A/N: I really hope this story comes out the way I expect. I really wanted to do a Ron/Hermione story and I can't wait to continue adding chapters. PLEASE read and review. I need some motivation for this one I think. It's a bit different than I'm used to. I really hope you enjoy the first chapter, suggestions are welcome. Happy reading!

June 20

I hate having do work, reading and writing included. Why in the world am I even writing in this stupid thing? I'm not the type to keep a journal, I'd much rather sit around and be a "lazy git" as Ginny would say. Well I picked up the bloody thing this morning and figured I'd give it a shot. Hermione must have given it to me ages ago and I never used it. I guess it would be a good way to say anything I want to without getting my head taken off by mum, or Hermione when the school year comes around again. None of the guys at Hogwarts would expect me to keep a journal, so they wouldn't go looking for one right? That means I could put anything at all in here and it would never be revealed to any of the prats who managed to be sorted into Gryffindor. I HAD to be sorted into Gryffindor. I'm a Weasley. If you ask me, they should have just shoved me in Hufflepuff. Nobody treats me like a brave and intimidating lion, that's for damn sure. Probably because whenever I see a spider I start to shake and my voice goes all squeaky and I look like a wimpy first year. They think I'M the pathetic one, if only the whole common room could witness Seamus making-out with his stuffed hippo in the middle of the night moaning "Lavender! Oh Lavender!". Every guy has dreams, but if I were Seamus I would stick to dreaming about my girlfriend. If Paravati ever found out that her boyfriend has been shouting her best friend's name in his sleep since 3rd year, I bet she'd be a bit more concerned.

So what do people write in these things anyway? Maybe I should just start talking about the Burrow... or something. Well, we got sent home from school for the summer not too long ago. I haven't done much since then, so I can basically remember the whole chaotic event of getting off the train. My feet are still too big and clumsy to support the thick head on my shoulders, at least Hermione says I have a thick head, and I tripped over Neville's trunk and sent Trevor flying onto Neville's Grandma's hat. I had to apologize forever because she threatened to get rid of the stupid toad and Neville was nearly in tears. Harry disappeared pretty quick, I heard that some members of the order had a few words with the Dursleys before he headed out though. Thank god for that, I was beginning to formulate a plan to get Harry out of there without mum knowing. She keeps going on about it being of "utmost importance for Harry to stay with his relatives. You'll see him eventually, he'll be around this summer". Yeah, sure mum, Harry will be around Grimmauld Place where he'll be so miserable that no one will be able to say two words to him without getting spit on. I can understand perfectly Harry having so much pent up anger, I'd be bloody pissed, but I'm not mad at Harry. I'm mad about not knowing what the hell is going on anytime, anywhere, with anyone. Something is obviously not quite right for Harry, and I'd like to at least have an idea what that is. Maybe then I could start fulfilling my role as best friend and not feel so much like a damn tag-along.

But, then again, when ever is Ron Weasley taken notice of? I'm not the smartest Weasley, I'm not the best Quidditch player, I can't turn in any assignments of time, I can't even cause mischief without screwing it up! God knows I'm not a girl magnet. Are you supposed to say all this in a journal? I have no idea but I'll stop here before someone finds out I'm human...

"Stop trying to tie that thing to Pig's leg for god sake! Can you not see the stupid owl won't cooperate?" Ron yelled across the room to a struggling and impatient Ginny.

"I just wanted to send a letter off to Colin. He sent me some really good photos of me playing quidditch as replacement seeker and I wanted to thank him. Pig usually likes me, I don't get it," Ginny explained continuing to lunge at the pint-sized bird.

"You have to feed him first or else he'll peck at you. He's been in a funk for a few days now," Ron stated refilling a bowl of seed.

"Well maybe you should give him something to do Ron! Why haven't you sent out any of the letters you've been writing?" Ginny asked, clearly frustrated as the slight flush of her cheeks indicated.

"What letters? I still haven't gotten replies from the last letters I wrote," Ron responded and stroked Pig's feathers.

" I've seen you! You've been scribbling like mad for awhile now. I just assumed you were writing to someone since you never pick up a quill for anything else," Ginny informed him and tied her letter to the leg of the now calm and ready owl.

"Well, I've actually been doing some summer homework. I know it's not like me, but I figured I'd get some of it done so McGonagall doesn't kick me out of her Newt class," Ron lied and folded his arms across his chest to signal he wasn't willing to discuss it any further.

Ginny shrugged and turned away from the window pane. Ron sighed and ran a hand through his shaggy red hair. Keeping a journal would be just a little more difficult than he had previously assumed, but now that he had written once... he felt compelled to do it again.

June 23

There must be some Weasley intelligence in me somewhere because I've managed to trick my mother into doing magic for me. After finding out that Ginny was watching my every move, I decided it was too risky to be found writing in my journal during the summer holidays. Eventually they'll know something's up, I don't exactly have any proof that I've been working on my studies. I actually thought long and hard about a way to keep writing, and I finally figured out what to do. Brilliant really, Hermione would be proud. At least, of the charms work. Fred and George would be a bit more excited about how things came about. Anyway, I pretended that I had injured my hand practicing Quidditch with Charlie (who's visiting by the way!), and acted pretty upset and moped whenever mum was around. Eventually she had to ask me what was wrong. I told her I was dead set on writing a letter to Harry who I was extremely worried about (sorry for using you mate!) And that there was no way that I'd be able to write with a bum hand. So, of course, I asked her if she could work a charm for me so that I could write the letter by speaking aloud. All I have to do is say whatever it is I want written and the words appear on the paper. I gave her my journal which "I decided to use the thing for paper, bloody crime to waste it, isn't it?" and she worked it for me. I never had to lift a finger, literally.

