A/N: I hope you all liked the first chapter. This one is mainly in Hermione's POV. This is the conversation that Ginny and Hermione are having when everyone else is bugging Ron. I hope you like it and please remember to review. I hope you don't flame!! Oh I also just noticed that I've been spelling Viktor wrong. It was supposed to be with a 'k' so they will be fixed in this chapter but the ones in the first chapter can't be changed now. Sorry about that.

Disclaimer: These wonderful characters are certainly not mine. If they were, I'd be a happier person…hehe. I have done so many disclaimers…shouldn't you know by now!! It belongs to J.K.R.!!

Setting: Ginny's room.

Summary: Ginny tries comfort Hermione….

Characters: Ginny, Hermione, and Angelina (she's in this story a lot isn't she?)

Pairings: Same as last chapter.

Chapter 2

A Semi-Reassuring Talk

(A/N: Remember, this is Hermione's POV. I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't get confused)

Yes, we got in a fight, again. I suppose it shouldn't have surprised me. It is Ron after all. He can be so thick sometimes though. He brought up Viktor, again. He just can't let me go about that can he? I didn't even go to Bulgaria! How could I have when I am sitting right here in his house? Does he really think my parents, my very protective parents, would allow me to fly hundreds of miles away to visit an eighteen-year-old boy that I don't even really know all that well? I guess in Ron's mind they would let me.

They knew all about You- oh that is so stupid, they knew all about Voldemort coming back. I had to tell them. I couldn't just keep it from them. They were very worried, which was to be expected, and they weren't about to let me go so far away for the summer with out them there. They did let me go to Ron's, but I don't know why I didn't just stay with them. I've been here two weeks and it's just been terrible. We can't go through one day with out breaking into another row. At least I have Ginny to talk to. I don't know what I would do if I didn't.

We were still in the living room and Ron was glaring at the ceiling. As if the fight was the ceilings fault! I watched as Harry went to sit near him and I sniffed angrily at them. At least Harry could try to talk some sense into Ron. He is always good at trying to do that.

"Hermione," Ginny looked at me carefully. "I'm sorry my brother's such a git. You really shouldn't care what he thinks." I looked at Ginny guiltily. I never told her that I liked Ron. How could I tell her? She was his sister. It wasn't that I didn't trust her. I know she won't tell, but I feel dim just thinking about having 'feelings' for anyone let alone her stubborn redheaded brother.

I had to respond, Ginny was waiting for a reply. "I know I shouldn't but I do and it's a problem. I guess it's because he's my best friend." I lied.

"I can understand that. Try to forget it. I'm sure he'll get over it sometime."

"Yes. I hope."

We sat in silence for a few minutes and Ginny was about to begin talking again, when we heard Ron shout, "…that was before he started dating one of my best friends!" I looked over Ginny's shoulder at him. It was obvious that Harry wasn't having much affect on him. I glared at them. I was too angry to care about anything except for the fact that he was the stupidest git in the world. Ginny turned and shook her head at them, and, taking my hand, dragged me to her room so we could talk undisturbed.

When we got there, I collapsed onto the bed. I just want this to be over with. Why do I have to act like this with my best friend? I never feel like this with Harry! We never ever fight. I'm really confused about this. I suppose it would make sense if Ron liked me. If he did, I could just say that we fight because he was jealous of other guys talking to me but since he doesn't like me, he must have some other reason why and that was why I am in complete confusion. I didn't move for several minutes before Ginny, who was sitting next to me on the bed now, patted my leg comfortingly and asked what was wrong.

I tried not to glare it her. How could she not know what was wrong?

"What I meant," She began, "was that I don't think you care because he's your best friend."

"What are you getting at?" I asked, sitting up on the bed and now glaring at her with out trying to stop myself.

"I'm sorry Hermione but I have to say that, well, you just look like…" She couldn't bring herself to tell me what she was about to say.

"Ginny, if you must know," my throat tightened and I found that I couldn't go on. I took a deep breath. Ginny would understand. She liked Harry after all. I don't think she would care if it were her brother or just some other person. She's very understanding. I could trust her. I kept telling myself this, hoping it would work and make it easier for me to talk to her. "Ginny, I think I, well I know that I…" I still couldn't do it. I fell back on the bed again and covered my face in shame.

"Are you trying to say that you like my brother because if that's all, I already knew," Ginny interrupted my stuttering. I instantly stiffened and Ginny began to laugh. "Hermione, I'm his sister and I'm your friend. Did you really expect me not to notice that you fancied him in the tiniest bit?" I sat up, staring at Ginny.

"I thought you would be mad or think it was weird or something!" I replied.

"Oh it's not that weird. It's a good thing you like him too. He'd probably go into depression if you didn't. You should see, he writes letters to you and puts them in this little box and yet he swears that he doesn't like you." I laughed, feeling better but still very skeptical about Ron. It is only Ron. He isn't the romantic type.

"I doubt that he likes me. Are you sure those weren't just letters that he needed to send?" I asked, though I doubted this theory.

