DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling (lucky girl), various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books and Scholastic Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made (isn't it bad?) and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: Okay, I know that Ron has "an emotional range of a teaspoon". But maybe just for once, let's give him a chance to expand.
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'Why haven't I noticed it before? The way you looked at him… How you'll drop whatever it was you were doing the moment he beckons. How you love to watch Quidditch because he's playing. Why you stayed up late just to wait for him… and why you always worry about him.'
'Why haven't I noticed it before? The way he steals glances just to gaze at you… Why he follows your ideas even though he and I both think they're crazy… Why he finds your present first before anyone else's… and how he always beams with pride whenever you had shown how smart you really are.'
'Am I that thick? Or am I just madly caught up with the idea of us being together that I haven't noticed them all?'
'Yes, Hermione Jane Granger. I'm talking about you, and our famous friend, the bloody Harry James Potter.'
'What tone? I don't have that resentful tone.'
'Don't know what the hell I'm blabbering about?'
'Come on, Hermione. Are you not the smartest witch of our age? Then how come you had not noticed these little things?'
'You - you want me give you all the evidences? We could go on for days, but let me see…'
'This one… fifth year, you loved his Christmas present. Yet for mine… you - you said it was quite unusual. What the hell was that?'
'Ok, granted we were not dating then, but that was a very expensive perfume, something a guy gives to a very special girl.'
'Here's another one, your - your hugs to him seemed to go on longer and… and I'm your bloody-fucking boyfriend!'
'Sorry. I'm sorry for that; I'm just too emotional right now.'
'I'm just - I don't know. I really have no idea of what I am feeling right now.'
'I love you, Hermione, I do. However, things were not really working out for us. I thought the rows would go away once we got together, yet that didn't happen, did it? They got even more intensified.'
'Oh Merlin, Hermione, I'm loosing you - and I have no idea why I'm feeling this way.'
'I'm loosing you to him, of all people - to him. Why does it have to be Harry?'
'We have got to let go and you have got to find yourself, Hermione.'
'Find yourself and show Harry the love he needs. He needs you. I know… he badly needs you.'
'No, don't think that way. I still love you, but it is better this way. I'd be happier if you would end up with Harry.'
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The raven-haired boy went back to his bed after seeing that his red-haired friend had finally come out of his dreaming. He took one last check and heard Ron's slow breathing.
Harry closed his eyes grinning and thoughts ran though his head that lulled him into a deep sleep.
Hermione loves me? Please let it be true.
I've been waiting, and it's been a long time coming.
I'll be here for you, Hermione.
Oh Merlin, lead her to me.
And I promise you, Ron, that she will be loved.
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A/N : Thanks to Raven for helping me proofread this one.