Chapter Five folks! Please review! The 'letter' is actually a song. This story is not turning into a songfic, neither do I think we are going to use very many more songs. But Tori just had to put that song in, so she used it as a letter. I am not sure the title of the song, or who does it, but in the next chapter, I'll tell you, I'll know then. Thanks for reading!
Juliette and dvlsdngrousrbl

Chapter Five The letter

*Hermione's POV* "I made it." The words whirled around in my head for a moment, until it finally sunk in. My mouth feel opened as I tried to grin at the same time.
"Really?" I asked, in happiness, although I wasn't too sure why I was happy.
"Really." I could see Ron's face turn very red as he stuffed his face full of food, refusing to look up at me. I grinned before hugging Ron without warning. I felt his body go stiff and I was sure he was in total shock. I heard his fork clatter to his plate. I had hugged him from the side, so my chin rested softly on the end of his shoulder.
"That is so sweet, Ron. Not many boys would take the time to make a girl a gift," I squealed. Why was I acting like this? I was acting like a little infatuated girl.
"Um. your w-welcome," Ron didn't seem to sure with his reply, "You think it's sweet that I made something for you?"
"Yeah," I said, releasing him. I looked at him, his face showed complete alarm.
His jaw fell open as if he was going to speak, but it quickly shot back up. He did this quite a few times, until he sighed heavily. He turned back to his meal.
He shook his head disbelievingly, "Girls!" I heard him mumble quietly before continuing with his breakfast. I looked over at Harry who was beaming brightly. Why, I could not say. I gazed at him, raising an eyebrow with a look that said, "What was that about?" he chuckle lightly and didn't reply. I sat in surprise before starting my own breakfast. Why had Ron gone to the trouble of making me something?
After breakfast the three of us got ready for our first class of the day, Potions. I frowned, not looking forward to a whole hour and a half with my least favorite teacher. Plus, he was likely to give us a ton of homework that would just add onto what I had in Transfiguration, Muggle studies, and History of Magic. None of which I had completed yet. I sighed heavily as we headed down towards the dungeons.
I heard Ron laugh beside me, "Yeah, I know how you feel." I looked up at him and smiled. Harry and Ron, of course, hated Potions just as much as I did. We walked into class hurriedly, throwing ourselves into our seats before Snape had a reason to take points away from Gryffindor.
"Today you will be making a sleeping Potion. Instructions are on the board." Snape explained crossly. He glared at the class for a moment as we prepared what we would need before turning and seating himself behind his desk. I followed the instructions on the board carefully, being sure to read it more than once so I wouldn't mix anything up, and dropped all the ingredients into my cauldron. I worked quietly for an hour before I was finished. The potion was a perfect chalky white, just as it should have been.
I glanced over at Ron's cauldron and then at Harry's. Harry's was a very pale white, but Ron's on the other hand was a very dark blue and was giving off a very foul smell. I wrinkled my nose, just as Ron looked up at me.
"What? It isn't that bad!!" he whispered, pinching his nose shut, "Not as good as yours, I'd say, but it might get me a passing grade at least."
"Not likely," Harry and I mumbled under our breath, hoping he hadn't heard us knowing it would just have started an argument. I turned back to my potion, dipped some out, labeled it, and walked up and laid it on Snape's desk. I was the first one done. Snape snarled at me and I quickly turned around and walked back to my desk.
"Almost done?" I asked Harry and Ron, still eyeing Ron's repulsive potion. They both nodded and I sat down, cleaned up my cauldron, and decided to start on my paper for History of Magic. Moments later, they both had taken a sample and had put it on Snape's desk. They both finished just in time; the bell rang just as they had returned to their seats. They frantically started shoving their books back into their bags. I handed Harry his quill and the ink off of his desk and he nodded his thanks. Ron was already heading out of the classroom.
"Hey Ron! Wait up!" Harry and I walked out quickly, trying to catch up with him.
I walked on with my two best friends, until I had to say good-bye and make my way to Muggle Studies, while they went to Divinations. I rolled my eyes just thinking about it. Why they stayed in that class was beyond me. It was always my least favorite class, which was surprising since I liked almost all of my other classes just fine. I was sure it couldn't be as bad now that Professor Trelawney was no longer the teacher. Although I must say, no matter how much I despised her I had felt sorry for her the day she thought she was going to have to leave the castle. I pushed the thought of Divinations out of my mind and waved to Harry and Ron before hurrying off so I wouldn't be late.

~Ron's POV~
The only thing I could feel at the moment was shock. Hermione had suddenly thrown her arms around me after I had told her I had made the perfume for her, not bought it. I had no idea why she was so excited, if you could call it that. I thought for a moment, could she actually like me as more then a. friend? What was I saying? Hermione and I were best friends. Nothing more. I could wish all I wanted, but it wouldn't make any difference. Maybe I should do something to show her how much I care for her. 'What was I talking about? Why was I acting like this? Hermione would NEVER like me,' I tried to convince myself. I'm sure I sounded very shocked when I had said, "Um. your welcome." But at the moment I couldn't care less. My mind was still set on doing something for Hermione, so maybe she would see. I thought for a while longer before it was time for potions. Oh great, I thought, I wonder how many points I will get taken off from Gryffindor today. In potions we had to make a sleeping potion, and as always mine ended up looking nothing like it was intended to. I looked over at Hermione's perfect potion, and knew that I was sure to get a bad grade on this. I had been thinking the whole time what I would do, I thought about buying Hermione something, but she seemed to like homemade things better, which I could still not understand.
We left Potions and Harry and I said our good-byes to Hermione before heading off to the new classroom of Divinations. As we were walking I thought of the perfect thing to do for Hermione. I would write her something. We entered the classroom and took our seats, and I quickly drew my quill, ink, and a piece of parchment out of my bag and began scribbling furiously on it. Thinking of what I would write. I decided to write a poem for her. I worked hard on the poem the whole class, not paying any attention to the lesson that was being taught at all. The class ended and I learned from Harry that we had a paper, which I had no idea what about, due in two days. I sighed heavily; wishing now I had listened to just some of what had been said.
I took me two days to finish the poem and now that I had finished it I was starting to have second thoughts. I looked down at the piece of parchment neatly folded, ready to give to Hermione. What if she laughed at me or decided she didn't want a friend who fancied her? I thought hard about what I was going to do before an idea struck me. I'd tell Harry to give it to her. We happened to be in Divinations again and I nudge Harry hard in the ribs.
"Ouch!!" he cried, shooting his eyes to me, "What?" he hissed, trying to act as if he were listening while talking to me at the same time.
"Give this to Hermione for me, OK?" I shoved the poem into his hand, as he gave me a very confused look. "What?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Just do it."
~Hermione's POV~
After Muggle studies two days after we had made the sleeping potion Harry hurried up to me. He looked a bit confused and determined at the same time. I gave him a questioning look, but he just held a folded piece of parchment up in front of my face.
"What's this?" I asked, not taking it from his hand.
"It's for you ok? Here," he crammed the parchment in my hand, before turning and running off meeting up with Ron who was waiting for him a fair distance away. I gazed down at the now crumpled paper in my hand. I unfolded it, noticing it didn't say who wrote it. I began to read, cautiously and curiously. It read:

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside

I'm not one of those who can easily hide

I don't have much money but boy if I did

I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no

Or a man who makes potions in a traveling show

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that it's done

I hope you don't mind

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song

It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue

Anyway the thing is what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

My mouth fell open as I read it. Did Harry really think of me as more than just a friend?