Disclaimer: I unfortunately still don't own Harry Potter. But I sincerely thank JK Rowling for bringing her characters into my life.

Ron's POV:

"Thanks, Ron. That really means a lot to me."

What have I done? I am the stupidest person known to man.

I stared at her, comprehending what I had just said. A tear rolled down her cheek. I felt the urge to wipe it away with my thumb but I knew that she would be repulsed by me at the moment. She got up from her chair and ran up to her dormitory where she slammed the door.

Harry looked taken aback. His jaw was nearly on the ground.

"What was that for, Ron? That was completely uncalled for!" he said in complete shock.

I shrugged. I didn't know how to answer Harry at the moment. I could feel the anger radiating out of him now. He had had time to be in shock and I know that he would release his fury onto me. He was Hermione's friend too, after all.

"Ron! What were you thinking?! You can never tell a girl that! Especially not Hermione! She's your friend Ron and she has just as much chance of getting a date to the ball as we do! If not more!" I felt a bit angered by Harry's words, only because they were implying that he may have feelings for Hermione.

Harry did not stop, no, he continued. "No wonder you two always fight! You do everything possible to make her feel terrible! I know, she's told me before!" This, however got me a bit surprised. Hermione talked to Harry about her feelings before? "Why are you so interested in who she is going with anyway, or laughing at her for thinking she'd be able to get a date?" Harry finished, exasperated.

"I know why," said a confident voice behind Harry. He turned around and I saw another familiar red head approach me. Ginny. This was going to be fantastic.

"Ginny? Do you need something?" said Harry politely.

"What I need," she said through gritted teeth, "is to punch my brother." Now I was starting to get scared. I have underestimated Ginny multiple times and she is ten times scarier than Malfoy when she's angry.

I remembered back to the time when I was 7 and she was 6. We were playing happily at the Burrow, Ginny was extremely excited about a new doll our mother had bought her. I asked her for a turn with it and I accidentally dropped the plastic figure. Ginny turned red and ran at me with a wooden spoon she found in the kitchen. Believe it or not, I was bruised for a few days. I now know never to get on Ginny's bad side ever again. So now that she was threatening me, I was feeling very scared.

She pushed past Harry and was no standing directly in front of me. Even though I had a height advantage, her glare send shivers down my spine.

"What did you say to her?!" she roared and silently was grateful that the common room was nearly empty as this would have been very embarrassing.

I tried to act as though I didn't know what she was talking about. "Who?" I said coolly.

"Hermione! She's bawling her eyes out! She somehow put a silencing charm onto her bed which is remarkable in itself. She tried not to let anyone know she was upset but before she could place her charm, the sound of her sobs sounded through the dormitory. She isn't answering to anyone, not even me. So I will ask you once more, what did you say to her?".

Ginny's words made me feel terrible. Hermione was crying because of me. How could I be so stupid? After all the progress that I'd made at the Quidditch World Cup. We were getting along great and it wasn't awkward or anything. Now I have stuffed everything up. Why do I never think before I say stuff?

"I just said that out of me, Harry and Hermione, Harry and I were more likely to get a date than she was…" I said softly, trailing off.

"Way to go, Ron. You tell the girl you like that you think she won't get a date to the dance."

"Well, I never said that she wouldn't, I just inferred that – " Ron stopped dead. Ginny had said that he liked Hermione. "Did you just say that I like Hermione?" he directed to Ginny.

"Well it's true and very obvious, Ron. I see the way that you look at her. How you always try to sit next to her at meal times. How you sometimes play dumb so she can help you with your homework. Ronald, it's a very obvious and you don't do a very good job at trying to hide it either."

I looked to Harry, hoping he would help me out. I sent him a pleading look but he just shrugged.

"She's right, mate. I saw you staring at Hermione the other day when they were telling us about the Yule Ball… or the time on the holidays when you kept giving her those silly grins while she was watching the quidditch final… You don't exactly do a great job of hiding it…" I could see Harry squirming, obviously not knowing how to deal with feelings.

"Honestly guys, I don't know how you formed this conclusion that I fancy Hermione, but I can assure you that I don't. Look, I feel bad about making her cry and I'll try and apologize tomorrow but I don't like Hermione in that way." I tried to reason with them.

Ginny looked amused. "Whatever you say, Ron. But just think about this, why do you think you are so obsessed and worried about who is taking Hermione to the ball." After that, she walked off up to her dormitory. Harry felt like everything had been said and also made his way up to bed.

Ron took this time alone in the common room to ponder what Ginny had said. Why was he so obsessed if Hermione had been asked to the ball or not? Why did he always look at the boys who talked to Hermione, sizing them up to see if they would be a good date for her? Why did he feel a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach when Harry asked her if she had a date or who she was going with?

There was only one answer for it… but he wasn't sure if he was ready to admit it.

Authors note: So what do you think Ron's answer is?! Please give me some other ideas for POV's to include in upcoming chapters! Wow, two updates in one day, I'm getting pretty excited! Also, please give me some ideas for a new story that I would like to start! Read and review! :)