It was Christmas Eve. Harry had gone off to bed and Hermione and Ron were sitting on the couch in the common room. "Hermione, do you umm." Ron started. "What Ron?" Hermione asked. "Well, I umm just wanted to know if you have a crush on anyone." Ron felt his ears start to burn red. Hermione giggled and Ron's stomach flipped. "I do sorta like someone," she looked around. "But you have to promise not to tell him." Ron felt like his stomach and heart had just boarded a muggle elevator and was dropping from the top floor of a very tall building to the bottom very fast. "O.K. I won't say anything." "Alright," she leaned in close and whispered: "I.like Harry" Ron's stomach and heart hit the basement. He had a worse feeling than he had when he threw up slugs second year. "Figures," he mumbled. "Wha'?" she asked. "Nothing. Just go for him. You would make a cute couple." "Aww thanks Ron. I'm going to bed. Merry Christmas." She got up and left. "Merry Christmas.I love you."