This has skipped three years, Hermione is heart broken, burrying herself in her homework. And that night, she gets what she needs. A friend, and a lover all at once.

Disclaimer! (c) Yes, I am not JK Rowling. Hate to break it to you.

Year Six

Hermione Granger was burying her broken hearted self in her homework assignments and books. She was about to write in her essay for Slughorn; 'I am very fond of Felix Felicis,' but instead, she found her self writing; 'I am in love with Ron Weasley.' As she looked down at the sentence, tears started streaming down her face.

She pushed her books aside, as she thought, who do I think I am kidding? - until she heard a familiar voice. "'Mione! I know you're here!" Harry. She started wiping her tears away; when he could in fact, see him.

"Oh, Hello Harry." She greeted him, trying to sound casual.

"I notice you are sure growing fond of Slughorn," he stated.

Hermione frowned. "What are you talking about?" she demanded.

"Well, let's see. Why else would you tell him you're in love with Ron?" Hermione was still frowning.

"Well, I don't know. It's the only thing I knew since I saw Lavendar snogging him," she admitted.

"And don't forget when you smelled him in the strongest love potion in the world." Harry added.

"It's called Amortentia. H-how did you know that?" Hermione stuttered.

"Because I smelled Ginny, but enough of that. There's something you need to know." Harry said, changing the subject.

"And that would be?"

"Last night Ron accidentally took a drink of poison." Harry blurted.

"He what?" Hermione shouted. "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" Hermione half shouted half whispered.

"He's okay. He's just going to be unconscious for a little while."

The brown haired girl didn't listen. She immediately started to pack everything up, and head to the hospital wing.

Two hours later, the same brown haired girl was sitting in the hospital wing, next to Ron Weasley while his blonde girlfriend (yes, we literally mean blonde) was at the edge of his bed, claiming that Ron senses her presence.

"I'm here," the blonde, Lavendar whispered, "I'm here."

Hermione braced herself for an even bigger heart break. She started imagining Ron waking up and asking for alone time with her. What if that happened?

"Her…mi" Ron was muttering, interrupting the girl's thoughts. "Her...mi…ne, Hermione" Her eyes widened. Lavendar started to run off, crying. Albus Dumbledore said something, though she was to love struck to understand it.

Hermione carefully took Ron's hand and sat down. Harry was smirking at her, as soon as she looked at him; she knew her best friend was only teasing. "Shut up," she whispered.

That night, Hermione was still there. Fast and sound asleep. She knew this was the closest she would get to sleeping with him, might as well take advantage. Suddenly, Ron awoke. He looked around him, and immediately noticed the girl sleeping next to himself. He got more comfy and stirred around, which woke her up.

"What-"she stuttered, she looked right up and into the eyes of Ron Weasley. She wanted to lean in…. but she didn't.

"I'm sorry, Ron." She whispered.

"Me too. I'm sorry that I've been with that girl for so long. It took her long enough to figure I was here."

"You mean-"

"Yes, I knew what was going on for at least a half hour before she showed up. No more heartbreak, though. I promise."

Hermione tilted her head. "Do you feel that-"

"'Mione, I can't live without you."

That morning, Madam Pomfrey was once again doing her checkup. Only this time, she was no longer surprised to see the bushy haired girl next to the ginger, holding his hand.

Was she smiling? You bet on it.

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