Hey! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update, but b4 I get going on the story I would like to say a few things:

I said what was wrong with Hermione in chapter 12. That is numbered as part 14.

I remind you that this story is SAD. Yet now I feel I should change it because sad is not a very emotional word. Depressing, poignant, gloomy, dismal, etc…

YES I know that there are two chapter 10's. It's because it's the same chapter told from two ways: the Harry/Ginny half and the Ron/Hermione half.

I would now like to thank all reviewers. It really means a lot to me when I read a review, no matter how bad my day is- if I get a good review it's immediately happier. So thank you to all who have reviewed, and to all readers who don't review or haven't reviewed yet… please please do. Pretty please with sugar on top! And ice cream and whipped cream and a cherry! …Yum…ice cream…

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Hermione ran off, back to the castle. Her thoughts were jumbled and her tears fell stedily. She tore through the building in search of Ginny, the only person she thought might understand.

Ron was left standing at the shore of the lake, alone, hurt, and confused. Maybe he was wrong to kiss her without warning like that, but he'd been sure she had some feelings for him.

"Ginny," he thought angrily, "I'm going to kill you."

Ron's POV

Goddammit! Ginny where are you? Where are you so that I may kill you?! You… you told me… you told me to! Look where your advice got me! Wait, is that? Yes! It's Ginny!

"GINNY!"

"R…Ron. What's wrong? What happened?"

"I took your advice, that's what."

"And? Why are you angry?"

"Because now Hermione's pissed at me!"

"But… I thought… the girl you like is Hermione, right?"

"Of course! And I did what you said and now she's mad!"

"She's mad? It doesn't make sense… in all the stories in my magazine…"

"GINNY! Life is not like a magazine! Thanks a lot- I trusted you!"

"But… I…"

I can't believe this! A magazine?! I thought she had reason behind this stupid plan of hers! She… she… oh I know it's not completely her fault, but it was her plan to 'show my feelings'. I'm running out of time! My best friend, whom I happen to fancy, is dying soon AND NOW SHE'S MAD AT ME! What am I going to do?

Hermione's POV

"…He…I thought he knew me better!" I'm sobbing to Ginny. She seems upset about something, but I just need someone to sob to now. We'll talk about her problems later. Really. I promise.

"Maybe he was just following someone's advice?"

"Like who's? He… he should know how I feel. He's my best friend Ginny, shouldn't he know that I don't want people to act like I'm dying? He knows that! I've… I've told him that! Doesn't he care about me at all? Doesn't he care about how I feel at all?"

"Oh God, Hermione… This is all my fault!"

"How is this your fault? This is Ron's fault! Don't take the blame for him, he's a prat."

"No, he… he came to me for advice. He said that he wanted to ask out this girl, but he was worried that he'd been taking too long. He said he didn't have as much time as he wanted, but he didn't want her to feel like he was rushing. I … I told him that I was sure she liked him too and that he should make his move… You see, I was so sure that he was talking about you and… I didn't think that you'd get upset by his timing, I thought he was just being paranoid and-"

I didn't let her finish. I hugged her and ran. Drying my tears as I ran, I fled through the school looking for Ron. Finally I found him here, in the astronomy tower. It's odd that he'd be here; the only class he takes that uses this place is Divination. He hates that class, I love this place, and it's been my safe haven. I hide here when we fight.

"Ron." I whisper.

"Hermione?" he asked through tears.

I can't stand it. I did that, sure he's made me cry a handful of times, but that's different. Ron's not the crying type, he's not usually emotional- not visibly at least.

"Oh Ron, I'm so sorry… I talked to Ginny, she explained it…" I'm whispering for no reason. It just seems right, as right as the fact that he's holding me. I feel so warm… so protected… so right.