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Yours,

Hermione Double.

A couple of you have asked if I'm JK Rowling. (Thanks for asking! That's one of the biggest compliments I could ever hope to receive!! Urgh, shows you how pathetic I am, and how great the goddess of fiction is!) Unfortunately, I am not, so I don't any of the characters, but thanks to all those kind reviewers, anyway!

She walked over, a smile showing on her gorgeous lips. She shook her long hair out of her face, and sat on the seat next to me.

'I love you, Ron………………….'

I jerked awake, and Ginny's head came into focus. I could have killed her- I'd been having a great dream.

She had me cornered. I could not escape.

'So, what happened last night?' God, I hate little sisters.

'What do you mean?'

'You know what I mean. Hermione was in your room last night.' She said firmly.

'No she wasn't,' Oh, thank God for the Innocent Look. I am still yet to find a person to resist this face and let me off punishment. Apart from Snape. And McGonogall. And Mum. And Ginny………….. Ok, so the Innocent Look needs a little work.

'She was. That stupid bloody ghoul woke me up, and Hermione wasn't there. Nor did she arrive 'til half past four this morning.' Ginny winked. I growled in reply.

'If you must know you nosy Erumpent, she just came in 'cause she was sick of your snoring.'

'Oh ha, ha.' She said sarcastically. 'No, seriously. Did anything……….interesting happen?'

'No. Just shut up, or I'll tell Mum about you and Dean.' I said, in a singsong voice.

'She already knows. She is also very aware of your, er, passion for Hermione.' She said coolly.

'WHAT?' I could have walloped her. I nearly did, 'til I realised she's my little sister and smaller than Harry. 'PASSION FOR HERMIONE? Ginny, are you ok? Shall I take you to St. Mungos? It's just, you seem to be a bit delusional.'

'Oh, Ron. Don't be a prat.'

'I am not a prat.' And I'm NOT!

'Just admit it.'

'No. I am not going to admit it because I do not fancy Hermione. Now, will you please step away from the doorway before I jinx you into a million pieces?'

'Not until you tell me what happened.' She said, stubbornly.

'Fine. Hermione came into my room because she couldn't sleep, and you were out cold, so I suppose she felt a bit- well- lonely, and she came up to my room.'

'And…………'

'Nothing happened.' I said, firmly.

'Oh.'

'Right, now you are fully aware of the non-existent events which took place in this bedroom last night, can you please move so I can go and get some breakfast?'

'Fine,' she looked how I felt-thoroughly disappointed at the fact I had not announced my, ahem, undying love for one of the best friends I had ever had.

Instead of going down to breakfast, I sat at my desk - I had stuff to think about. Did Mum really know how about Hermione and me? If Ginny knew, did everyone else know too? And…….did Harry know? If Harry didn't know, and I told him, would he do an impression of one of those volcanoey things again? I didn't really know whether I could tell him- I never know whether he'll explode nowadays. But, he's the only person I can really ask- he's my best friend. I couldn't tell Fred or George- they would never let me live it down- nor could I tell Charlie- he was not back from Romania- I couldn't ask Mum or Dad for obvious reasons- I'm not even going to bring Percy into this- I don't really want to tell Ginny, and Bill hasn't the time right now. So, the Volcano it is.

I got out of bed, and groped around for a clean piece of parchment and a quill.

Dear Harry,

Hi! This will probably sound pathetic, but I need your advice. I suppose I should start at the beginning, so here goes: I don't know whether you've noticed, but I seem to have some kind of Girl Repellent Jinx on me (or maybe it is just because I resemble a Chimaera, or have the personality of a Flobberworm,) but I'm sick of it. There's someone I like, and I don't know what to do. I'm getting really desperate. I like her, (well, obviously,) but I don't know whether she likes me. I know you aren't the foremost authority on this kind of thing, what with Cho and everything, but you have had a whole load more snogs than me, and all the girls seem to like you when they don't think you're mentally unstable. Please hurry up and owl back, and I'll see you soon.

Ron.

I threw Pig out of the window, and watched him bob up and down through the air. I feel so much better now I've told someone. It felt as if there was……..I dunno, like a load of stuff in my chest or something, and now its all been let free. I just hope Harry hasn't realised that the someone I like is the someone currently two floors below me.

A/n, rubbish chapter I know, but can you please review anyway? It's good clean fun! Oh, and I apologise for the lack of fluff, but I reckon the only part of Ron's life that's fluffy is his brain, which isn't home to much else, and that's why we love him! And I'll honestly try and make my chapters a bit longer, but for some reason my muse doesn't allow me to make chapters any longer than this ^