Notes:
Ok, so I lied. I got a couple of nice reviews so I traded up from a oneshot to a I-don't-know-how-long series of songfics.
Once again, I don't own any of the characters. pouts
This song this time is Crush by Mandy Moore. I think I fixed the line spacing probs. crosses fingers
Enjoy!
3, Kurisu's Koritsi
Crush
"Ron… I need to tell you something…"
You know everything that I'm afraid of
You do everything I wish I did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you
She'd decided that she was going to tell him, but she didn't have any idea of how to start the conversation. The one thing that she was certain of, however, was that if she was truly about to tell Ron about her feelings for him she was not going to do it on the floor of the girl's loo while Moaning Myrtle sat snickering in her cubicle. He sat there, arms still around her, waiting for her to go on. He looked so cute and concerned and all she wanted to do was lean over and drop a kiss on those beautiful lips of his… Hermione snapped back to attention when he spoke hesitantly, "Yes Hermione?" She jumped up suddenly, startling him and muttered, "Not here." He looked perplexed for a moment but when he saw her eyes dart to the toilet stall he said, "Oh," softly and took her hand to pull her out into the hall. "Well, where would you like to go talk, Hermione? The hall isn't too good either, I'd suppose, as we could be interrupted. You wanted privacy, right?"
I know I should tell you how I feel
I wish everyone would disappear
Every time you call me, I'm too scared to be me
And I'm too shy to say
She felt as if the breath had been stolen from her again at his complete and unquestioning understanding. How, she wondered, could he be so perceptive sometimes and yet not be able to see how she felt?! "Erm, yeah, privacy would be good." Before she could even think of some place to go he was holding her hand again, pulling her down the hall. "Where are we going?" she managed after they rounded a corner into a hall she didn't recognize. "I completely forgot, I found this last week and I wanted to show you. I think the whole scene in Potions knocked it out of my head. I think it will be private enough, and I get to show you." Hermione smiled as she thought back to that Potions lesson. Snape was being his usually snippy self with Harry and the other Gryffindors for no good reason and had asked Ron a question he'd been certain the ginger boy wouldn't be able to answer. The look on Snape's face as Ron answered the question correctly was worth the 4 hours of lecturing and enforced studying Hermione had badgered he and Harry into the night before. Hermione had flushed with pride that he'd retained some of the information she'd been drilling into his head and almost missed it when Snape had grudgingly awarded Gryffindor 10 points. She was so caught up in her own thoughts and the feeling of her hand in his that she didn't notice when he stopped and stumbled into him. He caught her before she fell, a strong hand gripping each of her upper arms and she looked into his eyes.
Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
"Oof, sorry Ron. I wasn't paying attention." She blushed as she stepped out of his arms and he coughed before recovering himself. "Not a problem. But here, this is what I wanted to show you!" He turned to the wall and reached out a hand. Where second before there had been a tapestry, now there was a short flight of steps leading into what seemed to be a private library, complete with a pool table and big leather chairs. "Oh Ron!" she gasped, running down the steps to take a look around. "I know the main library is really useful but I stumbled on this and… well, read the plaque over the fireplace." She whirled around and ran over to the fireplace she hadn't noticed at first. The plaque read:
Research is great, and texts are smart,
But sometimes writing is just an art.
Some like horror, some like romance,
Some like mystery and risks of chance.
So go to a shelf and have a good look,
Think of a title and there is the book.
Spinning back around to look at Ron she all but breathed, "You mean this library holds whatever book I want?" Ron smiled and walked towards a shelf. "I thought you'd like it. And yes, I tried when I found it. Some how I didn't expect to really find the latest book on the Chudley Cannons, but there it was!" Hermione ran from shelf to shelf, dreaming up more titles she wanted to read, so glad Ron had shared this with her alone.
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
After awhile Ron sat down in one of the huge leather chairs and called out, "Hermione? You wanted to tell me something?" Face flushed she came scurrying down one of the aisles of book shelves and collapsed into the chair opposite him. "I'm sorry, it's just…" Ron smiled his understandings and Hermione felt her palms go damp. The time had come to tell him how she felt. She only hoped she had the words. Before she could speak he cleared his throat. "Actually, before you go… There's another reason I thought we might talk somewhere private." As she looked at him Hermione could see the blush rise up his neck. "I wanted to ask you… If a guy wanted to tell someone that he liked her, but he didn't know if she felt the same…" Hermione tried to smile as Ron babbled about how much a guy might want to tell someone but not know how but she couldn't manage even a half smile when she thought of the Ravenclaw she'd seen him flirting with the other day. Heart sinking she tried to follow what he was saying.
You know, I'm the one that you can talk to
Sometimes you tell me thing that I don't want to know
I just want to hold you
You say exactly how you feel about her
I wonder, could you ever think of me that way
"Well Hermione, what do you think I, erm, I mean a guy should do in that situation?" Hermione was at a loss for words. She didn't know what to say, whether or not to go on with her confession, or whether to run and hide until the end of the year. She looked into his eyes and her breath caught. There was something in his eyes… She knew he'd been talking about himself, not some random guy but… Could it be that he was talking about her? Not the Ravenclaw girl? She looked into his eyes, hoping to find the answer written in their depths. "Well, I guess it would depend," she said leaning back. "How well do you know this girl? I mean, do you know for sure that she's unattached? Has she expressed an interest in you? Did someone tell you that you should ask her out?" Ron sat back as well and answered her questions softly. "I know her well enough to have feelings for her, and unless I've missed something she's not taken. As for expressing interest, sometimes I think… I just don't know." He looked at her searchingly but her eyes were on the fireplace.
I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush
When I'm with you
Ooh, I've got a crush on you
A crush on you
They sat there for ages. Hermione didn't know what answer to give Ron and he seemed lost in his thoughts. Without really meaning to he handed Hermione the top book of the stack she'd sat down between their chairs and reached for his own. Sitting there in their own little room they both were oblivious to the time that passed. Hermione sat with her book open in her lap, not reading. Ron hadn't even opened his. While he stared into the fire, her eyes raked over his body as she wished she dared go over and kiss him, rather than attempt to tell him how she felt. When she turned away and studied the dancing flames he would look at her consideringly, and seemed to be wishing she would speak. Looking back down at the book on her lap Hermione wished that someone else could give them the answers they were looking for.
Ooh, I wish I could tell somebody
But there's no one to talk to, nobody knows
I've got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush
Eventually Ron sighed and realised Hermione was not going to give him the answer he was looking for. "Ahem," he cleared his throat, "Didn't you want to tell me something?" She jumped at the sound of his voice and slowly raised her head to meet his eyes. Ok, here goes nothing, she thought. This is it, the big moment of truth. She opened her mouth and then closed it again. No words would come out. Taking the book from her lap she sat on the edge of the chair and reached out for his hand. Sliding to the edge of his seat he took her hands and smiled. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Just tell me Hermione. I'm your friend. I'm here for you no matter what, remember? Trust me, and tell me."
You say everything that no one says
But I feel everything that you're afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
Shivering slightly Hermione looked once again into his eyes and held her breath. Everything they shared would change the moment she said the words, but she couldn't live with not knowing. She hoped that this was truly for the best and that she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life. "Ron, you know what you were talking about before? About liking someone but not knowing if you should say anything? Well, what I have to say… It's not really an answer to your question, but it has to do with that idea…" His hands seemed to tighten around hers but he held her gaze. One more deep breath and Hermione let go of her fear. "Ron, I think I've fallen for you."
I've got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
I got a crush on you, a crush on you
I've got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that I do
I get a rush when I'm with you
I got a crush on you, a crush on you…