i'm a terrible terrible terrible person. how can i not update? i feel bad. if you reader that hates misspelled words and bad puctuation, you probably shoudn't read this. well you see i have a new laptop computer,and i don't have microsoft word installed in it. i am so sorry for not updating. i am soooooooo going to make sure this chapter is longer than the last two. not a couple of sentences longer, a couple of paragraphs is more like it. that to my reviewers i say thank you. some reviewers i mean. some people flamed me! the nerve. this is my first fanfic that ever had been posted by me, i mean cut me some slake. here you go, the next chapter, RON'S TURN.
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Ron was just saying good bye to the girls. They were just leaving for the bridal shower at the lake. He went to the kitchen and saw Ginny looking in the cupboards for something.

"Hey Gin?" Ron asked.

"Yeah?" She answered distractedly

"Shouldn't you be leaving?"

"Yes," She hissed, "But I can't find my other earring."

"Look in your other hand."

She did just that and found her earing in her hand. She looked kind of surprised.

"Oh. Thank you, Ron."

"Whatever, just leave, alright?" He said tiredly.

"Whats it with you today? You seem so anxious."

'Of course, anxious to get my hands on that laphop.' he thought.

"It's nothing, Ginny."

"Alright." She left without saying anymore to him. he waited until she finally left, then ran to Ginny's room and started looking for the laptop. After a half an hour of searching, he found it under Ginny's mattress.

"Finally. Now, how to open this..." He found the switch that he saw Hermione push and also pushed on it. Without warning, the laptop flew open.

'Strange.' he thought. And much to his pleasure, it already was on a fanfiction. 'Maybe Hermione was looking at this before she left.'

He scrolled down and stopped, not wanting to read the whole thing. He had stopped to a part that caught hes eye.

"Ronald Weasley! Victor and I are friends and nothing more than that!"

"Yeah? Well you sure act like it!" he said sarcastically.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hermione demanded.

"You know exactly what i mean." Ron retorted.

"Is that so?"

"As a matter of fact, yes."

"Fine then." She started to storm upstairs to her dorm when Ron grabbed her by the wrist ad turned her to face him.

"Look Hermione, I'm sorry. It's just that when you mention Krum, I get, well, you know..."

"No I don't Ron, why don't you tell me?" she snapped.

"I get jealous, alright?! I mean, he's the one that got to go with you to the ball not ME. For all I know, He's probably already snogged you." He exclaimed.

"What are you trying to say Ron?" She whispered as she took a step forward.

"I'm trying to say that I, that I c-care about you." Then Hermione opened her eyes widely and replied,

"I really care about you, too Ron." They both leaned in and then--

Ron closed the laptop.

"Rubbish! Absolute rubbish, me and and Hermione? Utterly stupid mental people they are. I don't even like her that way! And even if I did, I know she wouldn't like me like that. She'll probably want a guy who's rich and strong and who's good at quidditch, not a git like me who's poor, weak, and can't block a quaffle. I'm a pathetic." He said sadly to himself.

He put the laptop away without closing the program and went downstairs and found Harry.

"Hey mate." Harry said sadly.

"What's wrong?" he also said sadly.

"Nothing, and what's wrong with you?!"

"First off, yes there is something wrong with you." CoughGinnyCough "Second, if I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Fine," He glared. "Its Ginny, but I don't know what to do about her. Let me try to guess whats wrong with you," He started to fake cough and actually managed to cough up an understandable Hermione out of it.

"How do know? What does that ugly scar on your forehead give you telepathy, too?" Ron glared, but Harry only sighed.

"Sorry Ron, but it's a little obvious."

"What's obvious?"

"That you like her."

Ron took a deep breath, and let it out.

"Like who? Hermione? She's just a friend, you know that."

"Ron, I know that you know you like her more than a just friend so stop trying to deny it." Harry said clearly annoyed.

"So? Maybe I do, maybe I don't! It doesn't matter anyway." Ron sighed plopped a seat on the orangish faded couch and sulked.

"Why doesn't it matter?" He asked.

"Simple Harry, she doesn't like me back."

"Of course she likes you back, she is your friend after all!" He said teasingly.

"Don't make me hurt you, Harry. I'm much better with my fist, than my wand."

"I'm just teasing, and of course she likes you back. It's only the most obvious thing in the world." Ron raised his eyebrow. Obvious eh? Just how obvious? Does Hermione, he gulped, know?

"How obvious?" Asked Ron with worry evident in his voice.

"Really obvious." Harry said looking a 'Cannons magazine not noticing his friend's worry.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Just how many people know I like her?"

"Oh I don't know..." Harry pretended to sigh and put his finger to his chin.

"Maybe, just about all of Hogwarts."

Ron's eyes felt like they were going to fall out of their sockets.

"Great," Ron faked chuckled. "I think I'll go to sleep now. 'night mate."

"Good night." Harry waved.

Ron marched up to his bedroom and quickly changed into his pajamas. He climbed into bed and started thinking about the discussion he just had.

'I like Hermione? Harry says Hermione likes me? No, he settled. He probably made that up just to make me feel better,' He sighed.

Well this is just dandy! Now I have feelings for my best friend. I really don't think I only just like her, I think I might, love her? With that, he fell asleep, only to dream of a bushy haired girl nearby...

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THE END just kidding it's not the end. poll of the chapter, who likes this fic and who thinks it's dumb. i really want to know. if you think it's dumb, i'll read your fics and see how i can get my fic to get better.
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