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Chapter 4

"A knut for your thoughts," Ron handed Hermione a cup of tea before sitting down next to her on the couch.

"Oh, nothing really just something my parents said when I came home for the summer. Before I came here that is." Hermione sipped her tea and put her feet under herself.

"So, do you mind if I ask you something? It's kind of personal," Ron looked at her over his own cup, his with hot chocolate. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to," he added, but he secretly wished she would answer him. It would give him a fair idea about his chances with her.

Everyone else had gone to bed, except Fleur, who was taking a bath. So Hermione didn't see any reason why she shouldn't at least let him ask his question. "Sure, go on."

"So, um… have you ever been in love with someone?" He asked her, feeling really stupid.

"I won't say I've really been in love with someone, but I've had a few crushes. However, it's kind of hard when your best friend is a Veela. Every boy falls for here. Maybe I'll have some luck now, since she's getting married and all." She felt a bit weird, spilling it all out to him, she hadn't known him for too long. However, it seemed like he was a really nice guy, and nice guys don't grow on trees. He seemed so interested, and he was Harry's friend after all, why wouldn't he want to be her's too? The thought of him as a friend was a bit weird; he was Ginny's brother after all.

"How is Beauxbatons really?" Ron had wondered quite a bit about that, at least since Hermione came to the Burrow.

"I guess it's like any other wizarding school. The only difference is that it's French," she added.

"So, you speak French then?"

"Oui" she smiled at him, he clearly didn't know French. "It means 'yes'."

Merlin, that girl was a genius, she even knew how to speak French. "So, how 'bout you then?"

His thoughts were disturbed by Hermione asking him. "Ey?"

"Have you ever been in love with someone?" she had a pretty smile on her lips that made Ron want to scream 'YES, you!' to her.

"Once," he blushed, only hoping she didn't figure he talked about her.

"So, what happened?" she wanted to listen to him, like he had listened to her.

"I never told her, she didn't even notice me I guess. We were… just friends," he said, mostly to himself.

"Maybe if you had told her…" Hermione started.

"Do you really think she'd like me?" Ron was a bit surprised, would she said the same if she knew it was her? Her that occupied his thoughts every night and free time of the day? Her he dreamed and fantasized about?

"Yeah, sure. You're cute and nice and loyal, what girl wouldn't want a boyfriend like that?" she placed a hand on his leg. "You got to have a little faith, take some risks. If you don't, she'll be taken by the time you get yourself to tell her."

Some time passed in silence, both taking sips from their drinks.

"So, how about you tell me about Hogwarts then?"

"Well, were sorted into one of four houses on our first night there. Either Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Me and Harry, we're Gryffindors, but I guess Harry have already told you that."

"Yes, he have, Ginny's a Gryffindor to, isn't she?" Hermione really took interest in the subject, she wanted to learn everything she could about Hogwarts. It would be coming handy, sooner than she thought.

"Yes, she is too, all the Weasly's have been. Then there is Dumbledore, the Headmaster, everybody says he's so clever, but he is a bit weird. At the start of the term, he always says something really weird. " "'Ermione, I'm going to bed, your coming zoon?" Fleur interrupted them as she stood in the doorway.

"Yeah, I'll be up soon, I'll just finish down here." They could hear Fleur walk upstairs and close the door to Ginny's room after her.

"So, is there any cute girls in your year?" Hermione asked Ron.

"Not really, not at Hogwarts at least. There is only two girls in my year at Gryffindor. Their nice I guess, their just so… shallow, you know?" He looked at her, no one could measure to her anyways. He knew already now that he would miss her terribly when she left and he went back to Hogwarts.

"I know." She gave him a faded smile. "I think I'll go to bed now, but promise me you'll think about what I told you. Talk to the girl, if she likes you too, she'll be lucky you know." With that she left and went upstairs.

Ron was left alone, with a terrible blush.

A/N: So, what do you think? I've placed a hint to the future of the fic in this chapter… I wonder if anyone get's it? Or have any idea about what is going to happen? I know it might be a bit OOC, but I haven't written so much of R/Hr fiction before, so it's kind of interesting… And please keep in mind that I haven't read the books in English (thinking about reading the 7th book soon) so some of the HP words might be spelled wrong… Might be other spelling mistakes in there too…

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