Summary: So basically Im writing a series of RonHermione drabbles inspired by quotes from any of the seven books. Feel free to suggest a quote you'd like to see a drabble about, or just a book you'd like too see one from!

Disclaimer : I highly doubt J.K hates herself. And I hate J.K because she KILLED FRED. So if I was J.K I'd hate myself.

Ok, OK! I take that back! Of course I dont hate J.K! Shes amazing! But why Fred? And she could've gotten Ron and Hermione together a bit quicker.. sheesh!

"I'm telling you that's not a normal girl!" said Ron, leaning sideways so that he could get a clear view of her. "They don't make them like that at Hogwarts!" – Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire page 223.

Hermione's heart stopped. But this wasn't a, heart-skipped-a-beat, happy sort of stop – oh no. This was a, my heart has been crushed, my world has ended sort of stop.

Yes, how she was feeling was way too dramatic. But it was true, that was how she felt – as if he heart had been crushed by his seemingly light words that carried a heavy blow in her world.

She followed the speaker's line of eyesight and looked at the girl again; her hair was long, blonde and impossibly straight. Hermione then thought of her own hair, her frizzy, out-of-control, mousy brown waves were nothing in comparison. The girl laughed at the person beside her, revealing her pearly white, even teeth surrounded by her lips that were a shade of pink that just seemed to shine. Hermione's own teeth were bucked and crooked, her lips chapped and cry. The girl had a very slender waist, Hermione was thankful she had that too, but hers unfortunately came with a very - well lets just say unnoticeable chest.

Realising the way she must be staring at the girl during her comparison, and also the thoughts she been having made her cheeks flush red and she snapped her attention back to the speaker, but he hadn't noticed. He was still staring open-mouthed at the girl across the room.

Why would he have noticed anyway? Hermione thought sadly, he'd as much as told her he wouldn't with his previous statement.

That was why Hermione Grangers world was closing in on her. Because for the past four years the impossibly blue eyed, fiery red headed boy with the fair freckled face had become her world.

Ronald Weasley had stolen her heart and become her world.

And she knew now, as he stared at the girl on the opposite table, that she would never be able to steal his, because he'd said it himself;

They didn't make them like that at Hogwarts.

Ok, readers choice! Shall I continue? Do you find these drabbles, delightful or dreadful?

If you can think of a quote you'd like me to use - please tell me in a review!