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"Ron do you like me in that way?" Because of how detached I was acting, it seemed easier to ask stuff like that, almost as if I can imagine he's not here.

"Christ, I don't know," He said in this incredibly strained voice. I felt bad for him, but wouldn't let it show, you just can't do that, you can't just let people like Ron male you feel bad, otherwise... Well, I'd be his.

But sometimes I think, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"When you do know, then come back and ask me that question," I said still detached. He nodded his eyes lingering on me an extra second before he turned to leave, he was halfway to the door when he turned,

"Hermione,"

"Yeah," I asked. He caught me off guard, I hadn't expected him to say anything more.

"I'm sorry about accusing you of, well, everything, your not a, erm, slut, you looked, uh, look nice," He mumbled in this rushed way. Why does he do that? The second I let my guard down he turns into this sweet mumbling... Attractive, gentleman, you know, the kind that girls always dream of finding but only really seem to find in muggle movies and books.

By the time I had mopped myself up off the ground (when he had said it I had practically melted) He was gone and even worse then that, I suddenly really wanted him to come back.

Am I really that pathetic, that I need a guy to tell me I look pretty to feel happy with myself?

I was only sitting in there for about five minutes feeling entirely pathetic and at the same time somehow almost happy, when Ginny came in to talk to me.

"He really does love you, you know," Was the first thing she said, as she was stepping inside.

"Well, hi to you too Ginny," I murmured sarcastically.

"He says that you told him he couldn't... dance?" She asked confusedly. I thought for a second before shaking my head and rolling my eyes.

"I said, We couldn't dance around each other," I explained.

"Which, I guess is why he said something about you making him decide whether he liked you or something?"

"Something like that," I muttered laying back on my bed sighing loudly.

"He does you know,"

"If he did, don't you think he'd ask me without being bribed?" I asked realizing how afraid I was that, that was proof he didn't like me.

"You know how Ron is. When he really likes something, he tries to stay away from it. Like that broom, the one he really wanted, but knew he couldn't afford? He avoided going to the broom shop because he didn't want to disappoint himself," Ginny explained.

"So your saying he thought he couldn't AFFORD me so he avoided me-"

"Until Harry offered to pay," Ginny said nodding and grinning as if I'd finally realized something I'd been trying to understand for ages.

It's kind of sick when you think about it, Harry offered to pay for me. But I knew that's not really what Ginny meant. She was saying he didn't think he was GOOD enough for me, so he wouldn't ask until Harry forced him to.

Him not good enough for ME. Ronald Weasley, who has been asked out by most every girl in our year, minus a few Slytherins, this year and several in the year bellow. The same Ron, who is not only sweet and funny, but quite attractive too.

I was thinking about this when I noticed that the door had closed, Ginny had left and I was left to wonder what was happening to me.

Did I like him? Did he like me? Could we ever possibly be anything? Even with all our fighting? Did I even want to consider it?

I thought about all the questions and all the possible answers before I finally thought I had a solution.

"Harry," I started walking into the Gryffindor common room, he was sitting talking to Ginny, "Um, sorry, but can I talk to you Harry?" He gave Ginny a little apologetic glance and followed me into the Girl's Dormitory.

"What is it?" He asked.

"What do you think I should do about Ron?" I asked his face broke into a grin.

"Do you love him?" He asked.

"God Harry, I'm fifteen," Hermione groaned.

"God Harry, I like the sound of that," He joked, "Fine then, do you LIKE him?" Hermione shrugged.

"I dunno, sometimes I think so," I mumbled my face getting all red.

"He loves you, I'm sure Gin' already told you that," I nodded affirmation. "Do you believe her?"

I considered. There did seem to be a lot of evidence pointing in that direction.

"That's what you're here for, I need you to make me know. You're both of our best friend, you should know better then anyone whether you think we should be together," I explained to him.

"You want me to tell you that you two are perfect for each other?" He asked grinning widely.

"Well, if we are,"

"Hermione, he's practically addicted to you, totally whipped, I think if you two don't get together soon, it'll get pretty sad on his part... And pretty cold on yours... your perfect for each other."

I sighed.

"Alright then,"

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, do I get a bribe?" Hermione asked giving him a accusing look. He looked sheepish.

"I just wanted him to stop stressing about asking you and get it over with," He explained.

"Thanks Harry," I whispered hugging him.