At first he never thought about telling her but after he told Harry and after Harry told him that he suspected that Hermione fancied him as well the idea of telling her didn´t seem so crazy. And now he had done it, he had told her. And what had it given him? Hermione was angry with him, she had basically that there was no chance for them to become anything more then just good friends. She had said, though, that she might have feelings for him. But what did that give him if she didn´t wanted to explore and act on those feelings? It wouldn´t get him anything, instead he might have lost his best friend. How could he have been so stupid? He should never have told her! But deep down he remembered the feeling of holding it all inside, he couldn´t possibly have lived like that any longer.

He looked around. It was dark and the stars stared at him. He decided to go back to the castle. It was nothing he could do about anything right now.