Please and review. I am thankful for each and every review. I am not getting as much reviews as I did last time so I think I must be doing something wrong. So pls if you guys have the time pls tell me how to improve the story.

Sorry I have not been updating for a long time, as I have been really sick with the flu. In fact my doctor told me that the only thing that could sure me were reviews. So if you people are really kind and caring you will review this humble work so that I can get better. Thanks!
This will be slightly less on humor at first.

Camilas: OK ok … sorry I take so long update…. Will try harder next time…I will be updating stories today….4 k words!! I know I have not been updating my other stories but I assure you…when I do…it will be worth it !!! hopefully…

Disclaimer: Only the plot


For all purposes, it really looked to other people that Draco hated Hermione from the moment she entered Hogwarts. After all she was a 'Mudblood' and she was ugly. Any chance he got, he would insult and criticize her. So it had come as a bit of shock at first when Draco had tried to kiss Hermione when he was drunk a few months. All seemed to be forgotten when he claimed that it was the alcohol that made him seen the ' Ugly little Mudblood' as someone else. But…. well…


Hermione had definitely changed from her bushy, buck-toothed days. She had become someone that was desirable. The only reason that no one had ever went for her (other than Krum) was because all knew that her heart belonged to Ron.


It pissed Draco off, to see the two of them so close. Despite his excuses to Crabbe and Goyle, the real reason he wanted to split Ron and Hermione apart was because he wanted Hermione for himself.


He still remembered when he had seen Hermione in Hogsmead with the other two assholes in Muggle clothing. In her body hugging skirt and brown blouse, she had looked good enough to eat. Draco had almost given in to the temptation of ripping off her clothes there and then and taking her in front of everyone.


Two things stopped him. Firstly, his death at the hands of his father. Lucius wouldn't give a damn how many pureblood girls he ravaged, but a mud blood was definitely off-limits. Secondly, Ron Weasely. As much as he thought he was better than that redhead was, he knew he couldn't beat Ron in a fistfight. To use magic would have drawn too much attention.


His gaze then fell upon a corner of the Slytherin room where guys surrounded a stunningly beautiful Slytherin. He beckoned to her and she quickly made her way over to him brushing all the other guys off. If it had been anyone else than Malfoy, some words might have been exchanged. As it was everyone else simply went in different directions.


He watched the older Slytherin approach. He had screwed Sherri long ago when he first saw her. She was not only beautiful but had the body of a young goddess. Like Granger.... She had easily given in knowing the benefits of being on Draco Malfoy's good side. She like the other s had become boring. There was no conquest, no sense of achievement as he did her. Bored he ignored from her from then on, occasionally going back when he needed to relieve himself.


She was more than willing. Her family could only go up with Draco being her bed. She smiled back at him sweetly. He was not fooled. Under the sugary sweet smile, lay a viper. She would do anything for him including feeding him to Voldermot. He would have to be careful.


" Yes, Draco?" she asked, slightly pushing her breasts outwards. He smiled to himself. Yes, she was the perfect type. If Weasley was still into pretty, hot girls, this was the perfect plan." I want you to seduce Weasley."


She raised her eyebrows questioningly. "For what? Although he is kind of tasty..."


" I want to break him and the mud blood up. He shouldn't go around polluting the pure magic blood." he replied staring coldly at her eyes.


Sherri knew that look and bit back her tongue. It was wiser to do what he wanted rather than question him...for now. Besides Weasley was not that bad. Quite muscular and she did have a thing for red-hair." Ok." she said. "I'll do him by the end of the week."


Draco smiled again at her retreating back. Now on to the next part. Granger always had been slightly low in the self-confidence. He knew exactly what to do to win her.

Hermione giggled to herself. She was sure this was Ron. Lying on her bed, she began to read the card again.

' Roses are red, violets are blue, Once again, I love you!'

Ok, so it was a bit childish. And not very romantic. But that didn't matter cause it was Ron who sent it. Her Ron. The light of her life. The knight who rescued her in all her dreams. The one, who then ripped her clothes off as she moaned in pleasure and proceeded to...

Blushing, she sat up on her bed. Her whole body felt intoxicated. Ron was the only one who could make her feel this way. Sort of like floating in the sky, surrounded by the beautiful sunset of gold-red sunset colored skies. She imagined him giving his lopsided grin while caressing her face with his hands.

