She was in a tunnel, a pitch black tunnel. Evil whispers surrounded her, taunting and teasing. Her body felt as though it had been frozen solid. She felt no warmth, no love. All the sudden, bright, inviting light started glowing at the end of the tunnel. She tried to run toward it, but her feet wouldn't move. She felt something crawling up her legs. She looked down to see a red creature, whose vibrant yellow eyes shone with death, fear, and pain.

"You have denied your love to long, miss. Granger. Now you will be one of use. The ones who forgot the people they cared for. You will be one of us…" Hissed the hideous creature.

The Creature gave a scream, and soon, Hermione was covered with more of them. Pulling her hair, pinching her ears, clawing at her skin.

"NO! STOP! GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed. "SOMEONE! HELP!"

At that Moment, the light seemed to walk toward her. It's fierce shine now a warm glow surrounding a figure. Hermione recognized the person.

Ron.

As Ron approached, the Demons fell off of Hermione. He stuck out his hand, waiting for Hermione to take it. He was her Savior. Her glowing angel.

"Ron…" Hermione took his warm hand. He didn't speak.

He guided her through the dark tunnel, which was now being lit by Ron's light. When they reached the end, they were standing in a meadow, filled with beautiful flowers, fluttering butterflies, and singing birds. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Ron led her here, Away from the cold dark, and into the fuzzy warmth of happiness. Hermione began to feel tears starting to swell up in her eyes.

"Ron I have to tell you something." She looked up into his deep blue eyes. She noticed he was smiling, showing his perfect teeth. Hermione blushed a dark pink. "I think I love-"


Someone began to shake Hermione.

"Hermione! Hermione, get up! We're going to miss breakfast!" Shouted Ginny, slapping Hermione in the face.

Hermione sprung to life and sat upright in her bed in a split second. "You Ron!" She shouted.

"What in bloody hell are you talking about Hermione?! Get dressed! We have like, ten minutes until breakfast!"

Hermione looked around. What had happened to her meadow, where she was standing next to Ron? Realizing it was a dream, she got up out of bed and put on her Hogwarts uniform, ready for her first day back, which started with breakfast. She decided to leave her curly hair the way it was. Her mom and Dad had decided to buy Hermione a giant set of make-up for her 14th birthday, (Hermione said it was a waste of their money, but deep down, she did want to look pretty just in case she finally got a boyfriend this year.) so she put on a bit of pink blush and a touch of shimmery lip gloss, just for a little affect. She Hurried out the door and traveled down the hall with Ginny at her side.

"Wow Hermione! You look nice." Said Ginny.

"Thanks. My stubborn parents bought it…" Hermione blushed.

"So, Hermione, what was with that whole 'You Ron' thing back there in our room? Having a nightmare?" Ginny giggled. "Seeing Ron's face in my dreams would scare the shit out of me too!"

Hermione blushed even darker. She wouldn't really call it a nightmare…

Should I tell her? Hermione thought to herself. She decided that she could, and told Ginny about the dream.

"What?" said Ginny in shock, her hand covering her mouth. "Hermione, this is a sign. You can't deny that."

"I know. Ginny," Hermione sighed. "I think I love him."

Ginny seemed unsurprised. "Well it's about time you figured it out! This is wonderful! You're going to the dance with your love Ron, and I'm going with Harry." Ginny sighed. "It's like a fairytale…"

Hermione stopped in her tracks. She was going to the dance with Ron. Her best friend who she just figured out she had a crush on. What was she going to do at breakfast? This was going to be so awkward for her…What about the dance? What will she do? What will she say? WHAT WILL SHE WEAR!?!?

Ginny rolled her eyes and went behind Hermione to push her toward the great hall an inch away. "Come on." Said Ginny laughing.

When the two girls entered the Great hall, everyone seemed to have turned their heads to see the new, prettied-up Hermione Granger. Hermione quickened her pace, along with Ginny who was sending looks to anyone who whistled at Hermione. Ginny sent at least 50 looks.

Ginny sat next to George and Harry, and Hermione sat next to Ron.