I've decided that keeping a journal means that I have to get everything off my chest right from the start and it will be easier to continue. So... I like Hermione. I may never write that ever again, I don't think I can bring myself to, but now it's out of my head and onto paper and I won't sound strange when I mention her in any more than friendly way.

I seem even more like a loony now. Instead of me scribbling away, I'm talking to myself in an empty room. If anyone were to hear they'd think I'd completely lost it. I probably have for writing this thing up in the first place. I'll end this here and head out to practice quidditch. It might build up some of the self-esteem I've thrown out the window. Or worsen the situation, depending on whether or not I have to listen to "Weasley is Our King" from Luna who's decided to spend today with Ginny. Curse me into oblivion, it sounds far better than the burrow.

"I swear Fred, he's off his rocker!" George whispered to his twin as they watched Ron drag his broom out into the backyard.

"Talking to himself, eh? Well that's not too unusual, but seeing as it's Ron, I have no doubt that some sort of teenage angst has stricken," Fred commented massaging his chin as if interested.

" Well you investigate his room then, while I talk to mum about his assorted issues.." George said, nudging Fred into Ron's tiny bedroom and heading down the stairs.

" You don't honestly expect me to explore the inner workings of Ronniekins alone? Get in here quick and stop talking so loud!" Fred demanded and pulled his brother up the stairs and into the room.

"Alright, alright keep your trousers on! I'll help. I'm just not a Chuddley Cannons fan, that's all it was," George whispered and flashed a grin.

"This was too easy. You'd think he'd have some common sense somewhere in that head of his," Fred said and shook his head sadly.

"Well, he is a Weasley," George replied and chuckled.

"True, even the smart ones can't figure out what common sense is for, look at Percy for god sakes!" Fred stated and pretended to moan in agony.

"Don't let mum catch you talking about him. She'll send us off to live in the shop," George warned and watched as Fred picked up a small maroon book off the floor.

"Yeah yeah. Anyway, lets have a looksie," Fred mumbled and scanned the page quickly with a lopsided grin. George followed suit and soon the two boys were bursting with laughter.

"Bless his little heart. I say we perform an act of charity," George announced and pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Wait a minute, I know we can be pretty sly when we want to be, but he finally has something to put time into... like us and our shop. Maybe we shouldn't interfere with this one," Fred said hesitantly. George remained frozen in his spot, a blank look upon his face. Fred pulled his wand out in front of him and grinned.

"Or you know... we can," he added with a shrug.

June 25

Hermione Granger. I can't stand her, but I can't stand not being around her at the very same time. The reason I bring this up is because very soon she will be joining us at the burrow, and from there to the headquarters of the order. I've known her since first year, and I know I said I wouldn't say a certain phrase again... but I will go through everything I can right now so that all information is covered. When it happened, why it happened, and what I think about the whole bloody thing.

When we met we immediately did not get along. She was an insufferable know-it-all, and I was a giant prat. We were both the good friends of Harry Potter, famous wizard though he was completely clueless at first. We became friends and went through a hell of a lot together.

When did it start? I would have to say around 4th year for me. The feelings were always there, but I was too stupid to figure it out until then. I pissed her off royally and I paid for it. Oh, I paid for it. She went after Viktor Krum and left me dancing with someone I didn't care for at all. I knew Hermione was a girl! The only reason I hadn't asked her to the ball was because she was the only girl I was afraid of getting rejected by. My logic has always been off, so I can't really blame her for not understanding.

Why did it happen? I don't know, and I wish everyday that someone would explain it to me. I still haven't told Hermione anything.

Hermione Granger, why do you have to be so damn appealing?? AND NOT EVEN KNOW IT!!?? How can you not see how completely insane you make me? I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GENIUS! You have to know that when you bite your lip I'm watching you very closely. And when I yell at you, I don't have any hatred in my eyes at all. YOU'VE MADE ME GO ALL MUSHY AND CRAZY. I give up. You win. Can I please just kiss you now?

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Hermione Granger slipped into bed and thought about how very close she was to seeing the Weasley's again, especially Ron. All summer she had been thinking about the events of her years at Hogwarts. How could spending time in the muggle world even make sense anymore? She was a witch, and she belonged where that carried her. But how do you say that to two dentists who just happened to give birth to you?

Her eyes closed after a moment or so and her body slowly succumbed to slumber. But as her breathing lightened and her thoughts began to slip away, her mind dropped her in the middle of a dream...

"When did it start? I'd have to say around fourth year for me. The feelings were always there, but I was just too stupid to figure it out until then," Ron said as Hermione and he sat alone in the Gryffindor common room.

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked, shaking just slightly.

" God Hermione, how can you not see how insane you make me? You're a genius! You have to at least know that when you're working on your papers and you bite your lip, I'm watching you closely because I can't look away," Ron explained and moved in a bit closer to where she was seated.

"I never thought... that you might have... I always assumed that you just... wanted my help with... work and..." Hermione stammered glued to her seat.

"I noticed you were a girl Hermione. I just didn't ask you right away because I feared getting rejected by you most," he told her and placed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"I wouldn't have! I wouldn't have..." Hermione mumbled, feeling his hand brush up against her skin.

"I know we fight constantly 'Mione, but when I yell at you... I don't have any hatred in my eyes at all. I don't want to fight you anymore. I give up. You win," Ron stated, and leaned in a bit closer.

"We don't always fight... I didn't think that you hated me...I just..." Hermione whimpered and steadied herself with a hand against his chest.

"Can I please just kiss you now?" he asked in a whisper. Hermione had only begun to nod when she felt his lips touch hers softly, and just for a brief instant.

Back at the burrow, Ron Weasley woke in a sweat and threw his journal against the wall.