Hi! I hope you like my new chapter, I didn't realise how fun it is to write as Ron! And by the way- I am sincerely sorry for the way I buggered it all up by putting the wrong chapter on, but I was in a hurry and I pressed the wrong button! Anyway, as you all know, I AM NOT JK ROWLING, NOR DO I OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. Oh, and PLEASE REVIEW!

Yours,

Hermione Double.

'Ouch- GINNY!' Goddamn that door. Ginny had decided to leave her room just as I had tried to enter. The result: direct collision and a throbbing head.

'Sorry Ron. What were you doing outside my room like a gormless flobberworm in the first place?'

'I…..I was just wondering if you wanted to help me de-gnome the garden?' And, at this point, I turned into the World's Biggest, Reddest Talking Tomato. For some reason the World's Biggest, Reddest Talking Tomato thought that perhaps if he stared at the floor long enough, it may fall through to the room below, therefore, not needing to be on the same floor as the very pretty girl stood in front of him. Very unfortunately, this theory never prevailed, (oh dear, I'm even beginning to sound like Hermione!) but, very fortunately, the very pretty girl stood in front of him decide that The Tomato didn't care.

'Of course I'll help. We should ask Crookshanks, too.' Hermione giggled.

'Ginny?' I asked. "PLEASE say no. Say no. Go on Ginny. SAY NO," I found myself thinking.

'Sorry, mate. I have to write to Dean,' Thank God for that. Hang on- Dean? She's still going out with him? Harry would be a much better choice. 'I was just going to get parchment when you walked into the door,' God, Ginny! Why are little sisters so embarrassing? Anyway, she buggered off, looking for something or other, so me and Hermione set off to the garden together.

It was fine at first. We were just discussing the usual- homework, music, evil wizards and gnome-dung when the topic of relationships cropped up. My love life is boring, if not depressingly non-existent, so it was more her telling me stuff. She told me that the whole her- Krum thing was just a "bit of fun" and that she "never really fancied him much". Of course, at this, my heart skipped a beat.

She knows loads of stuff about other people's relationships- just look at the way she knew Harry fancied Cho when he hadn't even told me! But, the funny thing is, she's never once guessed the way I liked her. And, let me take this opportunity to announce to the world that I am incredibly thankful for it. We did have an incredibly awkward moment, however, when she asked me whom I liked. What was I supposed to say to that? Yeah, I can just imagine- You, Hermione. I think you're well fit, but I never told you 'cause I thought you didn't like me. And I was right, wasn't I? So I pretended that the gnome I had just lobbed over the wall had bitten my finger, so I ran in and grabbed a Healoquik-Sticky-Plaster. She rushed after me, fussing like only Hermione can do. She's so sweet when she worries, but disturbingly like my mother. So, we abandoned our gnome-harassment, and retreated to my room, while I nervously hid my perfectly non-injured hand away from her big eyes. They're nice, her eyes, but as you may have guessed, I'm no great shakes at describing stuff, but I'll try my best. As I said they're big, and nice. Brown I think. Actually, no, I'm not sure. They may be green. Dunno, really. But well, you get the picture. They're just nice.

Thanks for reading, now PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE review. Go on. Please. With a cherry on top? Tomato sauce? Chocolate spread? Marmalade? Any other kind of condiment? Do it for me? Okay then, do it for yourself, safe in the knowledge you made a young girl very happy. Hey, this is good practise for when we do persuasive writing at school……………………………..