Ron sat on his bed in number twelve Grimmauld place, lost in his thoughts. He was thinking about Hermione and how if he didn't tell her how he felt soon he would probably never do it. Harry would be arriving in a couple days and when he told Hermione he wanted to be able to be alone with her for a couple of days. First he had to tell her and see how shefelt abouthim. He was sure that he wouldn't be able to tell her with Harry there. When Harry was there he wouldn't be able to get a minute alone with her. He finally decided that he was going to tell her today, but he would wait until later. As he sat there his thoughts drifted back to the first couple weeks that Hermione was there…

Flashback

Ron was anxiously pacing the room. Mrs. Weasley had told him that Hermione was going to be arriving at three thirty. It was three twenty five. Ron kept glancing at the clock, but every time he looked it seemed as if the time wasn't changing. All of the sudden the door bell rang. Loud screams from Mrs. Black's portrait filled the room. Mr. Weasley and Sirius quickly went to close the curtains over the portrait again as Mrs. Weasley ran to answer the door.

"Hermione, dear! It's so good to see you." She said. At the mention of Hermione's name, Ron bolted out of the living room and into the hallway.

"Hermione!"

"Ron!" Hermione yelled. As soon as she saw him she ran and threw her arms around him. After about a minute they realized what they were doing and pulled apart.

"Uh… It's, um, good to see you." He said gruffly as the tips of his ears turned bright red.

"You too." She whispered as a flush of scarlet crept up her neck.

"Well, now that Ron knows that you're here, I'll show you to your room. You'll be sharing with Ginny on the third floor. I hope that's okay? I know it's a lot of stairs, but after a while you get used to it." Mrs. Weasley said as she led Hermione upstairs. Ron thought about following them, but decided against it. He watched Hermione and Mrs. Weasley disappear up the stairs before going to sit down. As he waited he thought about how Hermione had hugged him. He wondered why she had done it. Usually she'd hug Harry and then she'd shake his hand. He let his mind imagine all of the possible things that the hug could have meant.

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"Ron has been waiting so eagerly for your arrival. I suspect it's because he wants someone to talk to. I know he'd rather talk to you or Harry instead of his brothers. Of course, Harry will be arriving at the end of the month. Oh, now you'll have to be quiet now dear." Mrs. Weasley said as they approached a wall of what looked to be sleeping house elves. Hermione looked at them with disgust as she realized that they were elf heads. She wondered how someone could do such a thing. How someone could be so cruel. She felt the need to say something, but stopped herself, knowing that it wouldn't do anything seeing as these house elves were already dead.

"Why exactly do we have to quiet when we're walking in the hall if the elves are already dead?" Hermione asked when they were far enough away from the heads.

"The last thing you want to do is wake any of them up. Once they're awake they won't go back to sleep for a while and when they're awake all they do is ramble on about… Well, you don't want to know what they say. Oh and here we are. This is the room that you will be sharing with Ginny. Your belongings are already in there. And, now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go start supper." Mrs. Weasley said as she descended the stairs.

Hermione opened the door expecting to see Ginny. When she didn't see anyone she sat on the bed with her trunk next to it and put her head in her hands. She thought about how she was going to have to survive a whole month alone with Ron. Before she'd gotten there she'd thought that it would be a good thing, but now that she was actually there she was nervous. Then she thought about the fact that Ron had hugged her back. She suddenly had the courage to go downstairs and face Ron. She quickly got up and walked downstairs, eager to finally be able to talk to him face-to-face.