Bang! The window slammed shut, bringing her out of her daydream. She looked at the envelope it came in again. It was lavish, compared to the poem, with gold sprinkles and silver outlines. Like the earlier poems though, there was no signature. It didn't matter however, cause who else would send her love poems?

That thought suddenly brought her back down from the clouds. She bit her lip and looked at the card again. Why would Ron ever send her such things? Despite all the time they spent together, he had never once shown her, any interest in becoming more to each other than just best friends.

She had immediately thought that Ron had sent this because, well, she had wanted to believe it so badly. But now that she actually thought about it, there was nothing to indicate Ron on it. Except the childish parts, of course.

And also he hadn't been acting weird at all. Normally knowing Ron he couldn't keep a secret without turning violently red. She got up and started to pace back and forth, in front of her bed, biting on her hair at the same time. Maybe she would just ask him if he sent it...No! That would be too embarrassing. He'll definitely deny it if I came straight out and say that. I know! I'll show him the poem and * innocently * ask if he knew who did it. That would work. If it were Ron, he would immediately blush and start stammering. Grabbing the card, she turned to the mirror and adjusted her hair. Not so bad nowadays. Her hair was still bushy, but her features had definitely become more pronounced. Her brown eyes gleamed with intelligence and practically shined when Ron was with her. At first her nose had looked huge but admittedly it was now cute and delicate.

She turned around and looked her body from the side. That too had most assuredly come of age and she would definitely not be afraid to compete in a swimsuit contest. Not that she would want to show off her body to Ron. But…

Humming a slight tune to herself, she adjusted her clothes. If by any chance, it wasn't Ron….

Hermione silenced her brain before it could get further. In her imagination, Ron had already confessed and the two of them were snogging their hearts out.

She walked into the Gryffindor common room, scanning for her redhead hero. Red hair with black… Ginny. Two redheads... Twins. She frowned. Where wa- Ah! There he was in front of the fire.

She approached him excitedly. He looked up when he heard her approaching. Smiling, he patted to a part of the couch next to him, motioning her to sit down. She sat, seeing out the corner of her eye, that Harry and Ginny had come out of their embrace and were looking her curiously.

" She looks damned excited! " whispered Harry into Ginny's ear. "Look at her face, it's so flushed!"

Ginny had to agree with him. Hermione really did look almost delirious with excitement. What on earth could possibly get her so worked up? Frowning, she got up to make her way over to her brother and best friend.

Harry, followed his girlfriend, also curious at the sight of Hermione's face. They plopped down next to Ron, sitting not so close, knowing how Ron could get sometimes. But they could have started tearing each other's clothes off without Ron ever even noticing. He was too busy gazing dreamily into Hermione's brown eyes. They were both almost oblivious to everyone else's presence.

" What's up 'Mione?" said Ron gazing at Hermione. Ginny giggled when she heard her brother use the pet name. He had always criticized her for being so sappy, but he would have died if he ever knew how sappy he really was when it came to Hermione.

" Nothing much. I ...just wanted to ask you something. Answer me truthfully ok?" she replied staring right back at his bright blue eyes. Her heart beat faster as she drew forth the card from her pocket. This was it! Here goes nothing!

* Ron's brain: " Answer her properly you dweeb!"*

Ron gave an irritated nod to signal that he would. His brain had lately taken to insulting him more and more nowadays. One day he would show the lumpy loudmouth who was the boss, but for now, Hermione demanded his attention.

" What did ya want?" he said noticing the card she was holding out to him. Curious, he took it out of her hand and began to read it to himself. His vision began to turn red.

" Do you happen to know anything about who sent this poem?" she said smiling hopefully. " Anything at-"

" NO!" Ron shouted. The whole common room stopped upon hearing Ron. None however were more shocked than Hermione who suddenly lost her hopeful smile.

" Who sent this to ya? Was it Vicky!?" Ron said moving closer to Hermione. He looked absolutely furious. Hermione stared back at him in shock. If it wasn't Ron then who?

" I thought it was you?" She said timidly, slowly feeling her hopes drain away.

" No! Why would I ever do something as dumb as give you such a dumb poem!" Ron shouted back. The people watching winced when Ron said that. Hermione, who looked lost at first, now began to acquire a more familiar face of anger.

" WHO SAID IT'S DUMB!?!?" she screamed back at him.