"Hey Hermione. Good Morn-" Ron looked up from his homework he was supposed to get done over the summer break. "Wow." He said, his eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his head.

Hermione giggled. "Wow? Is that good or bad?"

"Um, uh, you-you look, um really, um, nice to-today…" Said Ron blushing a deep red, which made him appear the color of a lobster.

"Hermione and Ronald, sitting in the astronomy tower, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" sang George and Fred.

"Shut up!" both Ron and Hermione said at the same time.

"Thanks Ron." Hermione whispered in his ear.

"No problem." Ron whispered back. His warm, minty breath sent shivers down her spin.

"So, Hermione, what classes are you taking?" asked Harry.

Hermione came back down to earth. "Oh, um, Astronomy, Defense Against Dark Arts, Potions, Ancient Ruins, History of magic, Charms, Transfiguration, and Herbology."

"Oh! Harry and I are doing half those classes! We'll see you in Defense Against Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology, and," Ron gave a grunt. "Stupid potions..."

Suddenly, a cool, calm voice spoke. "What did you say Ronald Weasley? Well, 25 points from Gryffindor, for insulting my class." Said Professor Snape, who seemed to have been enjoying himself. "Not a very good way to start the year, I must add." He then eyed Ginny and Hermione, then walked away.

Dumbledore gave his usual back to school speech, and then the giant breakfast feast began.

After they finished their wonderful meal, Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off to their first class, Charms.

When the three reached Professor Flitwick's charms class room and took their seats, They noticed they had this class with the Slytherins.

"Damn it. Draco is here." Said Hermione under her breath. Ron seemed to hear her, because he became very stiff and clutched his fists.

It was as if Draco had extrasensory hearing, because he started strutting up to the crew, Crabe and Goyle right behind him. "Well, if it isn't the mudblood. Trying to look pretty for once?" Draco said coolly. He lowered his head down to her height. "I hate to tell you but, you're still the ugliest damn thing I've ever seen!" He laughed in her face before straightening up next Crabe and Goyle.

I knew it was a waste. I'm going to be stuck this ugly forever. No one will ever want to be my boyfriend. I'm the most hideous girl in the whole school! Hermione thought. She could feel her eyes filling with water.

"One more word Malfoy." Said Ron, standing up. Hermione saw the veins on his neck were popping out, a fire burning in his crystal blue eyes.

"Oh, So the weasel fell in love with the ugly duck?" Draco continued his annoying, mocking laugh.

"MALFOY! INSULT HERMIONE AGAIN AND YOU'RE DEAD!" Ron looked ready to kill. Hermione put a hand on Ron, pulling him back down into his chair.

"Ron, it's okay. Just ignore him…" Hermione said, forcing a smile and holding back the tears.

"Aw, how sweet! The two numb-nuts are in love." Said Draco.

That was the last straw.

Ron stood up, grabbed Malfoy's shirt and punched him supper hard in the face. Crabe and Goyle were in shock, but not as much as Hermione.

"Hermione is a hundred times smarter than you'll ever be! Next time you say something about Hermione, you'll get more than a punch in the face!" Ron Shouted, standing over a quivering Draco Malfoy. As Ron turned to go back to his seat, he looked over his shoulder and murmured something, and blushed. It seemed he was trying to hide his voice from Hermione. "And for your information, Hermione is the most beautiful girl at Hogwarts…" Hermione blushed, and pretended not to hear him.

Really? He thinks I'm beautiful? Ron… She thought, feeling herself fill with what seemed like bubbles of happiness.

"Ronald Weasley, You will be joining Mr. Filch for detention…again" Said Professor Flitwick, not even looking at the boys. "And ten points for Gryffindor. Good hit…"

Ron groaned. Hermione felt bad. It was her fault.

Draco and his thugs fled to their desks, shaking.

Hermione realized something, Ron had been working out! Last time she saw him, he was still small and not very muscular. Now, he was supper strong, muscles chiseled into his arms. Hermione wondered if he had a six-pack…

When the class was over, Hermione waved good-bye To Ron and Harry, and fled to her Ancient Ruins classroom. The whole time she was in class, she was thinking about her next class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Ron.