Summary: Hermione had finally decided to give up on Ron.
Quote from Dawson's Creek.
"Hermione! I need to talk to you!" Ron yelled, walking into the common room. He had the perfect plan to get her. He had just broken with Lavender for Hermione that Monday. He had noticed the next day, however, that she wasn't the same girl she had been before. She didn't give him the same look that made him feel attractive. The look she gave him now made him feel lower than low and he needed to find out why it had changed. After all, they couldn't be together if she didn't make him feel good about himself.
"What, Ronald?" Hermione asked, slightly annoyed.
"What? Are you going somewhere?" Ron asked, confused by the snappish tone in her voice.
"I'm going down to the lake to work on a project."
"Okay, I'll guess I'll be frank," Ron began slowly, "I miss the way you used to look at me, you know, like I was most attractive guy you had ever seen. Why did you stop? 'Cause we can't be together if you keeping looking at me like you do now."
"You know," Hermione laughed bitterly and gained the attention of the rest of their house, "I used to spend every day thinking about you, and dreaming about you; and every time you walked by, I lost myself. Do you know how that feels?" Hermione paused for a moment and Ron looked very proud of himself for making her feel that way, "And you couldn't possibly know what it feels like to have that person not have the same feelings back." Hermione's voice turned cold as she tried to prevent the tears that were slowly filling her eyes from falling, "Look, I'm sorry if you miss the way I looked at you, but I don't miss the way you never looked at me."
With that, Hermione spun on heel and ran out of the common room, Harry pushing past Ron to go after her.
"What?" Ron asked angrily when he notice the looks the other seventh years were giving him.
"You're such an ass." Lavender spit out, going back up the stairs to the girls dorm.
"I can't believe you would do that to her." Parvati continued, following Lavender.
"Not cool, man." Dean shook his head at Ron and left Gryffindor Tower, Seamus repeating the sentiment and following his best friend out.
"Am I missing something?" Ron asked Neville.
"She decided to move on from you." Neville supplied, "She found someone who actually likes her and appreciates her and she's done with you."
"But—who is this guy?"
"Who do you think?" Neville gestured toward the window before leaving the common room.
Ron walked slowly over to it and looked out at the grounds of the school. He immediately spotted Hermione and Harry. Without confirmation, he knew who the lucky guy was. He knew Harry would be, and probably always had been, the recipient of that special look he loved so much. Sighing, he knew he had to let her go.