The Sugar Quill
Author: Quidditch  Story: One Kiss and Three Little Words  Chapter: Default
The distribution of this story is for personal use only. Any other form of distribution is prohibited without the consent of the author.

A/N: Iíve set this in the fifth year, and Hermione is oblivious to many obvious signs that Ronís shown. She is madly in love and cannot seem to connect her dream world with the reality. And Ron isnít helpingÖ

Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry

Have you ever needed something so bad you canít sleep at night

Have you ever tried to find the words but they donít come out right

Have you ever

Have you ever

 

Hermione Granger was not one of those girls. You know which ones; the ones that always have stupid crushes on all the boys. They swoon and sigh when theyíre in love with them, and when itís all over, they cry their hearts out. They cry all through the night, remembering every experience they had shared with their current significant other. But Hermione was not one of those girls. Although there had been times when she had cried, all alone at night, in her four-poster. No, it hadnít been when she had decided to break up with Viktor Krum. It wasnít any night in particular, after any specific event. It was normally on some night, when she and her two best friends were just hanging out in the common room. Nothing special was happening. But it was on those nights that she cried the hardest, because it was on those nights she knew that he could never see her as anything more than his best friend.

 

Have you ever you ever been in love, been in love so bad

Youíd do anything to make them understand

Have you ever had someone steal your heart away

Youíd give anything to make them feel the same

 

But she never dreamed of actually telling him out loud. Sure, there were times when they would just be sitting in the common room, and he would look up at her and she would plead with her eyes to him, ĎPlease love me!í But he never understood. "Having trouble Hermione?" he would ask. And that was all. Maybe a few chuckles, but nothing else. He didnít understand that she was begging him to make the pain in her heart go away with just one kiss and three little words.

 

Have you ever searched for words to get you in their heart

But you donít know what to say, and you donít know where to start

Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry

Have you ever needed something so bad you canít sleep at night

Have you ever tried to find the words but they donít come out right

Have you ever

Have you ever

 

She had tried before, but he never seemed to understand. He never realized that she was talking about him and her and love. There had been one time, she had been sure he would understand, that night after the Yule Ball. But no. She hadnít meant to tell him, but it didnít matter, he was as oblivious as ever. She was pretty sure Harry had heard and understood, and he hadnít even heard the whole of the conversation. But the important person was oblivious. After being angry for a few days, he had moved on and they were right back were they had started. Just friends. Best friends, sure, but it was still just friends to her. As Hermione rolled over in her bed, unable to sleep because she was so preoccupied by her thoughts, she felt a tear brush down her cheek. Angrily, she brushed it aside. If he couldnít take a hint, she wasnít going to cry over it. Once again, a tear floated down. She wiped that one off as well, but it was to no avail. By the time that one was gone, it was replaced by another, and another, and another.

 

Have you ever found the one you dreamed of all your life

Youíd do just about anything to look into their eyes

Have you finally found that one youíd give your heart to

Only to find that one wonít give their heart to you

 

The next night, Hermione sat in the common room, her eyes drooping. She heard someone walk into the common room, and her eyes lit up as she saw Ron enter. But he breezed past her and walked right over to Harry.

"Harry, we need to talk," she overheard.

 "Yeah Ron, whatís up?"

"What do you think of Hannah Abbot? You know, the Hufflepuff?" Hermione leaned over, slightly more.

 "I donít really know her, why?"

 "Well, we both had detentions and we ended up working together. We got to talking, and I just kinda kissed her. I donít know where it came from, but she kissed back. And Iím thinking of asking her out. What do you think?" Hermione felt her heart skip a beat, she sat straight up, and felt as if she were dying. As if the words that Ron had spoken had clasped themselves around her heart and squeezed hard.

"Thatís great Ron!" Harry exclaimed. "Go for it! And it might help the situation withÖ"

"Harry!" Ron cut off.

Hermione felt tears welling up, and decided to make a quick exit.

"Hermione, itís only nine!" Ron called after her.

"Well, Iím tired," she called back lamely, not pausing in her dash for the stairs.

 Have you ever closed your eyes and dreamed that they were there

And all you can do is wait for that day when they will care

Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry

Makes you wanna break down and cry

Have you ever needed something so bad you canít sleep at night

Have you ever tried to find the words but they donít come out right

Have you ever

Have you ever

 

"I am not one of them," she told herself, pleading for the tears to stop. She knew she had too, otherwise her eyes would be red in the morning and Ron might suspect something. Ron. Ah! His name made her want to break something. She stood and chucked her pillow across the room, knocking over the array of perfume bottles Lavender Brown had scattered everywhere. Hermione gave up, and gave into her needs. She sobbed until her eyes were dry then fell into a restless sleep where she dreamed of good things and happy endings.

 

What do I gotta do to get you in my arms?

What do I gotta say to get to your heart?

To make you understand, that I need you next to me

I gotta get you in my world, cause baby I canít sleep

 

The next morning, she looked into the mirror and realized with happiness that her red, puffy eyes had lost all color and puffiness. Her night had been full of good dreams where she and Ron lived happily ever after. Maybe it wasnít true in real life, but it was good enough for her. Or so she thought. When she walked into the Great Hall, she found Ron and Hannah Abbot making Ďloveí eyes at each other across the Hall, Harry nudging Ron in the ribs for encouragement. She tried to ignore it and eat, but it was impossible. It seemed as though Hannah was sitting directly behind her, because every time she looked up, his eyes were looking in her eyes. Her heartbeat would quicken for a second or two, until she remembered that he was looking at a pretty girl behind her.

 

Have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry

Have you ever needed something so bad you canít sleep at night

Have you ever tried to find the words but they donít come out right

Have you ever

Have you ever

 

Staring into the fire, Hermione watched as the flames danced and leaped throughout the fireplace. They seemed to understand that she needed to be cheered up.

 "Hey Hermione! You ok?" Ron stood next to her, looking genuinely concerned.

 Bravely, Hermione decided to go for it, "Yeah, Ron. I need to tell you something."

 "Whatís that?"

 "I..RonÖIÖ" But Ron, telling Hannah he would be right there, interrupted her.

 "Sorry Hermione. What was that?"

 "IÖI need help with this, uh, this extra studying for, uh, History of Magic. Itís all about Quidditch and I just donít understand the rules."

"Extra studying? Well, at least itís about something interesting. Later, ok?" She nodded her head in agreement and watched his back as he walked away from her. She had blown her chance, and now, there would be no other chance. Maybe someday, far, far away, in happily ever after, when she was finally happy, she would tell him. And they would laugh at how silly they had been in their young age. But for now, it just hurt. And all she could do was cry, and hope that someday, before happily ever after, he would realize the truth and make all her pain go away with just one kiss and three little words.

 

Disclaimer: Have You Ever belongs to Brandy

Itís all J.K. Rowlingís.


Continued in "Learning the Quidditch Rules"
//
Write a review! PLEASE NOTE: The purpose of reviewing a story or piece of art at the Sugar Quill is to provide comments that will be useful to the author/artist. We encourage you to put a bit of thought into your review before posting. Please be thoughtful and considerate, even if you have legitimate criticism of a story or artwork. (You may click here to read other reviews of this work).
* = Required fields
*Sugar Quill Forums username:
*Sugar Quill Forums password:
If you do not have a Sugar Quill Forums username, please register. Bear in mind that it may take up to 72 hours for your account to be approved. Thank you for your patience!
*Comment:
The Sugar Quill was created by Zsenya and Arabella. For questions, please send us an Owl!

-- Powered by SQ3 : Coded by David : Design by James --