A/N: This is the sequel to I Think I'm Going Crazy. If you didn't read it already, I suggest you do because otherwise you won't understand everything! Takes place in their fifth year. Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny.

~*~Strange Things Happen To Me~*~

Part One

Summer vacation had ended much too soon for Harry's liking, but he was at the same time glad to return to Hogwarts, which was really his home...then came the Weasley's, and, well, he didn't feel like the Dursley's counted for anything.

King's Cross was as busy as ever, but he got onto platform nine and three-quarters with ease, which he was quite relieved about...in his second year a house elf named Dobby made sure he didn't get on the train. He took a flying car instead.

Summer had been a lot of fun for Harry, even though so many bad things were doing on around him. He'd had his very first kiss with his best friend's sister, Ginny, and he still felt a little weird about it...Ron hadn't shown so far that this bothered him, and Harry was quite relieved. He'd also seen his godfather Sirius Black, an escaped convict, and his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, professor Lupin.

Mrs. Weasley was saying goodbye to everyone and then pulled Ron aside. Harry asked if he should wait for Ron in their usual compartment, but Mrs. Weasley told him to stay where he was...supposedly she needed to talk to him too.

Ron bit his lip. What had he done this time?

"Now, Ron, I've been watching you this summer" Mrs. Weasley said kindly to her son, "and I've come to realize something."

Ron had a puzzled expression on his face. What the heck is she talking about? Okay, the bunny suit gave me a lot of strange looks, but...

"You fancy Hermione."

Ron burned in his face, and his ears turned as red as his hair in embarrassment.

"I know, I know," she said, sighing. "Boys don't like talking about these things. But let me tell you, sometimes it is better to talk about them, or if you don't talk about it, write it down. I got you a little journal here" she said, pulling out a scarlet-colored book, which had gold writing on the front, but Ron didn't know what it meant. It looked like it was Latin.

"Sometimes it's easier to deal with things when you write it down on paper. I put a locking spell on it so no one but you can open it."

My mom has gone crazy. I'm no sissy! That's what girls do!

"Mom, I'm a guy. Guys don't own diaries," he said aghast.

"Ron, it's not a diary, it's a daily log, so you remember Hogwarts. Fifth year is...well, it's when the fun really starts. I can't tell you just yet, but you'll see. And about Hermione," she said, and Ron went red in the ears again and clenched his teeth, "be careful as to what you say to a woman. Don't let everything blow up again like they did last year." Ron opened his mouth in protest, but Mrs. Weasley cut him off. "Ginny owled me about it. Well, it wasn't just about you" she said, her eyes drifting for a brief moment at Harry, then back again. "Anyhow, she seemed really stressed and worried about you and everything else. Don't badger her about it-your sister loves you."

Ron sighed and nodded.

"Ron, use the journal. You might not understand me now, but trust me, one day you'll thank me. Love you, and have a fun year" she said, hugging him tightly and kissed him on the cheek. "Wait for Harry where he's standing now and send him over."

"Just one thing, mum" Ron said, his brow furrowed. "Well, actually, two."

"Go on."

"What does this writing mean?"

Mrs. Weasley smiled at him fondly. "Read this and you'll have a jelly-legs curse placed upon you."

Ron grinned. His mom never stopped surprising him.

"And...how can you tell if they like you back?"

She smiled again.

"Look into her eyes, and you'll see the truth. It's there."

Ron nodded and told Harry to go to Mrs. Weasley. He came over there, looking a bit confused.

"Thank you very much for letting me stay at the Burrow this summer" Harry said gratefully.

"Oh, you are always welcome, dear" she said, beaming at him. "Now, I just couldn't tell Ron this now, he'd have a fit on the train."

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Victor Krum is your new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore sent me a letter, since Arthur asked if he could apply for the job. I think we are all sick of Fudge."

Harry nodded in agreement. "I won't tell. He'll just find out tonight."

"I hope he doesn't go insane," she said with a sigh. "He loves Hermione so much, it was just too hard on him last year."

Harry nodded again.

"Now, Harry, I know what happened between you and Ginny."

Harry's eyes widened. Oh, shoot. Am I in trouble now...?

She smiled. "Ginny fancies you quite a lot, I must say. And you seem to be seeing her in a new light nowadays."

"Yes" he said nervously.

"I'm glad. You two look quite adorable together," she said, smiling at him.

Harry sighed in relief and briefly looked at his shoes, trying to hide his smile.

"This year will be a lot of fun for all of you. Can't tell you yet, but you'll see. You take good care of my daughter."

Harry blushed and nodded once more.

She gave him a tight hug and a ruffle of the hair, which Harry decided not to complain about since taming his hair was next to impossible.

"Have a nice year, dears!" she called as they went onto the train.

"So, what did she talk to you about?" Ron asked as they searched for their normal compartment.

Harry bit his lip and didn't say anything.

"Oh, come on, Harry! I'll tell you if you tell me!"

Harry took a deep breath, then said, "Ginny."

"Oh" said Ron nodding with a grin. "Well, she gave me this-uh-journal thing...and, well, she talked to me about..."

Harry grinned and said, "Hermione."

Ron's ears turned red for the third time.

"Yeah. Hey, mum said that this year is gonna be a lot of fun for us. Wonder what's going on, eh?"

Harry furrowed his brow. Remembering that last year when he got on the train, and everyone said that supposedly they would have fun that year. Everyone had been gravely mistaken.

They finally found their compartment and got in. Fred, George, Ginny, and Hermione were already sitting there, but the twins were playing Exploding Snap to pass the time, Hermione, of course, had her nose in a book, Standard Spells Grade 5, and Ginny was looking through a magazine called Teen Witch. Everyone looked up and greeted them.

"Hey, Harry!"

"Ron, what was mum talking to you about for so long?"

"About time you got here!"

"For a while there I thought you got flushed down the toilet."

Ron just shook his head at them and everyone went back to what they were doing. He and Harry sat down and looked through a new Quidditch magazine, and Harry was learning the stats of every team in the league.

I wonder how long it took Ron to memorize all this...Harry thought blissfully.

Harry looked at Ginny. He realized that she wasn't actually reading it...unless she had this new way or reading magazines upside-down. She realized that she was looking at her, she blushed, and fumbled with her magazine in a frenzy. Harry smiled to himself. Ron had been talking to Harry for a long time now about the Chudley Cannons, but his voice stopped abruptly.

"Harry, stop goggling at my sister!" he hissed. He sounded annoyed, yet amused at the same time.

Harry turned red, and Ginny blushed. She fumbled with her upside-down magazine again.

Hermione looked Ron's way, and their eyes locked briefly. What was that feeling that was coming over him? For about an entire minute, he just stared at her, and she stared back. They didn't even realize there was a world around them. It was only each other. Harry elbowed Ron hard in the ribs.

"Ouch!" Ron said loudly.

"That was payback," Harry said casually. "We should probably change into our robes. We must be past half-way by now."

End of Part One

So, how do you like it so far? Have I stayed in character? Did it move too slowly in the beginning? Let me know in your feedback...

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