Ramblings of an Insane and Confused Hermione

Lucid-03-days

Somehow I knew this was going to happen. Look at him sitting there, smiling at that fifth year. It was only a matter of time before he found some girlfriend to snog. I was just hoping that I wouldn't have to worry about being thrown into Azkaban until I was at least thirty. That way I would get something accomplished in my lifetime.

It's not like they could have not noticed him. I mean, I've noticed him. Ron is hot. It's true. Why else would those other girls be hitting on him? I clearly didn't do a good enough job marking my territory. Luckily, I learn from my mistakes.

Right now, my number one priority is destroying the competition. I'll have to... Oh, she's gone. I wonder when she left? Maybe they were just talking about Quidditch. Merlin, I read far too much into these sorts of things. I better be more careful, or I can seriously get myself into trouble. Or worse, Ron will figure everything out.

Woah, I zoned out for some time. What time is it even? Do I even need sleep anymore? It's passed midnight, but only by an hour or two, possibly three. But, I'm still very much awake. I have a potions test in about six hours. Everyone in Gryffindor is already in bed sleeping. Well, not everyone. He is still awake. So, I'm still awake. I'd prefer Ron to sleep any day.

We hardly ever talk, just the two of us. We should really do it more often. He tens to open up more with me, when it's just me. I like that. Especially because it's something that the other pretty girls don't have with him. I'm the only one that does, and I want to keep it that way. I'm very proud of myself, for I'm controlling my hormones quite nicely right now.

Hey, I could just as easily pounce on Ron and rip all of his clothes off. I think I should be rewarded for not doing that. Well, actually I wouldn't want one. Why would I want to remember that I had another opportunity to do something, and I passed it up? I wouldn't.

I wonder how he would react if I made a very subtle move at him. Maybe brush my hand up against his leg or something like that. I should do that. See if he flips out, or even notices for that matter. I think I actually will do that. Okay, I have to wait for the right cue. But what is the right cue? I have no idea! I better just do it before I completely chicken out.

Well, I have my answer. If I slowly bring my hand up his leg, his body goes stiff and he quits talking. Maybe that was too obvious, because I wasn't expecting that reaction. I suppose I could just pretend that never happened. I'll blame it on his lack of sleep or something like that.

"Hermione?"

"Yes Ron?"

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"What you just did with your hand. On my leg."

"Oh right."

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Why did you do that?"

"You're delusional."

I am not! Why did you do that?"

"No reason."

I've got to be careful. He might get suspicions. I can't have him knowing about the endless amounts of fantasies I have about him. He would laugh at me. I wouldn't want that to happen. He know too many prettier girls with much more experience of certain things. Why would he want me to do those sort of things to him? It just makes no sense really.

"Hermione?"

"What?"

"Let's say, hypothetically, I want you to do that again. Would you?"

"Hypothetically, yes."

Why did I just say that? I gave myself away! Bad move Hermione. I need sleep. It's effecting my better judgement. Now you've scared him away.

"But what if it was hypothetical?"

"What do you mean?"

"What if I, at this very moment, wanted you to do that again?"

"What are you saying Ron?"

"I fancy you?"

"You need sleep."

I'm dreaming. Seriously, there is no possible way that he actually just said that. Especially to me. Why would it? I think I've gone crazy in my old age. What else could it be? I'm delusional. Yes, that has to be it.

"I don't. I'm quite awake right now."

Yeah. I'm dreaming.

"Did you hear me?"

"Yes I did."

"...and?"

"I'm dreaming."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've come to the conclusion that this cannot be real, for you would never say that to me. Except in my dreams, obviously."

"Hermione, you're nutters."

"I'm quite aware, thank you. But that happens when one falls in love with her best mate and is stuck on the sidelines watching his screaming fans. It's enough to drive anyone insane."

"Screaming fans?"

"You know all those girls, who if this were real life, you'd be with right now. Don't laugh at me! You know it's true."

"This is real life, Hermione. I am the real Ron."

"Dream Ron would say that too."

"You are insane! But, that's why I like you, possibly even love you. And, I really want to kiss you right now."

Wait a minute. What's going on here? Everything feels so real. I can feel his hair in my hands, his lips on mine. Oh Merlin, this isn't a dream! I'm going to faint. Okay, that's not true. But I am going to enjoy every minute of this. Scratch that, every second...nano second even. I'll prove to him, well myself actually, that I can do so many things to him that those pretty girls can't even dream of.

A/N: Yay, I finally finished it. This makes...three of my chapter stories that I've finished now. YAY! Please review this story. I know I complained back in the last chapter, but it is kinda hurtful to see over 700 hits, and less than twenty reviews. I'm just sayin'...please review at least one chapter. Thanks for reading though.