A/N: Here's another chapter. I kind of gave up on this a long time ago and I'm trying to get back into the swing of the story. But, somehow they all ended up being short, so...well...Enjoy. R&R please. Thanks! -Mac

Disclaimer: I don't own HP! Stop asking already. You're just rubbing it in. :(

Chapter Seven

Making Up For My Mistake

I did choose wrong. I didn't even see it when I should have. I have been so blind to everything that's been going on around me. I can't believe I didn't see it. I should have. I'm supposed to be the observative one. But I didn't see...

Who was the one who was always there for me? Well, it definitely wasn't Ron. He was never there when I needed him. All we ever did was fight and when we fought he pulled as far away from me as he could. Harry always put me first. He was always behind me, beside me. He made me important instead of himself. But if there are any words that describe Hary, they are selfless, noble and caring. There are quite a few more that I can think of, but I don't want to get repetitive.

Harry was the one to stand up for me, defend me. Ron only put me down. Half the time Harry was defending me against Ron--even when he tried so hard not to get in the middle of things. Heck, it was more than half the time. I've said it before, but part of the best part of Harry is his ability--need--to protect everyone. Especially me, something I never quite saw.

I've always cared for Harry, always. I mean I love Harry. He's my best friend. I never really considered him as anything more than that until just recently. Truth be told, I never thought of Ron as anything more than a friend until everyone else put the idea into my head. Everyone, and I mean everyone, kept saying we were perfect for each other. They said the fighting was a symptom of romantic tensions. They said we would grow out of it once we got together. They said a lot of things. But it was was all a load of crock. I've come to realize that I've never cared for Ron any more than I've cared for Harry. Actually, I seem to care for Harry more.

And I've always known that Harry cares deeply about me. He cares deeply from me and Ron both. We're practically all he's got. He considers us family, because we're the closest thing he has to it. But I never looked past that. I never imagined he might feel more than that.

With Ron, I never could tell if he cared or not. Before we started dating, I never thought he could like me. But everyone kept telling me that he did, that I did. I never had any sign that he felt anything for me except him asking me out. I always felt like I wasn't on solid ground with Ron. Like I never knew where I stood with him. That's no way to go through a relationship.

My feet are firmly planted with Harry. And I know the ground will never be ripped out from under me.

It's no question of who cares more about me. It's quite clear. The only question is, why did it take so long for me to see it? Why didn't I see it before everything with Ron? Why did I have to go through all this before it became obvious to me? Why?

I guess it's like they say. What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. I'm no worse for the wear, right? I'm actually feeling better. I'm feeling stronger. Because I've pulled through the hard times and I can only have better days ahead of me.

There's only one thing. I have to tell him.