AN at end.

The boys were holding her diary. "How 'bout we read some of it? It is a diary, correct?" Fred asked looking at the book.

"Yes, it is a diary, you know the definition of diary, don't you?" Hermione asked petrified.

"How 'bout we read a bit from, Yule Ball night?" George asked thumbing through it.

"I hate you all, you know that?" Hermione asked staring daggers at the boys.

"Dear Diary,

Today... I can't describe today. It was wonderful. Krum, well, he was radiant, he was hot... Dear brother, would you like to take over?" George motioned to Fred.

"Yes of course Georgey, When we danced, Krum, well, even though, he can't say my name, talked to me, and was ever so romantic. Even though, I didn't want to go with him, it was worthwhile. Harry?"

"Uh, sure. OK, You see when I went to go talk to Harry and Ron, Ron went all ballistic and started screaming at me for "fraternizing with the enemy" even though, that was the point of this whole stupid Twizard Tournament anyhow. Harry didn't care, he was happy for me, it actually happened with Krum though, you know? He kissed me. My first real kiss. Ronny?" Harry handed the tearing girl's book to her crush and stood by George and Fred.

"So, right when I got to the common room, there was Ron, right behind, all ready to yell his lungs at me for going with Krum, and having a life of my own. I said, "Well, if you don't like it, you know what the solution is, don't you?" Then he said, "Oh, yeah, what's that?"

"And then, Ron, I said, 'Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!" Hermione said grabbing her diary before they could figure out what happened next, her happiness that Ron actually wanted to go with her.

"Good night!" Mrs. Weasly called up the stairs.

"Good night Mrs. Weasly! Oh, and one more thing boys, SCREW YOU!" Hermione said slamming the door to Ginny's room.

"That was your fault Forge." Ron said shaking his head. "I wonder what was next in her line of events. Harry, maybe you should go talk to her."

"Me? You want me to talk to Hermione?" Harry said as if it were a death wish.

"Yeah, and we'll listen at the door." George said.

"OK..." Harry said looking very, very afraid.

Harry knocked at the crying girl's door. "Can I come in?"

"Who're you?" Hermione said between sobs.

"It's Harry."

"Come in."
Harry walked into the dark room lit with few candles.

"Come here Harry I wanna talk to you." Hermione said motioning to her bed. Star bedspreads covered her bed along with fluffy pillows.

"OK."

"Harry do you mind if I tell you a secret, and we can, well I was going to say girl talk, but best friend talk is more like it."

"Yeah, sure."

"Harry, I, well, I'm gonna say this in a whisper, because I know they're at the door, I, ok Hermione, you can do this, like, alright one more word, Ron."

"I know that." Harry said.

"Good. I'm glad I could- WHAT? You already knew?" Hermione said feeling embarrassed, Was it that obvious?

"Hermione, you know everyone except Ron, knows." Harry said.

"YOU'RE kidding."

"NO."

"Harry, I not only like him, I love him!"

Ron heard that one. She loved Krum. "Ugh! I'm gonna go to bed, ok? Send Harry when he's done painting Hermione's nails."

"Too bad he couldn't hear her say what she really said." Fred said.

"Yep." George said.

That night Ron went to bed with a broken heart and a yearning to know what was in that diary.


AN: OK, didn't you guys like the chapter? If so please review!!! I love reviews!!!!!! They're my favorites!!! I'll write more funnies, it's just I needed to have some angsty thing in here, sorry. I'll write ya later.

~~~~~Margarita Mocha