" I DID! WHAT A DUMB PIECE OF NONSEN-" was as far as he got before Hermione slapped him hard. Gasps of shock were heard from the common room, including Ginny's. Ron stood in mute shock, one hand at his cheek, just standing and watching Hermione who managed to compose her self. " Just because a fool like you doesn't understand anything, doesn't give you the right to go around criticizing. Asshole." Calmly she turned around and made her way around the frozen Gryffindorians, who were absolutely nonplussed, up to the girls' dormitories.

Harry stared at her disappearing back, his mouth still hanging open. Not only had she slapped Ron, she had also cursed! What the hell was going on? He turned around to look at Ron who was still standing stiffly.

Ron looked stupidly at the door the girls' dorm, which Hermione had gone into. He didn't know what exactly was happening. Realizing that everyone was looking at him, he turned and ran out of the common room.

*Ron's brain (absolutely furious): " What the hell did you think you were doing?!? Why didn't you admit to sending the poem?! You lousy-"

"But sir! We didn't!" cried the hands.

"What!?"

"Our system did not write that letter sir!"

Ron's brain paused. This was bad. Someone was trying to get in their way. "Right boys, start working." He said to the brain cells." We gotta find out who's trying to steal her away from us" *

Harry then turned Ginny. He gestured to Hermione and she nodded before pointing after Ron and going up to the girls' dorm. He grabbed his wand and quickly left to go look for his best friend.

Ginny pushed the curtain around Hermione's bed and found her friend sobbing into the pillow. Sighing to herself, she sat down on the bed, reaching out a hand to stroke Hermione's hair. She could feel the sobs that were racking through her friend's body.

For the life of her, she couldn't understand how this had happened. Ron and Hermione had been getting along superb. Snape had been so confident that he was going to win the pool, set up by the twins, on when Ron and Hermione would get together. He had bet (big she heard, almost triple figures!) on 20th Dec! Ginny herself had put a bet together with Harry for the 25th of December. They both thought that that with a few Christmas kisses, her dumb brother would be able to win the heart he had desired for so long. And now this…all because of one card.

She noticed more of the same cards all over the bed. Using her other hand, she picked one up and read it

" Roses' are red, Violets are Blue

I love the way you look today!"

Ginny had to bite back a smile. They did sound like something Ron would send. It was silly, but it must have meant the world to Hermione. Ginny knew first hand that no matter how much she scolded Ron for doing silly things, that was one of the reasons Hermione adored her brother.

She remembered a talk they had once in the Common room. She had asked Hermione if she really thought that Ron was dumb but Hermione had immediately shook her head. Blushing, she confessed that she only did it because she was worried for him. She didn't want him to get into any unnecessary trouble. Ron was always doing stupid stuff.

"You know him, he never thinks before jumping into a fight. No matter how many times Malfoy goads him, he never learns his lesson." Hermione said looking at the fire. " Why can't he just think first before doing anything so rash? Honestly..."

Ginny was glad Hermione wasn't looking at her. She really did feel like just bursting out and laughing her head off at Hermione's worried tone. She knew that the only time Ron ever fought with Malfoy was when the git insulted her or Hermione. Her, well she was his sister, but Hermione was a different story. He would get so pissed to the point that he would forget about punishments and expulsion. To him, insulting Hermione was the worse thing ever. He didn't really care anymore when Malfoy insulted him or Harry. Hermione was the only one he looked out for. But of course, in typical Ron and Hermione fashion, she never realized this and Ron would have shook hands and kissed Malfoy, before he ever admitted this.

She snorted causing Hermione to turn to her in slight surprise. Mistaking Ginny's red face for anger, she said quickly.

" I am not calling him stupid. But he just is sooo impulsive! But I do like him. Er... I mean like it. When he acts dumb. I mean…ah...when he is fooling around with me." She gasped when she realized what she said.

Ginny's face turned redder at she tried to control the laughter that was threatening to bubble from her lips. Hermione was babbling at this point.

" I mean…ah…. what I mean is that…when he is joking with me. No one can make me laugh like him." She said weakly.

" Really? Then why don't you ever tell him that? The only things you guys seem to enjoy is screaming with each other! Are you sure about that? Is that really what your relationship is about?" Ginny asked raising an eyebrow. Hermione had blushed at the word relationship, but now tilted her head and sighed.

" I don't like fighting with him you know. But sometimes it's the only way to keep some form of communication with him. When he's angry with me…he justs ignores me completely. It …hurts." The last part was said in a low voice, the pain evident.

