A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been Insomniac these past days. Spacers hurt like crap!

~Last Time: Hermione thanks Harry for reading her diary. He laughs. She goes into Common Room, he follows. Hermione tells Harry about the competition. Harry notices she leaves Blaise and Draco out of the "Not Marrying" pile. Harry asks Hermione if she has to turn him in to be free. She nods, he leaves. Ron comes in, asks Hermione what Harry's problem is. Hermione tells him everything.~

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"Hermione, there's only one thing you can do. And you know what it is. Go to Dumbledore. We can't risk Harry's life, even if you have to marry one of those snakes. Dumbledore will make sure Harry can't be gotten to, he can even tell Snape to make the guys back off."

Hermione looked into Ron's blue eyes. She loved them, his eyes. They calmed and soothed her. Hermione had know idea what to think about Ron. Over the past year, he had gone from insensitive prat to one of the most caring and considerate boys she knew. He didn't even yell when she told him, Harry, and the rest of the Weasleys' who she really was. He just pulled her into a hug when she burst out crying from all the other commotion going on over her.

"I get that part Ron. What do I do about Harry? I mean, he supposedly loves me right? What if I have several different people to consider?"

Ron looked into her. "Hermione, who exactly do you really want? Who do you want to have to choose from?" his whisper was claming and Hermione still stared into his blue eyes.

"I'll start with the 'I Don't Really Think It'll Work Out'. Draco. Harry. And then there's the 'I Feel Like People Have Been Expecting It'. You, Ron. But as for who I choose, I have no freaking bloody butt way to know. With all this junk going on, I think I'll just be happy if Harry finally kills my -"

"Don't say it," Ron warned.

Hermione rolled her eyes, "Fine Lord Voldermort. I'll be glad when that big bag of old dragon dung gets his snake slit nose pushed farther away from the blast of Death."

Ron's eyes widened. In all his fifteen years of knowing Hermione, she had never cursed anyone. No one.

Getting up, Hermione extended her hand down to his. "Let's go outside. Forget about all the junk that I just fed into your head. Heck, I want to forget it all, but I can't."

Ron took Hermione's extended hand. "Don't you ever feel like you have to choose me just because you think expected of you." he whispered, pulling her into a hug.

Behind his back, Hermione smiled slightly and buried her head into his shoulder, thinking, 'I wonder if you'll be the one I choose Ron.'

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A/N: Sorry you guys! I started this like a week ago before I went on vacation. I don't have spacers anymore, got braces and expander plate! They hurt like crap, sometimes! Anyway, sorry for taking so long… My apologies and I will update tomorrow probably…. P.S. Tell me who you think Hermione should choose! I think I already know who she's going to be with but… you never know…..