A/N: Thankyou everyone for your reviews. For those who informed me that I would be writing a sequel… here you are. Enjoy.

Ron stood stock still. In his head he could still hear the girls heels clacking against the marble as she ran. He could still hear her cries into the night.

Hermione.

She was the girl. She was the one he had fallen in love with.

Hermione.

He was still in a state of shock.

Suddenly, he came to life.

He followed her path, 'Hermione!' he yelled, running off the courtyard. He decided to try the dormitories first.

Running up the stairs, he burst past the Fat Lady.

'Hermione!' he yelled to the empty common room.

Nobody was there. Hermione wasn't there.

Ron tried to break into the girls room. But he kept getting pushed out. He would climb the stairs, before sliding down them once more. In his anger, he threw a glass bowl at the door, leaving it shattered on the floor.

The image of the bowl stayed with him. Everything was shattered. Hermione's heart. His heart. Their lives. Their friendship.

Tearing from the common room, he began to search the dark grounds.

'Hermione? Please!' he cried.

He yelled, and screamed, as he searched the greenhouses, the dungeons, all the courtyards. He blasted apart bushes, and kicked at the walls.

He let out one final cry.

'Hermione! Please come back!' he screamed, his throat raw, and scratchy. He reached the lake, and he collapsed in front of it, his head thumping and his heart full.

No matter how much he begged the sky, Hermione didn't come to him.

A few hours later, he was lying on the wet grass in gloomy confusion. He wished he could tell her how he felt.

A sudden rustle of material awoke his senses.

Ron sat up, feeling stiff and ill. He rubbed his eyes, and looked at the person sitting next to him.

Hermione was there, her skin pale, dark circles under her brown eyes. Her hair was falling loose, the pins slowly falling out. Her eyes were slightly puffy and a little bit blood shot. She was still in the perfect, silk pink dress, although it was crumpled and wrinkled. Her perfect, fairytale princess image was gone. The glowing aurora from happiness was absent. All that was left, was an empty, unhappy shell.

She hugged her knees to her chest.

They sat side by side in silence, looking at the sun reflecting and shining as it rose above the lake. He looked at Hermione and saw delicate tears coursing down her cheeks. To Ron they were perfect crystals that were tracing the lines of her face.
Hermione just sat there, crying silently. His heart ached to think of the girl last night, whom he had loved. This girl in front of his was exactly the same. There wasn't a high or beautiful laugh any more. There weren't those sweet, hiccupy giggles.

Finally, Ron turned to Hermione. He lifted a hand to those high cheekbones. He gently took a finger, and traced the path of one of her tears. Then he caught the perfect droplet on his finger.

He then brought his hand back up to her face, and he placed the whole hand on the cheek.

'Are you ok?' he asked hoarsely.

Hermione didn't answer, but continued to look ahead at the lake.

'Hermione? Why did you run away?' he asked quietly.

Hermione cotnined to cry in silence. Then finally, she said, 'Ron. Don't be silly. You and I were having so much fun last night. We were enjoying ourselves, because you didn't know me. I recognised you immediately. How could I not know who you were?' she said sadly.

'But why was that a reason to run away from me?' he asked.

'Ron. Seriously. Who would want to admit they had fallen in love with the school bookworm. The ugliest girl in school,' she said bitterly, turning her face away from him. She pulled away from his touch.

Ron cupped her delicate chin with his hand. He gently pulled her face towards him. He looked directly into her red rimmed, brown eyes.

'I don't think you're ugly at all,' he said softly.

Hermione shook her head, 'You just say that Ron. You're just trying to cover what I know is the truth. Thankyou for last night. It meant the world to have someone dance with me,'

With that she began to stand up. Just as she turned to walk away, Ron reached out and caught her hand.

Hermione stopped, and her eyes widened. He dragged her gently back to the earth.

'Hermione. Listen to me. I don't think you're ugly. In fact, I think you are the most beautiful girl that any boy could get,'

Hermione was silent.

'If you want the truth, I had the most amazing time last night. Kissing you was magical,'

He took a deep breath, before taking the plunge, 'And if we're going on truths, I'll go the whole way. I've had a crush on you since I first laid eyes on you. I have loved you all through school. Honestly. I have, and I wished that you would understand that.'

Hermione sat silent for a few moments. Then she turned to him.

'Really?'

Ron nodded, 'Yes Hermione. Honestly. I do love you.'

Hermione blushed, and then said, 'You know something Ronald? I've had a crush on you since I was eleven too,'

Ron smiled, and then boldly, he drew her closer.

He brought his mouth up to hers and for the first time they kissed, seeing each other for who they truly were.

A/N: Done. Are we happy now? Not as good as the first chapter, I know… but still. There you go.