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"Oh. Well, it's tomorrow, so I doubt I could find anyone else to go with." His words still echo in my ears just like they did all last night. There still they're this morning. Valentines day is today. I'm really starting to hate Valentines Day because:

1. I accidentally forced a guy who obviously doesn't want to go with me, into asking me.
2. Schools canceled
3. It's really cold in England in January and I've gotten a bit of a soar throat from being outside for so long yesterday.

Everyone seemed annoyingly happy at breakfast, except of course Ron who avoided looking at me throughout breakfast and, well, me. Harry was smiling real wide when I got there and Ginny was blushing and Ron was making that Somebody-Shoot-Me face he makes whenever Harry and Ginny get into one of their flirtatious moods.

"Morning Mione," Harry said shooting Ron a look. I rolled my eyes.

"So now you've become so lazy that they can't say my full name, too Harry?" I tried to joke.

"Well, it's kinda catchy," Harry, said and then in an undertone, "Especially when someone's talking about MIONE all night." He was staring at Ron and I wondered what Ron had been saying about me. Probably complaining about how he got stuck going to the ball with a bloody bookworm.

Ron elbowed Harry and Harry gave him a mock-questioning look. It made me angry. If he didn't want to go he shouldn't have asked, and he didn't have to complain about me to the whole bloody world. I looked down at my breakfast, glaring at it.

"What's wrong?" Ginny asked. I shook my head still glaring at my food-piled plate.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

"You look like your trying to pick a fight with your scrambled eggs," Harry said smirking.

"I'm not hungry," I said getting up and sniffling, stupid cold weather.
I was up in my dormitory for about an hour before Parvati came up to get some lipgloss.

"So you're just going to stay up here and sulk all day?" She asked after I had explained my basic problem of going to the Valentine ball with someone who didn't like me like that.

"No, I'm just tired is all," I lied. She gave me a Yeah-Right look before asking:

"So, who are you going with anyways?" This surprised me, I sort of thought everyone knew.

"No one, just some guy," I mumbled.

"Oh really? I sorta thought Ron Weasley might ask you seeing as you had that whole little 'thing' last year." I gave her a look.

"What thing?" I asked.

"Well, you know 'next time ask me first and not as a last resort!'" She mimicked. I blushed slightly.

"Well, for your information, he did ask me, and that IS who I'm going with," I stated figuring I should tell her now instead of showing up with Ron and giving her the opportunity to embarrass me.

"What?" she asked rhetorically, "But Hermione, he does like you, like THAT. I mean, it's kind of obvious," She said in her best know-it-all voice, I wondered momentarily if that's what I sounded like before letting what she had just said sink in.

"No, he doesn't, believe me," I said miserably.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"I, I, don't want to talk about it," I muttered pulling the curtains around my bed shut.

"Fine," Parvati muttered, annoyed, before leaving. I laid in my bed thinking and yes, maybe even sulking a little for a while, every once in a while reading bits and pieces of school textbooks, in a failed attempt to get something done in all this wasted time.

In the end I ended up rereading all the letters I'd ever gotten form Ron trying to figure out if maybe in them, he somehow accidentally hinted at where she stood in there friendship.

I had been so sure that he had like me at least a little when he had acted so jealous over the whole Viktor Krum thing. But now...

Hermione,
Summer's actually getting kinda boring, I miss you and Harry. So I was wondering if you guys could maybe come over again for part of the summer like you guys have before. Harry already said to come pick him up as soon as possible, so we'll probably get him tomorrow, if you can come then owl me back, but do it soon because Ginny is driving me mad with all her bloody talking about how I get friends over and she doesn't. maybe she forgot that she hardly Has any friends. (I know what your thinking right now, your mentally going, "Ron you should be nice to Ginny," Well, you don't know how annoying she is) Anyways, I figure if you come that will count as her friend too, so I won't have to put up with mental little fourteen year olds all summer, well, other then you since your birthday's not until September, but you don't count.
If you don't owl me in the next twenty-four hours I'll assume you went to stay with Vicky, where he'll probably try to kill you or make you a deatheater or something and in that case I'll assume that I won't be seeing you again until your funeral, at which I will first say "I told you so," To your dead body and then go kill Vicky to avenge you.
So write back soon!

Love, from,

Ron
I glared at the letter. Why do men have to be so confusing, like everything can seem one way but in the end it's totally different because they have so many stupid hidden messages in everything they do.

I was quiet through most of lunch eating a bit more then I normally do, due to the lack of breakfast.

"Want to come up and get ready with us?" Ginny asked me after lunch, I shrugged.

"Sure."

"It sure takes girls a long time to get ready, the ball's not for four and a half hours," Harry said shaking his head.

"Well you want us to look nice don't you?" Ginny asked giving Harry one of those looks that today made me feel a bit annoyed. I glanced at Ron to see how he responded to Ginny's comment. He had been looking at me, but looked away quickly when our eyes met, it made my stomach flip over, was he looking at me in a fond way or glaring at me?

I had gotten new robes since the previous year due to getting a little thinner and very slightly taller, not to mention changing in other places. They were red dress robes. Whine red form fitting robes that cut down lower in the front then any other shirt I've ever worn. The tan line because of it looked slightly odd, even with it being winter, it was obvious that some of the skin had never before seen the light of day.

"Sexy," Lavender said when she saw them, my face turned red and I crossed my arms over my chest trying to hid the fact that it cut down so low.

"God Hermione," Ginny mumbled.

"Does it look that bad?" I asked self-consciously.

"No, it looks good," Ginny said reassuringly. "My brother's gonna freak," She said grinning. I hoped so.

I didn't wear much make-up, just some red lipstick and mascara that the others insisted I wear. Along with a plain golden chain. My hair I let hang free all over my shoulders making it smooth with Sleek-easy's hair potion.

I was the first one ready but the last one ready to go out. I was more nervous then I've ever been in my entire life.

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The end of yet another chapter of annoyingness, on the part of Ron and Hermione who are too blind to realize what they feel about each other.
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