A/N: I'm so sorry about the last chapter but I had to end it there. I was writing it at eleven thirty trying to post it so that you could all read it. If you're wondering, yes at the end, or at least sometime in my story, they will kiss so just keep reading. For all of you H/G fans, I might either do a separate story or another chapter talking about them. I can't just expect you to believe that Ginny ignores the fact that he wanted to take her to the Yule Ball. I know, it looked like he wanted to take Cho in the canon but too bad. This is my story and I can decide what happens. If you want to read the H/G one, tell me in the review and I'll write one. Thanx!!

Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Setting: Ron's living room.

Summary: Hermione feels terrible because she thinks Ron hates her. The rest of the people, besides Ron, think that he's extremely sweet for saying what he did. Ron is angry that the twins made him play. After much bickering and some very sad (almost definitely OOC) feelings from Ron, he decides to talk to Hermione. And that, my friends, is all I will tell you here!!

Characters: Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, George, Fred, and Angelina.

Pairings: The major/only one in this chapter is R/Hr.

Chapter 5

In Which Adnap Doesn't Have A Clue What to Title This

Ron sat unbelievably still. He couldn't move. It was very silent and it was obvious that Hermione wasn't in the room. He still sat with his eyes jammed shut for fear of seeing everyone else's expressions. Harry finally moved next to him and took Ron's hands off of his face.

"You might as well look mate, she's not here anyway." Ron groaned, seeing the spot that Hermione had once occupied, completely empty. Everyone was silent as Ron covered his face again and groaned, wanting to just die right then and there. No one wanted to speak and the game was temporarily terminated. Ron sighed finally, let his arms drop to his sides, and looked around at the rest of the circle.

"What happened?" He asked, figuring that he already knew full well what had gone on. Everyone began to speak at once, they were all under the truth potion and since he hadn't specified a person, they all answered at the same time. "Stop!" He shouted and they did. "For Merlin's sake Angelina what happened?" Angelina started again, this time by herself.

"Hermione was watching you very closely the whole time and I don't think she could take it any longer by the time that you got to the fourth one. She left the circle and ran upstairs."

Ron paled even more. "Was she," he knew she must have been but he asked anyway, "was she um, crying?" He looked around the circle, as they all replied, "No."

"No?" He stopped for a second and saw that everyone was going to reply again. "Stop it will you! Ginny, you're sure she wasn't crying?"

"Yes. She wasn't crying but she was darn near close to it. Why couldn't you just make something, oh, the truth potion." She snorted angrily at the twins. "This is all your fault! Look what you did. Hermione probably thinks that Ron hates her now!"

"It wasn't our fault." They both exclaimed immediately.

"If it was anyone's fault, it was Ron's." Fred told them.

"What?! Why is it my fault? If you hadn't given me that stupid potion this would have never happened."

"Ron, what he was trying to say is, yes you did take a truth potion. Truth potions only allow you to tell exactly what the answer is at that moment. Some of your answers could have even been interpreted as compliments if your brain had chosen other words to use. The thing is, it didn't. Hermione didn't wait until after you said the last one. She never found out the last thing you said. I'm sure the annoying one really got to her." Angelina tried to be kind. Ron groaned and put his head in his hands again.

"Ron, it was very nice of you to say that. The last one at least." Ginny began. "It's a shame really that Hermione never heard it. I'm sure that she would understand if she did know."

Ron lifted his head and glared at her. "I know what you're getting at and I'd rather have her hate me forever than,"

"Than admit that you like her?" Angelina asked.

"Yes." The word slipped out of Ron's mouth.

"Why is that Ron?" Harry said next to him. No less than two seconds later, an (A/N: extremely long) explanation began flowing from Ron's lips.

"Because she likes Viktor and she always will too! He's rich and famous and perfect. I can't compete with him. I'm nothing to her except for her foolish, poverty-stricken best friend, who can't even afford proper robes! Everything I own is rubbish. She's always felt sorry for me but that was as far as it went. At least if she hated me I'd be able to know what she felt towards me instead of always being confused and angry at her." He stopped, resting his head on his arms, and refusing to look at anyone.

Harry had always known that Ron had been embarrassed about being poor, (how couldn't he have when they had fought just last year about it?), but he never knew Ron was worried about it when it came to Hermione. Hermione never thought any of that. Harry didn't understand where he was getting it from but Ron definitely believed it all.

Ginny spoke up first, in a timid voice. "Ronald Weasley, you know Hermione would never think that!" She wasn't stern. She spoke in what she hoped was a comforting voice. Ginny knew where he was coming from. Ron wasn't the only one who was teased about his lack of money. She received just the same treatment. When she began again her, voice was choked with tears.

"I know what you mean. I know it's hard to go to Hogwarts and see everyone with their perfectly fitting robes. You're not the only one who has to go through that Ron. I have to, Fred and George have to, we all do. The good thing is, we have friends who don't care about that type of stuff. Hermione never ever felt that way about you. You know Hermione. You know that she cares about you, and not only because she's sorry that you don't have everything she and Harry do. She cares about you Ron, because you are Ron. I know I can't convince you but just try and believe me."

She stopped, not knowing what else to say. Just like Ginny said, the twins knew how it felt to have people like Malfoy sneer at you and laugh at you because you had to wear handed down clothing. They had gotten through it by having a sense of humor. Ginny was sweet so everyone overlooked the fact that she had less money than they did. Ron, however, hadn't let himself find a way to get past it.

Ron had always sought to prove everyone wrong. He didn't want people to feel sorry that he didn't have things. He had tried to make everyone feel that he was invincible to the taunts that were thrown at him. He had kept this up for as long as Harry had known him and it had worked but it seemed that Ron had finally given up and forgotten that he wasn't supposed to act 'sappy'. Though he still hadn't taken his head off his arms, Harry had a feeling that if he had looked up right then, they would see that Ron was more vulnerable than he made himself out to be.

Angelina came to sit closer to Ron and she put a hand on his back. "I'm sorry to tell you this Ron because you're probably beating yourself up about it anyway but right now isn't the best time to feel sorry for yourself. Hermione is probably feeling terrible right now and she needs someone to talk to her. I'm sure you know who the best person for the job would be. Do you understand? Do you know what you have to do?" She asked, hoping he wouldn't be angry.

He looked up at her, realization showing on his face. "Your right. What in bloody hell am I still doing down here?"

"Especially when your girl is up there." The twins said in unison.

Ron clambered to his feet with newfound confidence and made his way toward the staircase. "Wish me luck. Hopefully she'll let me into Ginny's room." He began to walk up when Harry called him back.

"Hey Ron," He shouted and Ron stopped and made his way back down.

"What is it now?"

"If it doesn't go well, you can always use this." Harry tossed him something wrapped up in plastic. Ron looked at it before smiling widely. It was a Canary Crème. (A/N: Don't ask why he has so many of these in his pockets…they mysteriously got there) "I'm sure that would get a laugh out of her." Ron shook his head at his friend, turned back around, and rushed up the stairs.

A/N: Sorry it took so long. Next chapter's the last. They are both short but I wanted to cut it there. Enjoy!!