Note: I don't own Harry Potter. ---Only disclamer I'll put in here. They're bothersome and this is Nothing but the writing and the plotlines belong to us anyways. So, I'll put them at the beginning of each story, but not in all of them. So! Enjoy my fanfic.

-1Chapter 1-The door

"MUM! I TOLD YOU I WANT MY GREEN JUMPER, NOT MY BLUE!!!" a shout issued two floors below, making a boy grunt in his sleep and jerk awake. He sat bolt up right his eyes wide with terror.

"DON'T hurt...me…? Hu? Where did the spiders go?" the boy said confusedly. He looked around and got up, rubbing his blue eyes. The boy walked over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of pants and a nice shirt. He slipped his pants on, stumbling a bit in the process, and then slipped on his shirt, messing up his red hair. He began to think, not realizing where his mind was wondering off to.

The red head boy walked out of his room and headed down the long staircase to the living room. When he reached the bottom of the staircase he found his sister sitting on the couch. "Hey Ron," she said sounding bored.

"What's the matter with you?" said Ron plumping down beside her, his mind still wandering elsewhere.

"What do you think? I'm bored!" The girl said leaning back in her seat and staring up at the sealing. She did look quite bored, though Ron had his mind on other things, and people. The girl looked at her brother a knowing look planted on her face.

"Nervous about Hermione coming over?" she asked him.

"No I am not nervous!" he said stubbornly. 'Am I?' he added silently. 'Oh god, I am nervous, but...why? I don't like Hermione...do I?' his heart thumped in his chest.

"Ron, I know that you like her…" his sister said. Ron gave her a stern look.

"I do NOT like Hermione!!!" He shouted. 'What if I'm lying, and why am I so...'

"Anyways Ginny, if I did like her and I told her, she'd hate me." He looked down at his knees. 'Maybe that wasn't true, what if Hermione liked me, and I'm just throwing her away?'

"So you do like her then?" asked Ginny staring at him. 'Oh no, I think I like her...But, so what if I like her? I mean, she's only my best friend...Oh great that makes it even worse!' Unwanted thoughts ran through his mind, and more continued, 'I love her...' He stared, realizing what he just thought.

"Um, Ron?" Ron looked up realizing Ginny had been watching him expectantly. He nodded, thinking it was ok if his sister knew. Though, he wasn't too sure. There was a knock at the door and Ron stared.

"She's not supposed to be here yet!" he whispered." I'm not even ready for her!" Ron rushed over to the window and peaked through the material. Ron sighed and walked over to the door opened it and stood as Mrs. Weasley walked through the door holding dresses in her hand. The dresses were gold; Ron figured they were for Ginny and Gabrielle. Ginny gasped and walked over to her mother and snatched the dress up holding it up to her body, it was knee length, and looked as though it would squeeze here guts out.

"Mum, I think Ginny's dress needs looking over..." said Ron looking his sister up and down, she frowned at him.

Ginny walked over to her mother and grabbed the other dress saying, "Ron, I grabbed the wrong dress you prat!" she knocked into him and placed the other dress over her body, this one was ankle length, and looked as though it would fit her perfectly. "See I told you!" she said grinning.

"Now, go hang it up, I don't want it to get wrinkled..." Mrs. Weasley ordered.

"Yes, mum," said Ginny holding her dress in front of her and looking it up and down. As she walked up the stairs he heard her say things like, "Can't wait to show Harry", "I hope he likes it" and "Hope Ron doesn't get angry..." Ron shook his head.

"Ron dear, go comb your hair, its too messy, and get some shoes on, then you can come and eat, you're staring to look like Harry..." Her voice began fading as she walked into the kitchen. Ron walked up the stairs to the bathroom and grabbed up his comb, thinking deeply about Hermione.

"I hope we get along ok..." Ron thought allowed, and started to comb his hair. "I wonder if she's changed much...I hope I can finally tell her about my feelings...What if she doesn't like me in that way...Maybe she might hate me!!!" as Ron said these things, his eyes grew wider from fright. "What if she's already found someone! I have to tell her EVERYTHING!" he said slamming his comb down.

There was a rapping at the door and Ron heard his mother opening the door and saying, "Oh hello!" Ron swore under his breath, then stopped listening hard, trying to find out who it was. "How was work?" She asked. It was obviously Ron's father, Arthur. He let out a deep sigh and opened his bathroom door and walked up to his room, closing the door behind him.

Ron grabbed up his shoes, sat down on his bed and put them on. Ron got up and headed for the door, just as the door rapped again. He dashed down the stairs, and pushed past Ginny and opened the door slightly.

Alright. This is my first Fan Fic. It's Harry Potter. (No wai! Lol.) But uhm, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, this is an old story I wrote way long ago and stuff, so pelase inform me if there are any puntuation errors or spelling errors