A/N: Sorry, I think this chapter is really crappy. It's even shorter than the first chapter. I think I'm coming down with writers block *sigh*
And, another thing, I'm getting really annoyed. People are adding this to their alert list and their favorite list, and that's greta, but I want REVIEWS! If I don't get reviews, I'm not going to be motivated, and I'm not going to be able to get anymore chapters out. I think that's part of why this one sucks. It's because of the lack of reviews. If you want this story to be continues, REVIEW. It makes me think no one likes it when they don't review. And a special thanks to Jazzgirl123 who HAS been reviewing. Thanks!

The following weeks were slow and dragging. Harry wouldn't talk to Hermione until she told him what was wrong. It seemed that she wasn't planning on doing that anytime soon. Hermione was just as stubborn as Harry was.

Harry didn't know what to do. It was a strange feeling, having Hermione out of his life. Of course, she wasn't really out of his life. She was in his classes, he saw her in the Common Room, and sat near her in the Great Hall. Of course, the only person really talking during their meals was Ron. And he was very confused. Harry could tell Ron didn't know what to do when his two best friends were fighting, or rather, not speaking.

The thing is, Harry knew he probably talk to Hermione to end all of this childish stuff, right now even, but he was scared. He didn't want to push her any further away.

They were both suffering from the separation. Sure, they didn't just die away with their friendship. They still talked, laughed, ate.

Now it is a Friday night, two weeks since Harry confronted Hermione.

Ron was starting to get suspicious.

Harry is sitting on his bed. He's looking at the Marauders Map without really seeing. Not until he sees the name "Hermione Granger". She's in the library. Harry didn't want to remember the last time he saw Hermione in the library. He tried to look away from her name, but his eyes kept drifting over, to watch her sitting motionlessly, or, sometime moving through the library to collect another book. He sighed as Ron walked into the room.

"Out with it, mate," Ron said, staring at Harry hard.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, getting himself some more extra time to think of a reasonable answer.

"You know! You and Hermione, something happened between the two of you! Why don't you just talk to her? What happened anyway?" Ron asked, exasperated.

Harry was about to lie and say it was nothing, but he felt like telling the truth. "The truth, Ron?" Harry asked, looking down at the Marauders Map again.

"I expect my best mate to tell me the truth," Ron said. He's calmed down.

"Well, where to start?" Harry said, taking a breath. "I guess the cause of this. Well, I really don't know what's up with Hermione. She just hasn't talked to me since I ignored her lecturing me," At the last minute, Harry lost his nerve and he decided against telling Ron of his feelings for Hermione.

"That's not it. I know you're close with Hermione, but you haven't been acting right," Ron said. Could he really see through him that easily?

"Guess I haven't," Harry muttered.

"I thought I was getting the truth, mate," Ron walked over to Harry, clasping a hand on his shoulder.

Harry sighed. "Well, I sort of… Fancy Hermione," Fancy was an understatement.

Ron was quiet for a moment before saying quietly, "I knew it, I always knew Harry Potter would get the girl I wanted…" It sounded as if he was talking to himself, rather than to Harry.

"But she likes you, not me," Harry said.

"She fancies you!" Ron said.

"How do you know? I'm positive she fancies you!" Harry said, and to anyone else this would be hilarious to look in on. They both wanted Hermione to like them but they were fighting that she liked the other.

"It's you mate," Ron said again.

"No! You!" Harry said. Ron laughed finally bringing an end to their little bickering. "What's so funny?" Harry asked, insulted.

"You really can't see it?" Ron asked, laughing even more.

"See what?" Harry asked, now interested.

"That she's so bloody in love with you!" Ron said. He was settling down from his laugh attack from the moments previous.

"In love… With me?" Harry asked.

Ron just nodded, and said "Go to her," Harry took a few seconds to actually comprehend what Ron had said. Then, he was up on his feet, running out of the room. Today was the day. Today is finally the day, Harry thought with a smile.

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