Harry and Ginny had been wandering about the train for some time looking for Ron and Hermione. Harry had noticed some time ago that Ginny's ears had taken on a permanent pink around him. He ignored it to the best of his abilities, but he couldn't help but wonder about it. "I thought she was over me." He'd think, and then realize that he was staring at her.

"Harry!" Ginny whispered excitedly, "do you hear that?"

"Huh what?"

She rolled her eyes

"I said, do you hear that? Listen- I hear Ron."

She leaned close to the door and pulled harry with her.

"Come on!" she whispered.

Inside, they saw Ron and Hermione talking. From the looks of it, Hermione had been crying. Only Ginny noticed Ron's arm hanging limply around Hermione's shoulders, and his hand holding hers.

"They look pretty serious" she told harry.

"Yeah, I wonder what they're talking about."

"Who cares? Look: his arm's around her shoulders!" she practically squealed. Harry chuckled.

"It's about bloody time."

"I know, you didn't have to put up with him all summer! I swear all he did was complain about Victor Krum. He did housework just so mum would keep us from killing him, or to keep her from killing him. I'm not sure which."

Suddenly, Ron pulled his arm away from her and lifted his hand. Just as Hermione looked up, the door opened. Harry and Ginny tumbled in.

"Er… hi guys." Ginny said, full of false cheer and innocence.

"What…. Why… wh…"

"I think what Hermione means is what were you two doing?"

"Yes, exactly, thank you Ron."

"Well…actually… we were looking for you two, and then we found you and the door opened and well that's all."

"Really? Why were you looking through the window?"

"Because we wanted to make sure we weren't interrupting anything."

"Well," Ron responded, "we were talking."

"But you are welcome to join us." exclaimed Hermione.

Ginny sat next to Hermione and whispered,

"What was happening?"

"Nothing!"

"Yes, and the sky is green. What was going on?"

"He's mad that I wont tell him what's wrong."

"Did you tell him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

" I don't want him to know."

"But why not?"

"Because I don't want things to change, why is everyone asking me this?"

"Because those boys right there are your best friends. I think they do have some right to know."

"Ginny! You PROMISED you wouldn't say anything!"

"I wont, but I still think you should tell them!"

Hermione looked up to see that Ron had been looking at her. He blushed immediately and she looked at her hands.

Hermione's POV

Was he looking at me? Probably just wondering what Ginny and I were talking about. Why am I looking at my hands? They're so ugly. Especially now that they're so skinny. I'm so skinny its disgusting. I look like I'm anorexic. I guess if I started eating meat again I'd gain some weight back, but I can't do that. I just can't now that I've given it up. Was he just looking at me again?

Ron's POV

What's wrong with her? She's looking at her hands like they're the most interesting things in the world. Shit, she caught me looking at her. That's so bloody embarrassing! She's pretty, that new hair suits her. I like the way it was before better though. Much better. Why wont she just tell me what's wrong? Talking to Ginny, Ginny knows what's wrong. Stupid Ginny- she knows and she should tell me. Hermione should tell me. Why doesn't she trust me? What have I ever done to make her not trust me? Wow it's warm in this car, mum made me wear a jumper (a/n: jumper, weird British with those screwy words. SWEATER not JUMPER w/e, when in Rome…) a maroon jumper. I hate maroon; I honestly think she just ran out of colors by the time she got to me. It's the only logical explanation. Hermione looks cold.

"Here Hermione, take this."

She's looking at me. What's that look in her eyes? I don't know that look. She's smiling now, that's good, smiling is familiar.

"Thank you Ron. Are you sure you don't need it?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Thanks, I'll give it back as soon as we get to the castle and I can get something from my trunk."

"Don't worry, I've got a million of them... you can have it if you want."

"Really?"

"Sure."

"You're so sweet."

At this point that dumb sister of mine had to cut in.

"We'll be there soon, we should get our robes on."

"Ok" I say. Where are those bloody things?

"Ron, Harry…"Ginny starts.

"What?" I ask. Harry laughs and Hermione motions towards the door. Oops. I suppose the girls want us to leave while we all change. Why don't the girls ever move? I'll never understand all this pulling out chairs, opening doors, and ladies first stuff. Mum and Dad drilled it into us, but I don't understand why. I guess I never will. Girls get all the good stuff. I better get out of here before one of them hits me. Why is it that they can hit us and we can't hit them? Anyway…

…When Ron finished changing and returned to the original compartment, without harry…

Woah! What the? No, I must have been seeing things. I'll go see what's taking Harry. What would make me think I saw Hermione without hair? She has hair, I know that, I don't like her hair. I liked her hair when it was big and bushy. Ah, here's harry, now we'll go back to the girls and it's all going to be normal. Here we are Ginny and Hermione sitting here doing nothing. Hermione's fussing with her hair and Ginny's putting on lip- gloss. All normal… normal…

"Ron, are you alright? You look a bit out of it." (Hermione)

"What? Oh I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be fine? Everything's normal."

"Right. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Ron, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong with me, what's wrong with you?"

Oops. I didn't mean to ask that. I really didn't.

"You really want to know!?" She's mad.

"I'm sick okay? That's it, I'm sick. Now will you stop badgering me?"

It figures that at that exact moment we arrived at our destination and were told to leave.

This will be an interesting term. I wonder what she means when she says that she's sick. It's probably just a bad cold or something, right?