Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and walked to the room of requirement as fast as he could. He needed peace and quiet, and something that could help him with his relationship problems. He repeated these needs in his mind as hard and loud as he could until a door popped up with a large brass handle. He reached his hand out to turn the knob and witnessed a whole room full of pictures of Hermione smiling down. Wait, something's wrong. I don't like Hermione that way. Just as suddenly as he had thought this, all the pictures changed to Ginny. Well, that's more like it. He sighed. Then, as soon as he sank down into a chair, the pictures returned to Hermione. What's going on in this room? His mind screamed. He was 1000 sure he didn't love Hermione as anything more than a friend. I love GINNY! The pictures changed back. Wait…no, I don't love Ginny. I don't love anyone! I can't love anyone. But the pictures stayed with pictures of Ginny. Maybe this room knows something I don't. He heard a sigh from someone, but it wasn't him, as the pictures changed to Hermione. He looked around frantically, and he realized that Ron was on the other side of the room laying on his back looking at the pictures on the ceiling.

He laughed out loud and then walked over to Ron and said, "So that's why they kept changing to Hermione."
Ron looked startled. "YOU made them change to GINNY?"

Fuck. Say no. Say no!
"Yes." He said. He felt he could trust Ron even if it was his sister.
"So you're telling me that you like her?" Ron uttered in disbelief.
"Always have, mate." Harry replied sheepishly.
"B-b-but, why didn't you tell me?" he started in a more humorous tone.
"Well I just didn't think you'd approve. It would be weird." Harry answered quickly.
"I've wanted you to go out with her since that idiot Michael Corner." Ron laughed.
"Well it's too late now, because it will never work out."
"Of course it will, Harry. As long as I don't have to watch you do anything th.."
"Well no offense mate, but I didn't mean it wouldn't work because of you."
"Oh." Ron said dejectedly.
"I just don't think she likes me. I'm too insensitive, look at what happened with me and Cho. And I don't want to hurt Ginny. I just can't do this because of Voldemort, oh come on Ron, he'll hurt the closest people to me. I just … can't love G…" Harry faltered and stopped talking completely.

He looked at Ron with pleading eyes, begging him to not push this subject any farther. Instantly, as if Ron read his mind, he looked around the room and started talking about random things. Harry looked at bookshelf after bookshelf and wondered if they were all romance novels. He went over to the first one and picked up a green book with hearts on the cover and the word Mine. His curiosity got the better of him and he called Ron over to read this book that he had found.

He felt as if he had struck gold because as soon as he read the first page it said Hermione's Private Diary. "What the …" Ron muttered. "What's a diary?"

"It's a muggle's way of writing down and keeping all your private and secret thoughts on paper. Ron, this is her private diary. We shouldn't read this. It might say things we don't want to hear." Harry realized that Ron would be crushed if it told who she liked, if it wasn't him.

"Have you gone mental Harry? Who knows what we could learn about Hermione from this book?" Ron argued.

"But it's wrong to read someone else's diary Ron, and I…" he looked at Ron's stupid grin, and continued. "You can't tell her we read it."

"Of course not. I'm not an idiot." Ron laughed.

"Ok here goes nothing..." Harry turned the page.