Hermione woke up the next morning, earlier than usual. She got dressed quickly and ran down the stairs excitedly. She took out her quill and thick notebook hidden behind the wall next to the fireplace. She sat down in her favorite chair in the common room and opened her notebook. She smiled, for in the notebook was the short stories that she had written, most of them were of the romance genre of course. They were about the countless ways she was in love with Ron and how they get together. Some were controversial. Some were fantasies. But she loved them all.

Hermione put the quill to her mouth, which tickled the bottom of her lips. She dipped the quill in some ink and wrote her heart out.

The little girl was on the swings, feeling lonlier than ever before. She cried until her eyes became swollen. Her older brother died last week. His name was Timothy, he died in a car accident. He was the one she looked up to.

No, she thought, stop thinking about him. She felt her eyes sting again, honestly, she was tired of crying now.

"What's wrong?" said a voice.

She looked up, a boy was standing there. His red hair was crazy in all directions, she chuckled.

"Why are you laughing?" he asked, slightly offended.

"Your hair," she admitted.

The boy blushed.

The girl smiled. "Do you come here often?"

"Yes." the boy answered.

"Me too."

He smiled, "Then how about tomorrow then?" he asked.

"Is that a date? Are you asking me out?"

"No, I mean on a play date of course!"

The girl giggled. "I'm sorry, I don't make 'play dates' with a boy I don't know."

"Ronald Wesley, nice to meet you."

"Hermione Granger."

"Now you know me, can you go an a da- play date with me tomorrow?"

Hermione nodded.

"Yes!" he screamed.

"What are you doing 'Mione?" said a voice.

Please not be Ron, she thought as she quickly shut her notebook and turned around, fortunately, it was Harry.

"Don't scare me like that you prat!" she said almost yelling, "and what I am doing is none of your business."

Harry snatched her notebook and flipped through it, "Hermione, your writing is amazing!" he complemented.

She blushed red.

Harry looked at her expression. Cute, he thought.

"I'm gonna talk to Ginny today," Hermione finally said.

Harry stopped and put the notebook down. He smiled at his friend, "Thank you," he said.

Hermione was nervous... really nervous.

Ginny was sitting next to her in the library, she decided to ask her friend right about this time. But what should she say? Oh, Ginny I almost forgot Harry Potter is in love with you and wants to know what you think of him?

"Something wrong 'Mione?" Ginny asked.

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts, "Well, there is something..."

"What is it?"

"Harry likes you..."

Ginny was wide eyed. Hermione was surprised at what she had just said.

"I-I like him too."

"Why did you need to see me Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Harry..." Hermione started, "I talked to Ginny today."

Harry suddenly got excited, "What did she say?"

"She likes you too," she said.