A/N: I just re-wrote chapter one of Is This Love? Yay. I am so happy. It turned out better. Review if you like this chapter. I'm working on the other ones soon.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I wish but ... no ...

Hermione was sitting in the Great Hall with her best friends Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They were all talking to each other, but Hermione sae that Ron was looking at somebody down the Gryffindor table.

"Ron, what are you looking at?" asked Hermione, who followed Ron's gaze. Seamus Finnigan, a boy from her year, was looking at her. He came out of his daze and then turned his head very quickly, pretending to listen to Dean Thomas.

"Nothing," Ron mutterd, obviously releaved that Seamus looked away.

Hermione sighed. "Alright, Ron. You know, you can tell me anything. No matter what it is."

"I know that Mione."

Hermione nodded; she didn't believe him. It hadn't been the first time she caught the Irish boy looking at her. For almost a month, the glaring at each other was happening. What is with these two? was the thought that echoed through Hermione's head at night.

"Ron. Ron! Hello? Earth to---" Ginny stopped. Ron was staring at Seamus with pure hate in his eyes. No one tried to get his attention.

Harry knew what this was about. Ginny was clueless. Fred and George were looking between Ron and Seamus. Hermione was raising her eyebrows. Dean was rolling his eyes. Nothing made sense to any of them.

Thankfully, dinner ended soon and when Hermione and Ron reached the common room, she asked, "Ronald Billus Weasley, why are you so angry with Seamus? I would love to know."

"It's none of your buisness," snapped Ron.

Harry had become fed up with Ron and yelled loudly, "She has a right to know Ron. It is about her!"

"What's about me?" Hermione wondered unconsciously out load.

"Nothing, Hermione," Ron snapped at her again.

"I want to know, Ronald," she insisted.

"LEAVE IT, HERMIONE!" he shouted at her, his face becoming red with anger. She could hardly make out his freckles.

"F---fine." Hermione's voice shook. "Just never talk to me again."

When Hermione finished saying this, she ran up the stairs leading to her dormitory, and cried.

Hermione had been ignoring Ron for a good while now and it was becoming harder and harder. She had been friends with him since she was eleven and even though they fought, she still cared for him like she cared for Ginny and Harry.

"Hermione, talk to me," Ron pleaded during lunch on a Monday afternoon.

"Leave me alone," she said slowly, deliberately.

Ron sighed and paused as though he was comtempleting something in his mind. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll tell you why I was mad that night. If you talk to me, that is."

"You will?" asked Hermione in disbelief. "Do you promise?"

"Yes." The answer was short and sweet. He grabbed her hand and brought her out of the Great Hall, saying, "He likes you. I mean he fancies you, Hermione."

"He likes me more than a friend?" Hermione knew it was a stupid question.

"Yeah. He wants you to be his girlfriend," answered Ron, nodding his head dumbly.

"How---how do you know this?"

"I share a room with him. He was looking at some pictures that Harry and I had of you. He was just staring at them. We confronted him about it and he just stared at us like we lost our minds. Then, you know, with the help of Fred and George, he told us he fancied you."

Hermione was in shock.

"I'll just let you be," Ron said and then turned around, leaving Hermione there, her mouth open. She shook her head and then went for the library. She knew if Ron or Harry or Ginny went looking for her, they would choose here. Hermione thought about Seamus, Ron, and him liking her. It wasn't normal she finally decided.

"Hermione."

Hermione jumped and saw Seamus standing there. He looked uncomfortable.

"Finnigan?" Hermione asked doing her Draco Malfoy impression.

"Why did you call me by my last name?"

"I figured that since you like me, I can call you by your last name. Understand?"

"Not really."

Hermione rolled her eyes and then got up and walked away from Seamus.

In the two weeks that Hermione discovered Seamus liked here were these: Seamus is stalker-ish and Ron is over-protective.

She was sitting under a tree in the court yard, reading a book when a shadow covered the sun. She looked up and saw Seamus Finnigan.

"What do you want?" she asked codly.

"Answers."