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*Chapter Two- Last Minute Letter*

Hermione awoke the next morning feeling very tired. She had slept, of course but it was a restless sleep. She quickly got dressed and as she did so, she saw the parchment. The parchment that was labeled "Ron" that she was to give to him today. Today is the day of truth, when I'll finally know. She thought sadly, she didn't think she'd get the answer she really wanted back. With a heavy sigh she jammed the parchment into her robe pocket and went down into the common room to wait for Harry and Ron.

It wasn't too much longer until Harry and Ron come galloping down the stairs, both looking well rested. Ron's eyes met Hermione's stare and Harry and Ron fell down onto the sofa beside her.

"Hey Hermione, I'm sorry I stirred you up last night. Friends?" Ron said with a slight smile. Hermione couldn't resist and said in a low tone,

"Of course." The three of them made their way to breakfast. Hermione felt like she was even more self conscience than usual. Her heavy bag swayed as she sat down at the Gryffindor table wondering what would be the perfect time to present Ron with the letter.

During the whole day Hermione seemed out of her head. She couldn't remember a time when her thoughts were more far away from lessons. In Transfiguration she has absent mindedly wrote Ron's name on top of her notes circled in hearts. Luckily, Ron was on the other side of Harry so he had no idea. However, she was deeply mortified when Professor McGonagall, who was pacing the room during her lecture, happened to glance down at what Hermione was tracing. Hermione instantly looked up and her face burned as McGonagall gave a motherly, knowing smile. Hermione instantly ripped off the part with his name the instant the lecture continued. By the end of class, Hermione's heart rate went back to normal and as she was trying to leave class, she struggled with her heavy bag. McGonagall stood at the door as Hermione dropped her bag and her books busted out of it.

"Mr. Weasley?" Ron stopped rushing out with the class and looked at her as Harry waited in the hallway. "Would you be so kind as to help Miss Granger carry her books to her next class? I'm sure your kindness would be greatly appreciated on Miss Grangers part." Ron looked back at Hermione as she was trying, unsuccessfully to fix her things.

"Of course, Professor." Ron answered as he moved to help Hermione. Ron picked up Hermione's newly stuffed bag and headed to Potions. Hermione blushed crimson as McGonagall gave her a very pronounced wink as Ron went past the door.

Compared to her utter embarrassment in Transfiguration, Potions was a breeze. Except for Gryffindor losing fifty points because some how Neville's toad, Trevor, had jumped into Malfoy's cauldron and splashed him with it's contents making Malfoy start spouting love poetry to the nearest girl. Unfortunately, that girl was Hermione and Ron almost came off his hinges and beat Malfoy to a pulp before Snape could put Malfoy right again.

It was after dinner and Hermione still hadn't given Ron the letter. She felt like an utter failure, she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was afraid of scaring him off or losing her friendship with him, she really didn't want to do that. In the middle of finishing her Arithmancy, Ginny came up to the table for a little chat.

"So, have you done it yet?" She asked excitedly.

"No," Hermione answered flatly. "I just can't do it, I don't know what I'm going to do."

"About what?" Answered another voice. A voice belonging to Ron.

"About--er--" Hermione blushed and fumbled.

"About her Arithmancy homework, of course," Ginny helped. Hermione gave her a swift look of thanks.

"Oh sorry, can't help you there. I'm allergic to homework," He chuckled as he went to join Harry for wizard chess. Hermione let out a sigh and said,

"I'll do it later, right now I'm just trying to finish this," She pointed to her parchment and Ginny gave a small smile and went to join Harry and Ron.

An hour later Hermione closed her books and organized her bag in preparation for going up to bed. She swung her bag on her shoulder and saw that Ron and Ginny were heading that way too. Hermione's heart pounded and she felt the letter in her robe pocket.

"Well, Goodnight, Hermione," Ron said as he began up the stairs.

"Wait, you two!" Ginny called to them. Hermione looked at Ginny wide-eyed but kept going. Ron came back down to Ginny and said,

"What do you want?"

"Umm----er----- Hermione has something for you." Hermione stopped her progression on the stairs and decided it was time to face the music.

"Ginny, I can't," Hermione pleaded.

"Oh yes you can," came Ginny's reply.

"What is going on here? I'm in the dark," Ron said. Palm's sweating, Hermione turned to retreat to her dormitory. Ginny made no move to stop her. Then, Hermione stopped and came back down. Avoiding Ron's eyes, she slipped her hand into her robes and gave a look at Ginny. She thrust the letter into Ron's hand and said,

"Here!" Hermione turned on her heel and ran up the steps. She heard Ginny mumbled a 'goodnight' to Ron as she closed herself into her dormitory. Her heart was racing. Just about everyone was in bed already and she quickly undressed and hopped into bed to think. Closing the curtains her stomach ached in fear. He's probably reading it right now! The voice in Hermione's head screamed. Against her will she closed off these thoughts and feel asleep anticipating the next day.