A/n: This is chapter 4! I've tried many times to lengthen it out but it didn't work out that way. Anyway here it goes:

Chapter 4

"Hones'ly Ron, 'ermione will be fine." Harry said, giving his friend a pat on the back. It was breakfast time and it was also the day after Hermione had given them the "good news". "Besides," Harry added "She is a big girl and she does know a good deal of protection spells. She'll be okay." Ron looked up at Harry and then looked side to side. He leaned over closer to Harry. "Harry.can I tell you something?" Harry was concerned with his friend. Ron was never really open with anyone, so this troubled Harry. "Sure Ron, what's on your mind?" Ron looked hesitantly at his friend and looked down at the table while he spoke. "Well Harry, I'm not sure I've ever told you that I err. sort've got these feelings for Hermione. Not that I like her or anything, but every time someone threatens to hurt her in any way possible I feel helpless, like I'm not there all the time to prevent it. And then I just mess things up by saying something stupid." Ron looked up at his friend.

"Go on Harry I know you want to laugh." Harry looked at Ron and smiled. "No, actually I'm glad you said that to me now because I was beginning to wonder when you were actually going to admit you like her." Ron nearly choked on his pumpkin juice. "I do not like her." "Sure you don't." No matter what Ron would always be Ron, and because of that he would never admit he liked Hermione. Harry peeked up at his friend and saw he was blushing. He noticed that Ron only did that when someone mentioned Hermione or threatened her in any way. Harry chuckled. This was going to be one long year. He realized that Hermione was not being wise in her decision to accept the proposal which left her to live her year with Malfoy. It wasn't smart because of Malfoy's family background and his capabilities with spells and the dark arts he was able to harm Hermione, which was what the boys feared.

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Upstairs Hermione shut her eyes against the bright sunlight that flowed into the dormitory. She groaned. I'm late for breakfast. She ran to her chest, grabbed a fresh pair of robes and went into the bathroom and took the fastest shower in history. By the time she reached the great hall breakfast was halfway done. She took her usual spot between Harry and Ron, poured herself some oatmeal, and began to eat at a hurried pace for the fear that she would be late for class. "Uhh..Hermione you may want to chew between bites." Harry told her. She looked up at her friend. "Sorry Harry, don't want to be late for class." And she picked up her books and left.

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Walking down the hallways to her next class, Transfiguration, Hermione was deep in thought. This is going to be a terrible year. Why on earth didn't I think about this when McGonagall proposed it? Not noticing where she was going she bumped into none other than Professor McGonagall. "Why Ms. Granger I have been searching all over for you!" "Sorry Professor I left my room late, and left breakfast early for classes. And then I." "It's perfectly alright Ms. Granger. I was inquiring you to show you to your new dormitory and to let you get settled. And you would be pleased to know that you have no classes today (at this Hermione's face fell). Please follow me." So Hermione followed the professor, not knowing that one of the most unforgetful years of her life had just begun at that moment.

A/n: So sorry about this but I need your help. Please email me with ideas and constructive criticism at lunareclipse73@aol.com