"Hermione, for someone so smart, you really can act pretty dense sometimes. Obviously, those weren't just to send sometime later. I doubt that he would want to send you a letter that starts, 'Dearest Hermione'." Ginny giggled and I sat, stunned. Had he really wrote that? A shiver ran up my spine and I fell silent.

"That's all well and good but if he does like me, he'll never say it. Are you even absolutely positively sure that he likes me?" I asked again. I was feeling repetitive but I couldn't just accept that he had any feelings for me stronger than friendship. Have you ever had a 'crush' on someone? Well, if you have, you will understand where I am coming from. You always have to be skeptical and expect the worst so that if it doesn't work out, you won't get hurt. Now I know that isn't necessarily true. I would still be depressed if he didn't like me but I tell myself that I won't be and it seems to work, for a while.

Ginny's sigh brought me back to reality. "Hermione, trust me. He likes you."

"You're sure."

"Hermione! Don't be so worried. You should talk to him if you want to make sure. I mean, don't expect him to admit it but don't be concerned about it. Let's go back down. Harry's probably calmed him down. He'll be feeling guilty pretty soon."

"But he won't say sorry." I commented bitterly.

"Hermione, you may like him but he is still Ron. I doubt we can ever expect him to say sorry to someone, especially you. He hates being wrong and even if he does feel guilty, he'd rather feel that for a zillion years than admit you were right."

"Well, that's true, but I don't feel like going down right now. I have things to read and I still have plenty of work to do and-"

"Sure. I'm taking you down whether you," Ginny was interrupted by a knock at the door. "Come in." She called and the door opened. I hoped desperately that it wasn't Ron.

It wasn't. It was Angelina.

"Hi Angelina. What's up?" Ginny asked. Angelina was smiling brightly.

"You two have to come down and play a game with us. The boys are bored and they won't do anything unless you two join in."

"What game is it?" Ginny looked interested.

"Oh, you'll see if you come down." Angelina told us mysteriously.

"Okay, I'll join in. You coming Hermione?"

"No, I don't really want to. I do have quite a lot of work to do." I lied. I didn't even want to face Ron. He may enjoy having me around when it's time to do homework but that doesn't mean he likes me. I'm not his type. He seems to go for the devastatingly beautiful ones like Fleur and I'm certainly not one of those. Besides, I was too tired of fighting to have another argument.

"Please come Hermione." Angelina asked.

"No, it's ok really. I'm sure no one will miss me. Whatever game it is, you can play it with out me. I'll be down for dinner. See you." I said, trying to wave at them cheerfully as they nodded and left.

~*~*~ No longer in Hermione's POV~*~*~

Ginny and Angelina walked silently for a few seconds before Angelina asked, "Ginny, do you know how Hermione feels about Ron?" Ginny looked up at her. She had never known Angelina very well. She was four years older than Ginny after all. "I'm sorry, if you can't tell me, I understand. I'm pretty sure I know the answer. I just wanted to be positive. I've gotten Ron's hopes up pretty high." She smiled and continued walking down the steps.

"Wait, did he admit it?" Ginny asked, rushing to catch up with Angelina. All Angelina did was nod slightly but her smile grew larger. "That's great!" Ginny said happily.

"Just don't say anything. I'm pretty sure you knew before but he'll never trust me again if he knew I told you." It was Ginny's turn to nod silently. They got to the bottom of the stairs where four boys waited.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked suddenly, trying, and failing, to act casual about it.

"She's refused to come down. Say's she has plenty of work to do. She doesn't even have enough time to spend with her friends." Ginny reported.

"That's not true. She told me she finished all of her summer work during the two weeks when she was still at her house." Harry told them in a confused voice.

"Obviously. We knew that but we couldn't force her to come." Angelina said sadly.

"This won't be fun anymore. The whole reason we wanted to play truth or dare was for, ouch!" George stopped as Fred smacked his arm.

"The whole reason we wanted to play was to introduce the game to Ronnie." He said, then he whispered something like "He won't play if you say that," to George who rubbed his arm gingerly and nodded.

"I volunteer to convince her to come down." Ron put in. Everyone turned to look at him and he shrank back. "What?! Is there something wrong with all of you?" He shouted, feeling his ears turn red.

"No, nothings wrong. If you think you can make her come down, go ahead. She's not in a good mood though and you will have to be willing to improve it not make it worse." Ginny told him.

"Yeah, yeah ok. I've got it." He headed for the stairs and when he heard everyone following him, he stopped and turned back around. "Don't even try to listen at the door. I'm not about to confess my undying love for her so get away!" The others looked very taken aback and they returned to their respective seats, looking a bit sulky, as he ran up the steps two at a time.

When he actually reached Ginny's room, he didn't feel so confident, even if he was only going to tell her that they wanted to play a game. He sucked up his courage, hoping that she wouldn't begin to yell, and knocked on the door.

A/N: So?? It wasn't that great of a cliffhanger but oh well. The next chapter is really short. I hope you like it so far. Please review!!! Bye and thanks!!