Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters, I know, I know, why rub it in my face? Alright, it's all J.K.s.

A/N: This isonly my second fic, so be gentle with me. -smile- Also, I'm from Sweden so English isn't even my actual language, but I do my very best. If you see any big grammar mistakes or anything in this chapter, please tell me. That'd be all, except please R&R! Enjoy!


'Well,' Ron thought. 'This is just weird.'

He was sitting next to Hermione across the table from Harry and Ginny, who looked like they were going to swallow eachother. Ginny made a little noise in the back of her throat that made her brother flinch.

'Uh-huh,' he continued. 'Definetely weird.'

They'd been doing this every morning for over a week now. Wasn't it enough that he hade to cope with the thought of his sister and best friend together? Now he had to watch it to? At breakfest of all times?

The hardest thing of all was sitting next to Hermione while the other couple went at it. It was always kinda awkward, knowing that all he wanted was to do the same with her. This morning was no exception.

"So," he said, searching furiosly for something to say.

"So," she repeated, moving an egg around her plate with a fork.

"Read any good books lately?"

He mentally slapped himself. 'For Merlins bloody sake, Ronald!' he thought angrily. But Hermione instantly shone up.

"Actually I have," she said enthusiastically. "There's this whole section in the library about gargoyles, and –"

Harry did a sort of gurgle into Ginnys mouth, but they just kept on going. Both Ron and Hermione turned their heads their way and then down onto the table.

'Well, that worked out,' he thought. 'Except it bloody didn't!'

"Merlin, look at the time!" Hermione overexaggeratedly shrieked after a couple of minutes. "I'm late!"

She then collected all of her books that she had a tendency to spread all over the table wherever she would go and disappeared in a wave of bushy brown hair and pretty smiles.

Ron just looked after her as her back went away. She was so beautiful. But how would he ever have a chance with a girl like her? Someone so extraordinary and smart and pretty, and who had such beautiful ankles. And now he couldn't stop thinking about how her robes stuck out in all the right places, and how they would look if they just fell down to the floor, and -

"Ron!"

He heard a voice from a far distant and started.

"Huh? What? I'm fine!"

Ginny was looking at him furiosly.

"Would you mind not drooling all over the table? It just isn't hygienic."

Ron just nodded shortly, grabbed his bag and left the great hall in quite a hurry without another word. He had to get to the toilets as soon as possible.

You'd think that after all this time he'd have learned not to think about Hermiones robes, or abscence of same, in public.

A few days later Hermione was sitting in History of Magic class, concentrating hard on what the professor was saying as always. Ron was sitting next to him, very quietly, and she thought that maybe he finally had realised the importance of being concentrated in -

She heard a little noise escape him and she turned her head.

He was asleep. And now, starting to snore.

'Merlin,' she thought, put her face close to his and shook his shoulder lightly with her right hand.

"Ron!" she whispered. "Ron, you have to wake up, it's in the middle of class."

"'Mione," he whispered, and she thought he finally was awake. But no, his eyes were still closed. He had to be sleeptalking.

"'Mione," he whispered again, and she looked around to make sure she was the only one who could her him.

"Yes, Ron?" she then replied and waited for his answer.

"Mine, 'Mione" he snored. "Always mine."

Her eyes widened. What was he saying here?

"What do you mean 'mine'?" she asked confused, her mouth now mere inches from his.

"Want you, 'Mione. Always has. Mine." His words were floating togheter, but she understood.

Ron was in love with her.