Disclaimer: Oops, forgot this on the first one, so here it is now. I own nothing associated with HP. I just borrowed them, so please, no one sue me.

Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first fanfic. I've actually been coming here just to read stories, but this is my first actually posting of my own. Hope you like it! Yeah, I know. The first chapter was a bit short and boring. But, hey, it was an intro. I promise the story gets better. So, on with the show.....

Chapter 2: The Letter

After dinner, as the Gryffindors began climbing the stairs to their dormitories, Hermione froze as though she had just remembered something.
"Oh no!" she gasped.
"Hermione? What is it?" Harry asked.
"N-nothing. Harry? Can I borrow Hedwig?"

"Er...yeah, but she may be out hunting right now."
"Really? Um...Ron? Can I use Pigwigdeon?" Hermione asked almost in a panic.

Ron eyed her curiously. "Yeah...he's up in the dormitory. Why?"

"Okay, thanks!" hermione shouted, sprinting up the stairs.

Harry and Ron stood rooted to the spot. Slowly, they turned to stare at each other. Then, suddenly, the two ran up after Hermione, trying to talk over their own pounding footsteps.

"What was she so worried about?" Ron said.

"I dunno, said Harry. "I guess she must really need to send a letter."

"To who though?"

"Maybe we can catch her- Pixie Wings!" harry called out to the picture of the Fat Lady sealing the common room enterance.

As the picture swung open, Harry and Ron hurled themselves through the portrait hole, ran across the common room, towards Hermione, who was just walking away from the window and turning back around...
WHAM!!!

In a mass of tangled robes and twisted limbs, the three friends collided into each other, crashing to the floor.

"Ouch!"
"Oof! Sorry, I- Ow!"

"Get your knee out of my - ow!- back, Harry!"

"Hey! Ow! My hair!"
"Watch it!"
"Was that your arm? Sorry."
"Hermione,-ah!- could you get-off!"
"Ow! Ron! That was my finger!"
"Who was that? Did I step on you?"
"Sorry!"
After more cries of pain and hurried apoplogies, they were finally able to detach themselves from each other. Slightly sweaty and gaspign for breath, harry was able to crawl over to a nearby chair and pull himselves into it. Hermione reached up and used the window ledge to hoist herself upright. ron tried to get up, but wincing with pain, settled for just lying on the floor, trying to breath right again.

Hermione looked from Harry, who was wiping his glasses on his robes, to Ron, still on the ground, and asked "So? What was that about?"

"Well, we -um- we just wanted to know who you were writing to," said Harry, placing his glasses back on.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You two run in here and tackle me to the ground just to see who I was writing to?"

Ron sat up slowly and shrugged. "Not quite, but hey, whatever works."

"Uh-huh. well, sorry to disappoint you two, but the letter is off. I was just shutting the window after Pig."

"So, who were you writing to?" Harry asked.

Hermione's cheeks went pink, somethin that Ron was quick to notice.

"Oooh! hermione is blushing! Hhmmmm...was she writing to someone special?"

"No! Shut up, Ron!" said Hermione growing pinker.

Harry allowed himself a grin. "C'mon, Hermione, tell us. I promise we won't laugh, tell us."

"It's late and I'm going to bed," said Hermione getting up. "See you two in the morning." She walked up the staircase to the girls dormitory. Once her footsteps dies down, Ron looked at Harry with a silly look on his face.
"who d'you think it is, Harry?"

"Dunno," Harry replied.
"Hmmmm..which guy could it be...."
"She never said it was a guy."
"Yeah...but you know it was," Ron looked thoughtful. "Maybe...nah."

"What?" asked Harry.
Ron looked at him suddenly serious. "What if it's to one of us?"

Harry gave a snort of laughter. "'One of us'? You didn't hit hte ground that hard did you?" Harry grinned at Ron, but his grin faded a bit at the look on his best friends face.
"Oh c'mon, Ron. If it does have to do with- with one of us, why doesn't she jsut talk to us? Why'd she send the letter?"

"To seem less obvious? Maybe she wanted to be romantic. Go figure how a girls' mind works."

They stared at each other, each thinking the same thing, but neither of them wanted to bring it up. Ron got up and sat in a chair opposite of Harry. He was still looking serious, but also a bit worried. Harry new what he was thinking about. It had been on his mind a lot too. All summer long, he had thought about the quick kiss Hermione had given him on the cheek at the end of their fourth year. He had decided to let it pass, but when he met up with her and Ron at Platform 9 3/4 at the start of this year, she had kissed them both again. It was a bit strange, but mostly because the two boys liked it. He knew Ron wanted to talk about it, so did he, but Harry suddenly didn't want to hear it. Not now.

"Harry-"
"Shut up Ron."

"No. we really need to talk about this-"

"Shut up Ron."

"You can't pretend it's not there-"

"Shut up Ron."
"It's bound to happen. You know it will-"

"SHUT UP RON!"

Harry was on his feet. " I don't want to talk about it!"

Ron stared at him very intently and very un-Ron-like.
"We have to"
"I'm going ot bed. Goodnight Ron."
"harry-"
"Goodnight Ron."

Ron stared at him harder. Finally, Harry relaxed and heaved a sigh.. "Okay, okay. I know we need to talk. But can't we do it some other time? Not tonight. But later."
harry watched Ron think it over. "Fine," Ron said after a moment, getting up. "Later."

Together, they walked up the staircase tot heir dormitory, where the other Gryffindor fifth-year boys were sleeping. harry and Ron got into their pajamas and climbed into bed, neither of them saying anything to the other.
Harry lay awake, starring up at his bed hangings around him. he wished he hadn't been so snippy with Ron. It wasn't his fault after all. In fact it was really no one's fault. It was just something that happened and needed to be dealt with. Harry just didn't like the subject."

He sighed and rolled over. "Ron's right though," he thought, "we do need to talk before anything happens." Harry thought a moment then scowled into the darkness.
'This is stupid though. This shouldn't be happening. We shouldn't have to talk about htis. As if one of us would date Hermione....."

Author's Note: So, do you like it? It does start to move pretty quickly after this. The whole story is actually finished, I just need to upload it all. But whether or not I will continue this story will be judged on my responses...so REVIEW!!