An: Okay y'all asked for it. Big thanks to my part-time muse, B-chan, who inspired the rest of the story and to my full-time muse, Minky for badgering me into writing it.

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After meeting in Diagon Alley, venturing to Hogwarts aboard the Hogwarts Express and almost a full week of classes together, Ronald Weasley had almost given up hope that Hermione had found his note. In fact, he would have when he first saw her if not for the fact that she kept avoiding his eyes and the way she had begun to blush whenever he addressed her or vice versa. Surely he had no idea what to think.

Harry had Care of Magical Creatures right now (Ron got placed in a different class with Hermione) and Divination, which he had been in, had let out early due to another death prediction. Ron rolled his eyes; I don't see how Lavender and Pravati can be so attached to that Professor. Her predictions are obviously bogus! Maybe I should take Hermonie's advice and drop the course. At the thought of his brunette friend, his heart performed its all too familiar flip-flop.

"Flibberty-gibbet" He said when the Fat Lady asked for the password. Immediately, the portrait swung open to reveal the Griffindor Common room, which was currently deserted. As the portrait swung shut behind him, he could hear the rest of his housemates that had Divination coming up the stairwell.

Ron quickly made his way to the boys dormitory stairs knowing he didn't quite feel like talking to anyone right now. Right when he reached the dormitory door, he saw a small (okay, so it was rather large) orange lightning bolt streak out and zoom down the stairs. Crookshanks? Odd… Ron shook his head lightly and continued through the door and shut it firmly behind him. He shucked off his robe, allowing it to drop to the floor as the other boys didn't really care (well they ARE boys- not that all of them do this), and began to go over to his bed. The note on his pillow, fortunately, caught his eye before he lay on top of it.

Picking it up his heart must have skipped a beat as he recognized Hermione's neat handwriting. Slowly, he opened it and began to read:

Dear Ron.

Since yours was in poem form, my reply shall be too:

I hate the way you talk to me

And the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you treat my cat,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your Chudley Cannon Quidditch posters—

"Hey!"

—And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

It even makes me rhyme—

At this point, Ron couldn't stand it any longer. He simply crumpled the note and tossed it as far away from him as it would go. Much to his dismay, he could feel the tears welling up in his eyes. Angrily he blinked them back. Classes would have ended by now and the common room would be filling up. Harry was bound to come up here looking for him and he'd be damned if his best friend saw him blubbering over some girl.

With that, Ron picked up his robe and headed back down stairs deciding to head to the baths so that he could think it over without people seeing any possible stray tears. When he reached the common room, Hermione was already there, petting Crookshanks.

She looked timidly up at him when he approached, but her gaze strayed back down when she saw his angry expression.

Oh no! He must have had a change of feelings! She could feel her heart sinking and knew she was a risk to cry. But she wouldn't, and there was Ginny now, coming to, as was their new custom, chat while they did their homework.

Ron couldn't believe her. Thinking she'd be welcome to talk to him after that! He mentally sighed. She was right, she knew she'd be welcomed… but how could he face her again?

An: Okay, so this is going to be a few chapters longer. Joy. If you haven't figured out that I'm sort of taking this from Ten Things I Hate About You, then oh well but I am. I'm just changing them around for my convenience. And we lost our 'G' rating. Who cares?