Here's my second chapter! Ummmm.I don't know what else to say, but please read and review! Hope you like it!

Dances, Dreams, and Disasters

Chapter 2: Realizations

For the next few days, Ron couldn't get Hermione's words out of his head. 'Even if I did like Viktor, as more than a friend I mean, why would you care? Since when are you interested in my love life?' Ron thought about that constantly. Why did he care? One morning when he woke up, he figured he would ask Ginny about it. He went down to breakfast. Everyone was already up. They were all sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal and bagels. Harry looked up at Ron, smiling.

"Morning, sleepyhead. It's about time you got up. We've all been up for two hours already." Harry said, nodding towards the rest of Ron's family.

"Thanks, Harry." Ron said, sitting between him and Ginny.

"Hey Gin, can I ask you something?"

Without looking up from her cereal, she said "Ask away."

"Er," Ron's ears turned pink as he looked around at his five other brothers and his best friend at the table. He whispered to Ginny "It's kind of a personal question."

"Oh, okay." Ginny said, looking up at him curiously. She quickly finished her breakfast, and led Ron out of the kitchen.

"Where are you two going?" Harry called after them. They came back.

"Ummm.somewhere," Ron said.

"Can I come?" Harry asked, wanting to know where "somewhere" was. He saw Ron scowl and shake his head at Ginny.

"Of course you can come, Harry." Ginny replied, smiling sweetly at Ron. Ron punched her on the arm.

They all went up to Ron's room. Ginny looked around at the mess, a slight frown on her face.

"How can you ever find anything in here?" She wondered disapprovingly.

"I don't know. I manage." Ron sighed, sitting down on his bed. Ginny sat next to him on the bed, and Harry sat on an old box that used to hold Ron's huge collection of chocolate frog cards.

"So," Ginny started, turning towards him. "What's up?"

Ron cleared his throat. "Well, I got a letter from Hermione, and she said she was in-"

"Bulgaria." Ginny finished. "We know."

"What?!?! You knew? Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't Hermione tell me?" Ron asked, bewildered, looking from his sister to his best friend and back.

"Hermione didn't tell you because she knew you wouldn't want her to go," Ginny said.

"And we didn't want to tell you because we know how much you hate Viktor, and we knew you would be mad at Hermione and us." Harry said.

"How did you know I don't like Viktor?" Ron asked, trying to make it sound somewhat calm.

"Well, judging by your poster, I would say you didn't like him." Ginny said, pointing to an old poster that had been taped to Ron's closet door. Ron grinned sheepishly. It was an old poster of Viktor Krum. Ron had idolized Krum when he was younger. Over the summer though, Ron had found a few old muggle darts in his dad's garage (his dad was obsessed with muggle stuff) and had thrown them all at the poster. Ron thought it was fun to puncture Krum's scowling face.

"I guess I don't like him." Ron said.

Harry coughed, and it sounded oddly like the word "jealous." Ginny giggled. Ron was furious.

"Jealous? Me? Why would I be jealous of bloody Vicky?"

"Maybe he has something you want." Harry said innocently.

"Sure Harry. What does he have that I would want?" Ron asked sarcastically, but knowing the answer.

Ginny and Harry glanced at each other. Then they both stated simply

"Hermione."

Ron tried to hide his feelings by looking confused.

"Oh come on, Ron. We know you like her. It's so obvious." Ginny said gently.

Ron thought about it for a minute. Why did he hate Viktor so much? The only good reason Ron could think of was that he took Hermione to the ball. Ron suddenly had a dizzy, queasy feeling, and realized it was the same feeling he had had last year when he found out that the beautiful girl dancing with Krum was Hermione. He knew Ginny and Harry were right. Ron did like Hermione.

"Oh bloody hell, you're right," Ron mumbled, staring at the floor.

"I knew you were in love with her." Ginny said, grinning proudly.

I'm not in love, I just happen to like her more than I used to. A lot more."

"What's the difference?" Harry asked slyly.

"Er, umm." Ron stumbled. "Who else knows?"

"Besides Harry and me? Lets see. Mum, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, Charlie." Ginny was counting them off on her fingers.

"Alright, that's enough!" Ron said, very agitated.

"Should we leave now?" Harry asked.

"That would be great," Ron grumbled.

Harry and Ginny left, closing the door behind them.

Ron laid down on his bed, and looked out his window. He watched the fluffy white clouds playfully race across the blue sky. He crossed his arms behind his head and tried to sort out his feelings.

"So I like Hermione," he thought to himself. "It could be worse, I suppose." He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

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