Dear Diary,

Ronald found himself a new hobby today, and he's incredible at it. Surprising, I know.

Hermione laughed as she sat in a long tee shirt and boxer shorts. She was snuggled up in her bed as she wrote in her diary, just another nightly routine.

So, by now you have to be wondering what this hobby is. Well, Ronald has followed in Colin's footsteps in photography.

She touched her chin lightly with the feathery end of the quill and smiled to herself. She'd always had a crush on Ron, but when he bought a camera, she'd never seen him so passionate about something. She couldn't even write in her diary without thinking of his passion.

Well, Ronald wants to take some pictures of his friends, so I guess I'm included in that tomorrow. I'll write more then.

She looked up and smiled into the darkness before shutting her diary and putting it on her nightstand, and leaning over and shutting off the light. She snuggled into her bed with Crookshanks snuggled at her feet and fell into a deep sleep.

Hermione woke the next morning and put on her bathing robe and headed to the shower. Showering was one of her favorite times of the day; it was the only time she had to herself to think about everything. She could keep think of all the stuff she had to get done, her school work, her family and friends. Today, the one thing on her mind as she stood under the warm water was Ron.

Hot water touching their nude bodies as they pressed every part of themselves against the other. Their lips touched and they felt alive as they touched one another. She touched him, he touched her, they moaned. He felt parts of her she'd never felt herself, he set a fire in her heart, not to mention in between her legs.

"Hello?" a female voice called into the bathroom. Hermione was thrown from her daydream when she heard them and shook her head viciously.

"Yeah?" she asked the voice, just letting them know she was there, "I'm in here," she added. She finished her shower quickly and saw someone waiting for a shower. "It's all yours, Lavender," she said rather harshly. Ever since Ron dated Lavender, the two girls never got along. Lavender always knew that Hermione was in love with Ron and she loved having something the know-it-all couldn't have.

Lavender faked a smiled, "Thanks," she said with a hint of sarcasm. Hermione just smiled and kept walking by her, seemingly unaffected by the girl's attitude.

When Hermione returned to her room, Parvati smiled, "Good morning, Hermione." Hermione had always liked here, the two girls were civil to one another and, at times, enjoyed only one another's company. Unfortunately (mostly for Hermione) they shared the room with Lavender Brown as well. For the most part, Lavender and Hermione completely ignored one another's existence.

Hermione dressed and readied herself for the day when Lavender walked in wearing a nice top and a too-short-for-her-own-good skirt.

Lavender turned to Parvati and smiled, "What do you think?" she turned in a circle and smiled again before adding, "Ronnie is taking pictures today, might as well give him something, right?" she smirked mischievously.

Hermione's blood began to boil, and she realized she had to get out of there before she killed Lavender. She emerged angrily from the Girl's Dormitories and saw her three best friends in the Gryffindor Common Room and a smiled spread across her face. She was so lucky to have friends like Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She loved them more than they would ever know, and all in different ways. She loved Harry because he was the brother she never had. She has almost a maternal relationship with him. Ginny is her best girl friend, her sister; Ginny is the one Hermione talks to about "girly" stuff like boys. Then there's Ron. Hermione didn't love Ron, she was in love with Ron; there was a huge difference. She couldn't go a day without thinking about him.

"Mornin' Mione," Harry smiled, before sneaking his arm around Ginny's waist. The two weren't dating, but everyone knew they wanted to.

Hermione smiled, "Morning." Even though she was talking to Harry, she was looking intently at Ron who was staring at his camera, adjusting the lens.

"Are you bloody ready now?" Ron asked wit a smile, but his tone sounded a bit annoyed.

"Yeah. Let's go." she said as only her and Ron moved. She looked back at Harry and Ginny and raised her eyebrow, "Aren't you coming?"

Ginny tried to control the laughter that was about to burst from her body, but Harry was able to talk. "We can't."

Hermione looked at him, seeing right through his lie, "Okay." What was she supposed to say she couldn't make them come. Harry and Ginny were the only ones who knew how Hermione felt for Ron, and who knows what they would do.

She sighed and her and Ron left. She was surprised when Ron didn't say anything when they didn't come, but didn't care to think much of it. She was nervous enough as is, she didn't need anything else to think about.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked as they seemingly aimlessly paced through the halls.

Ron looked back at Hermione and shrugged his shoulders, , "Ginny told me to take you to the Room of Requirements and there would be all I need there."

Hermione couldn't help but wonder if Ron was truly that naïve. Did he really think that Ginny and Harry had other stuff to do?

It was at this point that Hermione didn't really care; she was going to get to spend time with Ron alone, and that was all that mattered.

"Here we are," Ron announced, after what seemed like hours but was only minutes. Ron walked by it and then opened the door to find a photoshoot area. Ginny and Harry had gone through a lot of trouble to get the room like this. On the far wall, there hung a white sheet and in front of it was a stand with Ron's camera on it. There were a bunch of clothes on the other side of the room and a very spacious couch. Hermione rolled her eyes knowing what Harry and Ginny wanted to happen on that couch. She also couldn't help but blush at the thought of what she and Ron could do on that couch.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, noticing she was blushing a violent red (much like Ron did when he was embarrassed.

"Yes. What would you like me to wear?" she asked him as he walked over to the camera to adjust it.

"Whatever you want is fine," he said barely paying attention to what she was saying.

Hermione walked over to the clothes and gasped. "What, what's wrong?" she heard Ron asked worriedly.

"You should come see this."

"Is it a spider. Hermione, you know I don't like those."

"It's not a bloody spider."

Ron walked over to where Hermione stood and looked at the clothes: it merely consisted of bikinis and lingerie. Ron and Hermione both blushed furiously