AN:  Right now I appreciate the reviews I've been getting.  They're all positive YAY!  Moving along…more reviews please, even if they're not positive, I need to keep having input.  I'm not real sure where this story is going at the moment; I'm kind of jumping all over the place in the story line.  Oh well, I'm going to start putting some writing in Hermione's point of view.

Chapter 4

~Hermione's POV~

            I don't know what came over me.  He was being so sweet.  I've wanted to hug him like this for years; of course he probably doesn't know this.  In fact I've wanted to do more.  I wish Ron Weasley was my boyfriend that I could hug and kiss whenever I wanted.  I need to stop dreaming though.  There's probably no way he would like me the way I like him.  My love for him has been ganging up on me since the time we met in first year.  My crush for him deepened in fourth year at the Yule Tide Ball.  I waited forever for him to ask me to the dance.  It was only when Viktor Krum saw me crying over him that he asked me to go with him.  Why does life have to be so hard?  Will
Ron ever be able to fall for a "Miss Know-It-All?"  I'm surely not one of the most beautiful people out there it the world, not even close.  Ron could get so many girls if he wanted, with his gorgeous freckles and flaming red hair.  His sense of humor and that little smirky smile get me every time.  And yet, I'm hugging him right now, and he's actually hugging me back!  I felt myself blushing, after what seemed like eternity, I pulled away from the hug.

            An awkward silence was going on between us.  I couldn't think of anything to say.  That was just one of the best moments of my life; I didn't want to say anything to ruin it.  He had a very large smile on his face, his big blue eyes staring right into mine.  He was blushing fiercely though, and I knew I was too.  It was almost like we were having a contest or something.  'Let's see whose face can get the reddest?'

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(AN: A bit fluffy I know, but now I'm switching back to Ron's POV.)

            I'm hugging Hermione!  I'm actually hugging Hermione!  Sure she's hugged me before, but this time is different.  Before, other people have been around and it's been more of a friendly thing.  This time we're alone and it just feels different, I can't seem to describe it.  It's almost like she knows that I like her, but that can't be right, I haven't told a soul!  I hope I'm not being that obvious.  With her arms around me I feel all tingly and warm, I know it sounds stupid but it's like she has the power to make me feel happy all the time no matter what.  After eternity, I felt her break away from the hug.

            All I could manage to do was stare into her beautiful brown eyes.  I could feel my face was on fire.  Hermione's face was just about as flush as mine was.  It was almost like we were having a contest or something, 'Let's see whose face can get the reddest?'  The silence was killing me though; I needed to say something and quick!

            "Ron, Hermione!  Dinner's ready!"  Hearing mum yelling at me this time was a huge relief.  Mental note: be extra nice to mum.  "Uh, come on Hermione, let's go inside."

AN:  This chapter's a little shorter than the others, but the meanings a little deeper.  At least you guys know for sure that Hermione feels the same…I couldn't bring myself to be evil enough to have Hermione not like him…that would be cruel.  Anywho…let me know how I'm doing, review…Review….REVIEW!!