Serenity was confused.
'This girl decides to take me camping (sort of), let me share her best friends and this? What the hell? I'm nowhere near perfect, and Ron DOES NOT like me! And if she feels this way, why doesn't she get together with him and get it over with? She said she used to like him, though. So does that mean she's still protective of him even though she doesn't like him? I'm getting confused.'
"I seriously need a girlfriend to talk to." She mumbled into the darkness.
"Hey Serenity, I'm almost a girl, talk to me." Harry said, emerging from his tent. "
Oh my god! Harry, don't ever do that again! You nearly gave me a stroke! And no, I can't talk to you about this kind of stuff." Serenity said.
"You're mad at Hermione, aren't you?" Harry said, quite able to understand girls. "Yeah." Serenity sighed. "What about?" Harry asked, lying down on the ground, looking upwards. "Well…As you can obviously see, Hermione does not like me. I asked her why. She said it was because she used to like Ron and it made her sad when she saw him with me. She thought he liked me. I replied to this by giving her a weird look and rolling my eyes. So she said all this crap about how I was perfect, and she wasn't, and ran off sobbing. What the hell?" Serenity was getting desperate for help. "Ah. So we've come back to this, have we? Okay first let me tell you about the whole 'Hermione/Ron' thing.
Flashback!!
(AN: pretend, okay?) It was fourth year; the Yule ball had finally arrived. Hermione looked stunning. With Viktor, of course. Everyone in the room stared in awe at the graceful butterfly, finally out of its cocoon. But Ron wasn't feeling too great. The entire student body knew Ron's true feelings. He was in love with Hermione. Ron himself didn't even know this. He just knew that when he saw her there, the most beautiful she had ever looked, not with him, it stirred something deep inside of him. Something he didn't know was there and definitely something that wanted to be let out. Ron was immensely jealous. More jealous than he had ever been in his whole life. He wanted Hermione to be with him, not Krum. He wanted to cry and break something at the same time. Poor Ron was stuck staring the entire night, alone. He had to talk to her tonight. And so he did.
"Hermione I…I…love you." He said softly, looking down.
Hermione had the same feelings, but didn't want to admit them. "Ron, I like you too, but I'm…I don't…I can't…It's not…no. I like you, Ron, but I don't love you. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Please?" Hermione whimpered out desperately.
Ron was forcing back the tears now.
"No I don't hate you. Of course not. Ha. So, um, want to back up to the castle?" Ron asked, his head bowed so she wouldn't see the tears.
"Yes, I suppose. I really am sorry, Ron." She replied sighing.
"Lets not talk about it, okay?" Ron's voice cracked on these final words.
"Yes, alright." Hermione answered softly.
End Flashback!!
"Ohhhhh. Okay, at least I understand their relationship now. I think… well anyway, thanks Harry." Serenity said as the first rays of light popped up behind the humongous trees.
"Yeah, no problem. Wow, is it that late…early…whatever it is, already?" He asked no one in particular.
"Yes." Answered Ron, coming out of his tent.
"The early bird gets the worm, I suppose." Serenity murmured.
"But the second mouse gets the cheese." Harry said.
"I suppose. I'm going to bed, then." Serenity was asleep before she hit the pillow.
AN: Hedwig199 pointed out that there wasn't much time for Hermione to figure out-Ahem- for Hermione to guess that Ron liked Serenity. Au contraire my friend. There was plenty of time. There was from oh say, a week ago, to now. Plenty of time. So neener.