WARNING! This story has dramione hints. It's not dramione though. It's based on the idea that most dramione shippers have that Draco changed after the war and he and Hermione got together. Well, i took that and tried to write a story that shows that even if Hermione and this new great Draco get together, she simply can't forget her love about Ron. And mainly what would happen if Hermione realised her mistake before it's too late and confess Ron her feelings for him. Could they get past this and be together or not?

Obviously this has AU (the R/Hr kiss never happened) and OOCness because in no way i believe that Draco could ever change and be something more than a spineless coward, or Hermione ever having romantic feelings for him.

If you're still interested to read the story do it and leave a review in the end.

Hermione couldn't understand why she couldn't stay away from him. She couldn't understand why her heart skipped a beat every time she saw him. She couldn't understand why of all the guys in the world, he was the one that captured her heart.

What she really couldn't understand though, was why she was always so afraid to admit it.

She had face the most dangerous creatures, humans and not, but never feared and yet, when it came to her redhead best friend, she was so fragile, always trying to not break into pieces. Still after so many years of knowing him, he could take her breath away with one of his smile. She would never admit that to him though. It was a battle she could never win.

They were friends. Best friends someone would say. She wouldn't.

Best friends shouldn't have those feelings for each other. There is a line that separates best friends than something else, and imagining your best friend naked on top of you, doing things that normal friends don't do, crosses that line.

She spent all her teenage years waiting for something to happen between them. She truly believed that Ron had feelings for her too that were anything than just friendly, but perhaps it was her own wishful thinking. Perhaps she just imagined the whole thing.

Actually now she was really thinking about it, she was a fool. Why would Ron do something about it when he didn't share the same feelings as her? If he did like her as more than a friend he would have done something about it by now, wouldn't he?

And really, snuggling to his couch and watching together the last minutes of a boring football game and him not noticing her new dress that she bought especially for today, should be considered as a huge sign that Ron simply wasn't into her.

She was always sitting close to him, pleading Ron mentally to move his hand and pull her into a hug and keep her there safe and complete. But Ron never did. He always moved further and further every time she moved closer to him. It was like she had some contagious disease.

Not that Ron treated her anything than a gentleman would. He smiled every time she visited him and he never complained for the times she came uninvited like today. But it wasn't like old times.

She knew the reason of his coldness. She didn't blame him for that. Her choice of starting a relationship with the guy that Ron always hated was inevitable to damage their friendship; a solid friendship.

Ron cheered when the team with the red shirts scored a goal. She pretended she was just as excited for the goal and hugged him tightly to celebration.

Stolen moments of love. That's all she had the courage to take from him. Those moments never last more than a few second though. It was torture.

Ron released the grip and sat down again on the couch and returned his attention to the game.

Sometimes she wished she had never introduce Ron to the world of television, but he seemed very fond of that little magic box as he called it, so she couldn't help but letting him have his fun with it.

"You never thanked me for installing your TV by the way. Thanks to me, you can enjoy all this wonderful and meaningless programs," she said cheekily.

"Football is not meaningless," Ron argued.

"Football is for muggles what Quidditch is for wizards. A stupid game that divides people."

Honestly, she was expecting Ron to like football but soon it became one of his obsessions. He, Harry, Neville and Dean would always gather around to his place to watch a game, drinking beers and getting all passionate about it. It was great to see him embracing some muggle way of living, but she just hoped it would be about something more... educational.

"Says the girl that only dated two guys in her life, and both are Quidditch players," mumbled Ron under his breath.

Hermione decided to ignore that comment. If she replied then that would lead to another bicker and it might signaled the end of the night and she didn't want to leave.

"What the Snow White said when you told him that you hate Quidditch?"

Snow White, ferret, polar bear, albino, golden-head lady, evil sperm, momma's boy and so many more. Ron really had a variety of insults when it came to her boyfriend. Again she decided to ignore that insult.

"I don't hate Quidditch! I just don't see the importance that you all give to this sport."

Ron snorted and went back to watch his game. Hermione stayed silent watching him. He was staring at the TV-screen and she was staring at him. A couple of times Ron would turn his head towards her and she would quickly avert her gaze to the TV pretending to watch the game with him.

Finally after 20 minutes the game was over. "Can we see a movie now?" she pleaded with her puppy eyes.

"I want to see you trying to find a good one. It's full of crap really," Ron said passing her the remote.

Hermione searched the channels and she was disappointed that she couldn't find anything worthwhile. That was until she found her favourite movie.

"OMG, it's the Notebook!" she exclaimed enthusiastically.

"OMG, really?" Ron mocked her. "What the hell is the Notebook?"

If she was talking to some of her muggle friends she would be dumbfounded, but this was Ron and Hermione was aware that his TV was only on sports channels.

"It's the most beautiful love-story and the movie is brilliant!" she dreamily exclaimed.

"Just what I need it," sighed Ron as he took another sip of his beer.

Hermione didn't hesitate and this time she pushed him down to the couch and then snuggled her body to him. She knew it wasn't what she really wanted, but it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the movie holding him, would it? Friends do that.

Soon she regretted her decision. Ron held her close but that meant that her body was touching his and that sent so many lustful shivers down her spine. His smell was intoxicated and she was burning with desire to rip his clothes off and shag him on the spot.

The movie was half way through when Ron all of a sudden asked her a question that really didn't want to answer.

"Are you going to tell me what the real purpose of your visit is?"

Damn, he knows me too well! Not that she really expected Ron to buy her I came to watch that game that's on TV with you excuse.

She was dreading for that moment. Not for the reason that someone would suspect but because she wasn't ready to do what she really came for. And it definitely wasn't to watch TV with him.

She braced herself as she took another long deep breath.

"Draco proposed to me," she finally admitted quietly.