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Chapter 4: By Process of Elimination...Maybe...

Ron thought to himself, If Draco and Harry don't REALLY love he shook it off...it was too much for him. He didn't want to think about that. As much as he had dreamed of that day, the day he and Hermione would declare their, dare he say it, love for each other. But now, that his wish might actually come true, he was finding it harder to sleep, concentrate, and just perform easy tasks: such as walking. He literally fell into the Great Hall yesterday. Draco tormented him plenty for that...oh yes...he will never let Ron forget that. Now everytime he sees him, he asks Ron if his shoes are tied. When Ron replies Draco continues with are you sure they aren't tied TOGETHER? Yes, Draco certainly had fun with that.

Harry hardly noticed anything anymore. He was still in shock for being left in the bathroom wearing only a hot pink thong. No one had forgotten that either...oh no...how could they? I mean, would you? I didn't think so. So everywhere he went, Harry was tormented; even by the teachers. Trelawney's latest prediction: Ah, yes, Harry, dear...I am seeing something...yes...oh my! It is a corpse! I do believe it is you, just a few weeks from now...It is you! Oh my dear! And...what are you WEARING? Is that? Yes, I think it is...It's hot pink! The whole class had fun with that one, as you can only imagine. Parvati hadn't looked happier. I mean, if you had pulled something like that, how could you not look smug all the time? Exactly. You couldn't. Right. Moving on...now...back to our good friend Ronald.

Ron was sitting in the Common Room doing his homework. And by that I mean, sitting staring blankly at his parchment, thinking about Hermione and how he...you know...Then, suddenly, Neville Longbottom walked up.

he said so quietly it made Ron jump.

OH! It's just you, Neville...DON'T SCARE ME LIKE THAT!

Sorry, mate.

Anyways, what's up? Ron put down his quill and faced Neville.

Well, it's a bit hard to explain. he began, looking at the floor. I mean, it's actually easy, it's just hard to...to tell someone else...or something. It--It's about...Hermione.

Ron swallowed hard. What about her, Neville? his voice shook slightly, he hoped it didn't show.

I think--I think...well... Neville was obviously trying to pour some burden out onto Ron in hope of support. Ron didn't think he really wanted to be the shoulder to cry on, but Neville was his friend, and he wasn't going to just stand back and let him suffer. You know Hermione better than anyone else I know, Ron. She's always with you, talking to you, you guys spend every moment together. So, you must know her the best of anyone.

Ron interupted him, Where is this going? You are obviously in some kind of emotional termoil and need to get something out. So just get it out.

he sighed. He took a deep breath. I think I'm in love with Hermione... Ron's jaw dropped.

You can't be serious... Ron was starting to get angry. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the thought of someone else stealing Hermione was enough to make him want to strangle Neville. Even though he was afraid, he was more afraid of losing her than loving her. It was all he could do to not kill Neville on the spot.

Neville nodded. It's just...she was always helping me with everything. She was always so nice to me. And when I asked her to the Yule Ball, I thought for sure I'd know where she stood on our whole...well...relationship. Whether it was friendship, pity, or whatever. But, when she said she was already going with someone, that didn't give me the answer I wanted. So...my feelings just grew stronger with anticipation. I know it must sound lame, but I think I love her.

GOD DAMMIT! MOTHER OF --! SON OF A BITCH!!!1 FUCK!!! FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!! BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!!!!

Right, Neville... Ron said, while the above thoughts were flying in his head. Let's give you a test then...how do you feel when you see her?

My stomach kind of does a flip-flop thing.

CRAP


Ok...is that all?

Well, I think about her all the time. I dream about her...

You DREAM about her? Ron stared, he didn't think Neville had it in him to dream THAT, What kind of dreams are these?

He went red and couldn't go on.

DOUBLE CRAP...FUCK...

Ron's voice trailed off... Is it only with Hermione? Or do you dream about other girls too.

Well, it's mostly Hermione, but sometimes it's...other girls. It varies. Neville seemed to be having a hard time with this conversation. Ron couldn't blame him. At least he didn't know what Ron was thinking...

Well, try to get over her, you know... Ron said, You can get through this...just start looking at other girls...

You missunderstand, Ron. I was wondering if you think I should kiss her...you know...try to wake her up.

MOTHER OF FUCK! THIS GUY WON'T QUIT...FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!

Well, since you seem unsure of her feelings...I wouldn't. At least not right now...I mean...I would wait until someone else tries. I wouldn't want you to be first and get your heart ripped in to if she didn't wake up.

Good thinking, Ron. Neville said, Thanks, mate, this meant a lot to me...

FUCK! THIS MEANT SOMETHING TO HIM...CRAP....

Uh...no problem... Neville got up and left the Common Room. Ron felt like barfing.

End Chapter

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