Hey guys! This was originally just going to be a one-shot, but after a request from GingerPygmy99, I decided to continue on with this chapter, although this will definitely be the last; unless I somehow get like 100 reviews on this. Anyway, this is from Hermione's POV.

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The days that followed my arrival at the Burrow seemed like any other Summer; except for the fact that my best friends and I were plotting how to kill a wizard with much more experience, power and followers than the three of us had. But other than that, everything was normal.

I has been trying to stay strong and not break down in tears every time I thought about my parents and pictured them packing up my childhood home and moving halfway across the world. Without me. I had been quite successful at doing so, disregarding my first night here. Instead I focused my energy on helping Mrs Weasley and Fleur with preparation for the wedding.

The Order had been in and out quite a lot, trying to devise a plan on how to successfully collect Harry from his Aunt and Uncle's house. Ron and I had a feeling that Lupin suspected we were up to something, though even if he did confront us about it, we had sworn to Harry that we wouldn't tell anyone.

However, Ron seemed to be acting a little odd the last day or two; like he was nervous. Obviously he would be nervous about getting Harry here safely and then heading out on our own, but it was a different kind of nervous. He just wasn't acting like himself.

We were sitting in the lounge room, the fire warming the room trying to disguise the horrible weather outside. Considering it was supposed to be Summer, the weather was crap. I was sitting on the rug, leaning against the couch, reading through a book I'd found in Ginny's room. Ron was in an armchair reading a Quiddich magazine.

Every now and then I felt like someone was watching me, and I'd look up to see Ron quickly glance back to his magazine. A couple of time it seemed like he was about to say something, but then changed his mind.

"I heard what you said the other night," Ron mumbled, partly to himself, without looking up from the article he was reading.

At his words, I froze. What had I said the other night? I couldn't recall saying anything that I didn't think he would have-"

Oh my God!

Wait, that couldn't be right. If he'd heard what I'd said, or what I think he was referring to, surely he would have commented then; not three days later. It was then that it all made sense. That's why he'd been acting so weird. How could I have been so stupid? Ron had heard what I'd whispered as I'd left his room the other night, and now he was acting awkwardly because he didn't feel the same way. Now he probably won't want me to go with him and Harry. Then sending my parents would have been for nothing. He'll probably go and tell the rest of his family, then Ginny will hate me for liking her brother. And Harry will be annoyed 'cause I've mucked up our little trio

"P-pardon?" I stumbled.

"Oh, I just said that I don't remember the Heads playing the other night. Quiddich," Ron clarified, looking up and smiling briefly, his cheeks a little pink.

"Right. Quiddich," I muttered. I suppose there was a possibility that I'd misheard him; but I was almost certain I hadn't.

After that I could no longer concentrate on my reading. I swear I had read the same page about fifty times, and still taken in none of it.

"You alright, Hermione?" Ron asked, obviously having noticed I hadn't turned a page for the last fifteen minutes.

"Oh, yes. I'm fine," I said quickly. "I just thought you said something else, nothing important."

"Funny that," Ron said, laughing quietly.

"Funny?"

Realising I was asking him a question, he looked up and explained, "Oh, it's just that I, you know, thought the exact same thing the other day. A bit funny, really."

Going back to my reading, I could hardly contain my thoughts from jumping out of my throat. If he'd thought he'd misheard me the other day, maybe I had not misheard him just before.

My mind was still whirring later that night when Mrs Weasley called us all in for dinner.

And later again when Ginny was practising different hairstyles for the wedding on me.

And even later still when Ron and I were sitting in his room talking about seeing Harry again tomorrow night.

When it came time to go to bed, and I was walking towards his door, I made a snap decision; one that I had no idea whether I would regret afterwards.

Turning around and looking at him feebly, I whispered, "I may be falling in love with you, Ron Weasley."

Coughing, Ron said, "I – uh – I heard you, just now."

"I know," I replied, the smile on my face too large to hide. "I meant for you to hear."

The last thing I saw before I entered the hall, was Ron's cheeks turn a rosy pink and a smile that would match mine, appearing on his lips.

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There you go, the end! (It is actually the end now). I hope you enjoyed, and remember... REVIEW!

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