Hi again. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. This is not a great chapter, but anyway.

I'm not JKRowling.

Yours,

Hermione Double

As you know, she has nice eyes, and I could feel them bore into me as we talked. I nervously avoided those big, green (or brown, or whatever) eyes as we conversed (that's probably not the right word, but I think Hermione would be proud of me- I rarely use words that exceed 3 letters. Hey! I did it again! Exceed….). Anyway, I tried not to look at her.

I really want to look at her, but, well, lately, I've found it hard when we talk, because, well, I keep getting embarrassed, because I keep saying something stupid and making a Horklump out of myself. For example, Hermione and I were discussing Dean and Ginny before…………..

'So they're still going out then? I dunno if he's right for her, you know……'

'Oh Ron, stop being so overprotective! I mean it's sweet that you care……' Sweet? She thinks I'm sweet?

'Well, she IS my little sister.'

'I am fully aware of how she is related to you. I just mean to say that you are a little too overprotective at times, and well, it's as if you're smothering her…..'

'Smothering? I thought that meant something's burning…………'

'That's smouldering, Ron.'

'Oh.'

I rest my case.

I don't know what to do. God, what shall I do?

Oh, who gives a damn what she thinks. Obviously she doesn't like me. Not in the way I like her, in any case.

Get over yourself, Ron! You seriously thought she'd like you?

No, I've always known that there was no chance of us getting together. I've just been kidding myself for the last five years that there was the tiniest chance she could return my feelings. Damn, I'm thicker than I thought!

She has always made it so obvious. I guess I'll just have to survive with being her friend. I will abandon all feelings for her, right now.

I hate her.

No I don't.

This isn't exactly working, is it?

Anyway, as you know, we're in my room right now, talking about stuff that only friends would talk about. Like…………….homework.

'I don't understand this, Hermione!' God, she's fit. Oh, damn.

'Ron, it's really simple.'

'Simple for you, maybe, but you're the top of the year, and I'm beginning to think I have less intellectual content than Goyle!'

'Oh, Ron, you are clever, you know it, the teachers know it and I know it. You just have to concentrate.' Did…did….she…….just say………I'm……that…I'm…clever?

Oh hell, she did.

What shall I say?

Eeeerrrrr…… something really impressive and smart, ummmm…………

'I'll take that as a compliment, shall I?' and my infamous Sarcastic Side takes over. Not at all what I was thinking. (But I suppose what I was thinking should be outlawed.)

'Yep. Anyway- the Devil's Quoit will react with the Streeler venom, which makes the potion blue- '

'God, Hermione, can we give it a rest for today? Anyway, tea's nearly ready- Mum's making pie.'

'If we must. But we really need to get to it tomorrow, you know. Snape won't be happy if we turn up and our essays are only half finished.'

'Won't that be a tragedy? Come on Hermione, we've got five more weeks to finish it yet.'

'Yes, but it's best to do it now before we go to Grimmauld Place.'

'I know.'

Well, my plan isn't working. I still like her. REALLY like her.

To hell with it. I'll blame it on the hormones.

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