Helloooooo, I decided to continue this story, not only because some of you asked for it, but because I do have some more ideas. So I hope you like it. Feel free to comment.

And now let's see how it's going on. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Nothings mine.


Hermione was rising the stairs still deep in thoughts. Somehow it felt not real, but on the other hand it does. Weird. Her heart jumped with each step she climbed higher, her hands were moist, her stomach did always small somersaults. Mrs. Weasley had called after her, that there would be dinner soon. How could she eat now? No, that was impossible. Never again would she get a bite down. Her stomach was still quite busy with other things. Such a feeling of happiness Hermione had never experienced before. She could not imagine to feel any other way ever again.


A sudden loud creaking brought Hermione back to reality. Slightly disoriented, she looked around.

'God, Hermione, you've gone too far.' the young witch thought. In fact, Hermione was already half way into the top floor, where Ron's room was. Puzzled, she looked at the door, which was slammed loudly not long ago. Once again, in thought, she tried to recall the last dispute. But she couldn't quite remember what it was about. In the end, it was not important. Ron liked her too. The pictures had shown it clearly. Ron liked her. Her. Hermione. Once again, her heart mad a skip. Not an hour ago, such thought was far far away. Even laughable. But her dreams seemed to be fulfilled. At least they were now within reach.


On the other side of the door were Ron and Harry. While Harry sat at the small desk in the corner trying to read something, Ron was lying on his bed gasping all the time.

"Ron, for the last time. Stop it." Harry flipped annoyed a page in his book.

"What? I've said nothing." responded Ron not less annoyed.

"Your constant sniffing and snorting is no better."

With a quiet 'thump' Harry closed his book. It was senseless indeed to read as long as his best friend was trying to get his attention. Harry knew Ron long enough to know that his friend would never say what was on his mind, he was required to ask the right questions. Slowly he turned his chair towards the bed and looked Ron directly in the eye.

"What is it?"

Now that Harry was listening, Ron turned on his back and looked extensively at the ceiling. "Nothing."

"Oh, then 'ahh' and 'umph' mean nothing." His eyes narrowed into small slits. "Is it about Hermione? "

"Why is that? Why should it be about her?" Ron looked at Harry defiantly.

"Well, to see you in that mood, it would be my first thought. It's not about her?"

"For your information, the world does not turn around Hermione."

"Then what is your problem?"

"She ..."

"Ha."

"Argh!" Ron tore his pillow from under his head and pressed it to his face, only to throw it on the floor shortly thereafter. "Sometimes she drives me crazy."

Rolling his eyes, Harry asked. "What was it this time?"

"Oh, how should I know? Something bothered her - again. Sometimes I really think ..." Ron didn't continue. His ears were slightly red, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"What? What do you think? "Harry had difficulties to follow his friend.

"Oh nothing ..." Suddenly Ron regretted to have ever brought up the subject. Actually, he didn't want to talk about it. At least not in that way. Harry was his best friend, but Hermione was his best friend too, so it felt not right to reveal himself to him.

Harry was quite sure of what was going on in Ron's head and he was relieved that 'that' talk didn't seem to come up. Long ago he had felt this tension between his two best friends. But he didn't wanted to get in the middle. Every time he and Ron were alone, he was afraid of a love confession with possible requests for advice. What should he say? First, he himself was not very experienced in such matters, and secondly, it was about Ron and Hermione. He could not really imagine how the two were holding hands or even... kissing. Harry looked one last time to his friend.

"You're o.k.?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Ok" Harry turned back to the desk and opened his book again.


Hermione had difficulties not to run to Ron and to confess her undying love for him. She never would have thought that she would even think of such old-fashioned phrases. But now everything was different. Her life had changed completely. Everything she had missed so far, could come true. Now, she no longer needed to look enviously at other girls who cling lovingly to their boyfriends. Now, all that she could have on her own. And much more. She knew that what she could have with Ron was not only a simple relationship. Nevertheless, they were both relatively young, she was sure this would be for eternity. And another of those phrases. Finally she could no longer resist. Why wait?

'Yes, why wait? Right now you should take every opportunity to become happy. Which means, to confess your feelings to him.' Hermione took a deep breath. This was certainly no easy matter, but what could go wrong?

'I'll go to him, look him in the eye and say what I feel for him.'


Ron, on the other side of the door, took a deep breath too. He had to try to get a clear head again. How did Hermione always manage to push his buttons? It took her less than a few words to upset him. Although he knew the real reason, he tried to deny it. His feelings for her run deeper than for any other person. He liked her. No, that's not it. He was in love. With Hermione, his best friend. Therefore, everything she said made him miserable, just because her words meant more than anything else. But she didn't know that. How could she? Never would he say a word, at least not till it was clear to him, that she felt the same way. But she would never do such thing, would she? He was a nobody. Not rich, not very smart, he had almost nothing to offer. It grieved him. She would never fall in love with him. Never, about that he was sure. Since the first change in his feelings, he knew that it was pointless to think about a future with her. That's the actual reason, why he was upset now. The dispute was long forgotten, no longer an issue for him. Now it only went back to his unrequited feelings for Hermione. But it could not go on like this.

'I can't stand it anymore.' Ron thought sadly. 'This stupid feelings have to disappear. She will never see more than just a good friend in me. I should forget about it, otherwise, there won't be a friendship either. I don't think she appreciates the fights as well. And I have no desire to fight all the time too. I have to forget about her, then at least our friendship has a chance.' Ron noticed a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt, as though someone was lying on him. His breathing became hard, his heartbeat was apparently slower. It felt as if he had been kissed by a Dementor and any sense of happiness had left his body. But it was the only right way. Only if he would let go of the thought of Hermione, he could be happy in the long term. That was for sure.

'I will go to her, apologize and let it go. We are friends and that's it.'


Just when Hermione had reached the landing, the door opened to Ron's room. Both she and her counterpart paused a moment. Their eyes met. Several seconds passed. Then both breathed markedly.

"Ron ..."

"Hermione ..."


I hope it's worth to continue... tell me! See you, Quen