Ron woke with a start as the morning light creped from his window to his face. This morning he had been waiting for the past 2 months, Hermione was coming to visit the burrow before school had the chance to start yet again. The Weasley's had said goodbye to Grimmuald place a little less than 3 weeks ago, realizing no more good could be done for the order with so little information being gathered. The ministry was now convinced of He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Name's uprising and were on the highest alert.

Ron was excited of his best friend's arrival at his house later that afternoon. Harry had already been there since they left Grimmuald place together, he was sleeping in a hammock next to Ron's bed. Now Hermione, the missing of the trio would soon be joining them.

He didn't like to think of the feelings he had for her now as being new. A part of him knew he had fallen for her ever since 2nd year when he saw her cold and stiff after being paralyzed from the fiasco that went on with the basilisk. She looked so helpless when not that long before she was full of life. He thought of these feeling as always there, in the back of his mind when they were together, when they fought, when she nagged him, and when they were apart his feelings for her flooded his mind. The horrible night at the ministry of magic scared him, running for his life from death eaters was bad, and the brain trying to kill him was scary... but what really shook him was seeing Hermione lifeless once again, right in front of him it happened!! And he hadn't done anything to protect her. Before he knew it a death eater cast a spell that hit her hard in the chest and she fell. He thought she was dead. He knew he should have been there, he had swore to himself earlier that night that he would never let anything ever happen to her, wishing rather be killed himself than let her life slip through his fingers. Ever since that day he looked back and though of what he might have lost that night. His best friend and the girl he always loved in the same person. He didn't want to have to hide his feelings for her any longer. Life wasn't long and could stop at any moment.

Was it really worth not telling her? What was the worst that could happen? Rejection? It was better that him or worsts her dying without ever knowing the truth. Without ever knowing if there ever was a future together.

He wondered if she ever felt the same for her as he ran one hand through his hair now sitting up in bed.

But does she feel the same for me? of course not! She's wonderful! She's nice she'd beautiful and you can actually have conversations with her...unlike these other blubbering idiot girls who only talk about themselves.

He tried to think on their past analyzing everything said between them looking for clues any hint that she felt the same. Nothing. Maybe he was just still sleepy and the answer hadn't come to him yet. He was sure their had to be something some kind of clue to let him know how she felt. Then he realized...

What of dear ol' Vicky?!? Why would she like little hand-me-down Ronald Weasley?? The boy who only gets noticed for being "that guy" who tags along Harry Potter!! Why would she chose me when she could have a professional Quittage Player?!?!

Viktor Krum, he wasn't sure if he and Hermione were still together but she had liked him for at least a while and that was enough to make his blood boil. He was sure they were still writing to each other at least.

Well, mate the best you got to do is try. She's going to be here this afternoon, try or you'll regret it later.

Harry was still asleep a few feet away from Ron, so as quietly as he could he got his clothes together and started for the showers, he wanted to look good with Hermione arriving later.