A/N: I know I took quite a while to update the story.. I was pretty busy lately. I hope I get more reviews :) I'm sorry if there are any spelling mistakes. I just reformatted my computer and the com tech. didn't install Word. So I'm stuck with.... NOTEPAD.

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"RON!"

Ron quickly tied the parchment onto Errol's leg.

"Go Errol! Whatever you do, dont stop. I dont care wether you need to go to the toilet. You can go to the toilent in Hermione's place."

Ron watched Errol fly over treetops and roofs. He was thinking of Hermione. He hoped that he will not get rejected. He knew in his heart that Hermione MUST have some feelings for him.

"RON!!"

"And Hermione."

"RON!!!"

"Loves Hermione."

"RRROOONNNN!"

"And Hermi- OUCH! WHAT WAS THAT SLAP FOR?" Ron asked angrily.

He glared at Ginny. Her face was all red and she was panting.His face softened when he saw her. How can he stay angry at someone who is responsible of getting him and Hermione together?

"Ron! I need to talk to you. It's about the letter. I -"

"Dont worry. The letter is on its way to Hermione. I just sent Errol ten minutes ago." Ron grinned.

"What? Oh no! I'm sorry Ron. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Ginny kept mumbling the same thing over and over again.

"You're sorry? Why? I should be thanking you. Because of you-"

"Hermione is going to think that you're gay." Ginny finished.

"GAY? What do you mean gay? What are you talking about?" Ron demanded.

"Well.. I gave you the wrong parchment. The parchment that you took was ....." Ginny paused." My letter to Harry."

All the blood drained from his face. He was horrified. Hermione was going to think that he is gay.Ron ran to the window and looked out. There was no sign of Errol anywhere.

"ERROL! COME BACK! DONT SEND THE LETTER TO HERMIONE! ERROL!! " Ron shouted.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------- In France, Hermione was rewriting her History of Magic Essay when she heard someone or something tap on her window. When she looked outside, it was Errol. She quickly let Errol in. Errol immediately dropped on her bed. She carefully place a little bowl of water in front of Errol. She untied the parchment and opened it. It must have been a special letter because the were little red hearts all over the parchment.
Dear Harry, You're the Boy Who Lived - The Boy I Love. I am writing this letter to you as I cannot contain my feelings for you any longer. I love you. I long to look into your green emerald eyes. I can never reveal my identity, for I am afraid of rejection. I know you can never love someone like me. Alas, my love - I count the seconds until I can see your beautiful face and touch your lovely soft skin again.

With absolute and everlasting devotion, Your Secret Admirer.

As soon as Hermione read the letter, she exploded into peals of laughter. 'Alas, my love - I count the seconds until I can see your beautiful face and touch your lovely soft skin again' When she read that sentence, she laughed again. She couldn't believe that someone actually thought of Harry THAT way. The only person she knew who like Harry was Ginny.

"Why would Ginny want to send a letter to me?"

Hermione inspected the letter again. The handwriting was exactly like Ron's. It didn't make any sense to her, why would Ron send a love letter that is addressed to Harry to her? Unless, Ron was gay and he wanted her opinion on whether he should send the letter to Harry! Hermione took a roll of parchment and she began to write.

After writing,Hermione tied the parchment onto Errol's leg and sent him on his way. Hermione was still thinking of 'Alas, my love - I count the seconds until I can see your beautiful face and touch your lovely soft skin again'. She could'nt believe that RON wrote that.

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Meanwhile at the Burrow, Ginny was trying to console Ron.

"It's okay, Ron. Maybe she thought it was a joke.Maybe Errol fell and is lying on the ground somewhere. Maybe Errol lost the letter.Maybe-"

"Maybe Errol delivered the letter to her and she thinks I'm gay? Then she'll never know how I feel about her! Maybe I should tell her that it was YOUR letter and not mine."

"RON! Don't. You promised me." Ginny looked at Ron teary eyed.

"Alright. Alright. I'll find another way to solve this problem."

"Thanks, Ron" Ginny smiled.

"It's late, you should go to bed."

"Alright. Good night."

"Night."

After GInny left, Ron sighed. He didn't know what to do. He tried to picture him and Hermione walking hand in hand at Hogwarts, laughing and chatting. Just the two of them. That picture never fails to cheer him up. For some reason, he pictured Harry and him together instead. Ron shuddered in disgust. This was just too much. He really had to solve this problem.

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"Hermione?" "Yes, Ron?" "Would you be my girlfriend?" "Of course! You dont know how long I have been waiting to hear you say that." Hermione and Ron stared at each other. They were slowly moving closer and closer until their lips touched. "I love you, Ron"

"OUCH!!" Ron fell from his bed. He grumbled. He didn't want to wake up from his wonderful dream. He tried to go to sleep again.

"Hey, Ron!" "Yes, Hermione??" "Wanna go for a manacura? I'm sure you'll want to look pretty for Harry right?" "What's manacura?" "It's like a treatment for your fingernails. Your nails will look really pretty after that." "Yeah! Sure! I hope Harry will like my nails after the manacura."

"AAAHHH!!!" Ron screamed. He was sweating all over. It was such a horrible nightmare. Him liking Harry? Where on Earth did he get manacura from anyway? Ron sat for a while trying to think. He knew it was a muggle word. After awhile, he gave up.

Ron dressed and went downstairs. The Burrow is always busy in the morning.Ginny, Fred,George,Percy and his dad were all chattering away at the dining table and his mom was cooking breakfast.

"Hey, Ron! We thought you were dead! We were poking you and you didn't even stir!" Fred said.

"Yeah! You kept repeating manacura over and over agian.What's that anyway?" George asked.

"I dunno." Ron dully replied. He was still depressed.

After breakfast(Witchie cake with honey,levitating scrambled eggs and Rock toast), Ron went upstairs without saying a word.

When he went upstairs, Errol was on his bed. Ron took the parchment from Errol and read it anxoiusly.

Dear Ron, I got your letter. I didn't know you liked Harry but it's okay. You're still my best friend. I think the love letter is quite nice but it's rather mushy. Other than that it's alright. I wish you luck with Harry.

Love, Hermione

"OH NO!" Ron yelled. Hermione thought that HE was gay and that he liked HARRY. This had to be a nightmare.

" I guess the only way is to play along," Ron thought to himself.

He scribbled a letter and left it on the table. He decided that Errol was probably going to die from exhaustion if he kept flying to and fro from his house to France. He really did miss Hermione. He wish that he could see her in person and NOT in photographs. 348 photographs are not enough. He was going to pay Collin Creevey more and get him to take maybe 1653 photographs of her next year so that he wont miss her SO much during the summer holidays.

Ron decided to write to Harry. It's been quite awhile since he spoke to Harry.