Ginny fumed silently at her brother. Hermione really did look very sad now, thinking about all the times she and Ron had fought. What she couldn't tell Hermione, was that Ron was just as miserable whenever the two of them fought. She remembered back to the time when the both of them had screamed at each other over Scabbers. Ron had truly been sorry but refused to say anything as his pride got in the way.

No matter what the rest thought they knew, she alone knew how much her brother liked Hermione. Liked? Maybe love was the proper word. Harry was the only other one who knew the true depths of Ron's feelings.

The only reason neither of them ever said anything was because they knew how irritated Ron and Hermione got whenever anyone else interfered in their business. Besides it was fun and cute to see the way the two 'love-birds' acted around each other. They were truly Hogwarts' cutest non-couple.

Admittedly there had been other girls interested, like a 7th year Hufflepuff who had actually gone so far as to ask Ron out on a date. But that didn't work out at all. Her brother only had eyes for one girl. No one, not even Fleur could hold a candle to Hermione in Ron eyes. This she knew from one the few moments Ron had let his guard down and actually said what he thought of Hermione.

She remembered the way Ron's eyes had sparkled fondly when he described the way she chased after him to do his homework. The way she stood up to Malfoy or just the way she refused to let anyone stop her when she made her mind up.

Ginny remembered another incident when Hermione had come to visit the Burrow before school started. The look of longing and love on her brother's face when he looked at Hermione, positively made the hair on the back of her neck stand!

She couldn't help feeling a bit jealous upon hearing her brother describe another girl like so. She and Ron had always been close and knew that Ron had always thought of her as his …well… jewel, and no matter what she argued with him, secretly she relished the way her brother loved her. But to somehow lose her place actually made her feel a tinny bit jealous. She knew what she had with Harry was great, but what Hermione and Ron had was way beyond it. The two of them, when they decided to stop hurting each other, and finally get together would truly be something to admire and aspire to.

But if this card wasn't sent by her brother, then it meant that out there was a guy who was interested in pursuing Hermione.

" Who on earth could possibly be interested in you?" thought Ginny, out loud, not realizing how that sounded. Hermione however did, and looked up at Ginny, fire flashing in her eyes.

" Of course! You are just like your brother! Who on earth could ever be interested in the ugly bookworm! Well I have news for you! There is someone and you can go and tell that irritating, useless bastard of a brother of yours that!" With that she jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door.

Ginny groaned to herself. She hadn't really been thinking about what she said but that wasn't what she meant. Guys had been interested in Hermione since noticing her at last year's ball. It was just that everyone also knew that Ron would beat the crap out of anyone who did dare to approach Hermione.

She briefly considered telling Hermione that, but realized that Hermione was not going to listen to anything she had to say. She groaned again, realizing how much more badly she had just made the situation. Hermione was really hurt now, and who knew what she might do?

She may have been the smartest student around but when it came to Ron, everything just seemed go wrong. Sighing, Ginny got up to leave. She dearly hoped Harry was doing better than she did.

" Ron! Wait!" shouted Harry in vain. Nothing was as fast as an angry or embarrassed Weasley. He stopped, gasping, trying to catch his breath. Ron had disappeared from his view. Harry leaned back against the wall, trying to think about what he would say if he ever did catch up with Ron.

He realized there was only one place Ron would go to. Quickly, (walking only) he made his way to the library. Normally even wild hippogriffs couldn't get Ron into a library, but ever since he had started studying with Hermione, Harry had caught Ron spending extra time in there by himself. After a confrontation, Ron had admitted, blushingly, that he enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere. Harry had the idea that Hermione had a big part to play in that decision but decided to let it go.

He ran into the library. There was no flaming head in sight. Madam Pince who had been busy tiding up some books looked up angrily at him. He looked back at her sheepishly. She relented seeing his worried eyes. Turning back to her books, she said, pointing to a rather dark part of the library, near the back." He is in there."

With a grateful look, he was about to race over but remembered in time, and forced himself to walk calmly over to the area she pointed to. His nose wrinkled at the dust. Why on earth did Ron choose this spot? And for that matter how was it that Madam Pince ignored dust in her library?

As he walked further in, he noticed a door in the side of the wall. It was so innocuous that had he not been paying attention, he would have just walked right past it. That must be where Ron was hiding. He moved towards the door, pausing in front of it. What exactly was he going to say?

Pls. Does anyone have any gd ideas for Harry to say to save the day??

This chapter is long so now i hope you all understand why it took so long to write…I am slow : )

At the risk of sounding shameless…pls pls review…