Hi again! Here's the latest chapter, it's a bit lame, but I'm a bit uninspired lately, so I hope you'll forgive me. I can't think of any funny disclaimers right now, so you all know I don't any of the characters or anything.

Yours,

Hermione Double.

I can't believe what happened last night.

I was in bed. Nothing unusual about that. No, well, I was in bed, as you know, and there was like this tap on the door. Scared the hell out of me, it did. And anyway, this head peers round the door.

Hermione.

Evidently, she had been on a nighttime stroll, 'cause she was "bored".

'I couldn't sleep, and Ginny's out of it, so I thought I'd come and see if you were awake. Budge up.' Then……….she got into bed with me. Hermione was in the same bed as me! Yes, Hermione Granger- IN MY BED!

We talked about stuff, you know, the usual, but she once again asked me whom I liked. What is it to her, anyway? She won't get it out of me. Never. Well, not unless I decide to ask her out. Which won't happen.

I guess I'm scared of rejection. You can't blame me though, can you? I mean, look at my competition- Krum- the international Quidditch player, Harry Potter- the famous, wonderful, boy who defeated You-Know-Who (if he really does like her, that is). I'm dead if he does. I've had this thought, over and over, in one of the rarely-used corners of my mind. If he did like her, and if she liked him……and if they went out……….where would that leave me? I'm the one that likes her……….. but I'd be the one that loses out- I'd be the one left alone, while they cavort around having fun and crap.

Anyway, she never got it out of me, but I think she was kind of hinting at me to ask her who she fancied in return. I didn't though. I don't want to know, I mean, the information will only make me horrifically depressed for the rest of my life.

After a bit she fell asleep. Yes, Hermione Granger, asleep- IN MY BED! I still can't believe it.

What the hell was I meant to do then? If Mam came in she'd go balistic. OK, so, I had three options-

1: Wake her up. But she looked so peaceful………..

2: Carry her to Ginny's room. But I didn't want to hurt her, and I'm a lazy git, anyway………

3: Kip on the floor.

Unfortunately, I had to do the latter. Sounds kind of gentlemanly, though, doesn't it? So, anyway, I spent a sleepless night on the carpet, occasionally checking to see if she was awake.

I was going to wake her about five, so that Mum and Ginny wouldn't realise, but she saved me the trouble. Around 4ish, I saw a big bushy thing rising from the depths of my Chudley Canons quilt. She leant down over the side of my bed, her hair swinging madly.

'What ti- Ron, why on earth are you on the floor?'

'Well, I thought, it might look……… a bit……….. fishy…. You know, if Mum came in.' she laughed, and I once again turned into a Tomato.

'Oh Ron, you're so sweet,' what am I, a Fizzing Whizzbee?

Anyway, she pulled me up, and pecked me on the cheek. Yes, you heard. She pecked me on the cheek. I love it when she does that. She then went, (unfortunately,) and left me recounting the whole kiss thing, over and over. I really did love it when she did that.

You know what to do. And if you don't, PRESS THE GODDAMN REVIEW BUTTON AND MAKE MY DAY!