A/N: So many positive responses! Thank you so much :o) I wasn't really planning on writing another chapter, but I could hardly refuse so many requests.

Chapter 3-going to be a sort of Ginny/Harry counterpart to the story, starting in Ginny's POV…ever wonder what your characters are doing while important plot points, like Ron fixing (or trying to fix) his hair, are happening?

*Ginny POV*

            "I can't believe this," Hermione said irritatedly, checking her watch and then glancing up the boys' staircase.

            "C-Can't believe what, Hermione?" I asked through a yawn. It might have been 11, but I was still exhausted. I'd been up late the night before working on a particularly nasty Potions essay, with Hermione's help. Somehow, she didn't seem tired at all.

            "How late Ron and Harry are going to sleep!" she exclaimed. "I just don't understand how they can waste the day doing something as ineffective as sleeping."

            "Actually, I would like to get in some Quidditch plans before we go off to Hogsmeade," I said thoughtfully. "Now that we've got a new team, it's going to take a bit to settle everyone in."

            "More like it's going to take a bit to get yourself used to the fact that if you keep on staring at Harry, Gryffindor's going to lose."

            "Hermione!" I said, hitting her lightly on the shoulder. "I don't stare at Harry."

            "I've gone to practices before, you know," she answered, looking rather amused. "And I've watched you do it."

            I sighed in defeat. "I can't help it, all right? Anyway, you do the same thing with my dear brother."

            Instead of denying it as I had, she simply slumped her shoulders. Harry and I had been on her for the past month, and she had finally confessed her feelings for him. Which somehow meant more fighting, probably because Ron was too much of a dolt to admit his feelings. This didn't surprise me at all.

            "I really wish they'd hurry down here," she said, obviously trying to steer clear of anything involving Ron.

            Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, in which Hermione and I both got very annoyed due to the boys' long absence, they came down the stairwell.

            "I thought you'd never wake up," Hermione said sternly. "I know it's Saturday, but it's nearly 11!"

            My point exactly.

            "Exactly, no classes, no reason to wake up early," Ron answered, a teasing grin on his face. "Even if we miss breakfast, we could always go down to the kitchens and nick some food from Dobby. He'd trip over himself to see Harry again."

            What a git. I knew he didn't know that he liked Hermione, but he knew how upset she got with the house-elves, and I really wasn't in the mood to hear one of their fights.

            "Oh, honestly," Hermione shot back before leaving the common room. I glanced at Ron, hoping the "you-love-Hermione-so-stop-being-such-a-prat-around-her" subliminal message got across, before following her.

            Hermione and I reached the Great Hall before Harry and Ron, and I sat across from her, hoping that they'd somehow make up over breakfast. I helped myself to bacon and eggs and had just started to eat when Harry and Ron appeared. Harry sat beside me, something I was very pleased about, and Ron took the seat next to Hermione before tucking in rather avidly, something that was always disgusting to watch. He acted as if he hadn't seen food in days.

             "Oh, for heaven's sake, Ron, could you please show a bit more courtesy towards the people that actually have to watch you scarf down your food like that?" Hermione snapped on his first break as he cleaned his face off with a napkin.

            "Go, Hermione," I cheered silently in my head, although it was hard to concentrate with the boy I'd had a crush on since first year—actually, before that—sitting beside me.

"Sorry, 'Mione," Ron answered. I watched Hermione intensely, hoping she wouldn't take offense to the nickname Ron had recently taken to calling her. The first time he'd used it, he'd bungled up the reason for it and had ended up insulting her.

"Ron, I still don't understand why you can't be bothered to say my full name," she responded, although I could tell she was slightly pleased.

            "Oh, I just thought 'Mione was…prettier," Ron said. I mentally slapped him—hard.

            Here we go again.

 I looked at Harry and his eyes clearly said "uh-oh".

            "So Hermione is an ugly name, is that what you're telling me?"

            Oh no. I had a feeling this wouldn't work out. Stupid, stupid Ron.

            "No, I didn't exactly…but I mean, it is rather long and it always makes me think of Hermy, and…." he trailed off, and I sighed inwardly.

            "It's fine, Ron, I mean, I've had to deal with Malfoy, this can't be much worse, can it? Ginny, I don't think I'll be going to Hogsmeade today, I have a lot of work to do," Hermione said, standing up.

            "But Hermione—" I interjected, knowing it wouldn't do any good but having to try. "No, I really mustn't. You have fun, though."

            As she walked away, the anger built up inside me until I felt ready to burst. And there was Ron, sitting there as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

            "Ron, you just had to ruin it, didn't you?" I burst out with fury. He was going to get it, if I had anything to say about it.

            "Ruin what?" he asked, as if he hadn't done anything wrong. The nerve of some people…

            "Her good mood!" I shot back, unable to believe him. And I'm his sister—that's saying something. "I mean, you're enough of a prat to ruin someone's life, and she was having such a good day, and you know the type of influence you've got on her—"

            "Wait," he interrupted "What kind of influence do I have on her, exactly?"

            I could feel myself blushing immediately. Hermione had admitted it but had sworn Harry and me to secrecy. Ron couldn't find out.

            "Nothing, Ron, it's just that, you know, you're friends, and…" I couldn't think of anything else to say. I knew he would find out somehow.

            "Ginny, we both know you're lying," he answered. "Just tell me the truth. I swear, I won't tell a soul."

            "No, I—I can't," I said. Honestly, I would have helped him if it had been any other girl…but Hermione was my best friend. I couldn't do that to her.

            Harry let out an exaggerated sigh and I nearly fell off of my seat.

            "Ron, Hermione's in love with you, she has been since fourth year. That's why she's so upset with you about telling her that her name is ugly."

            I couldn't believe this. I would have expected it of anyone but Harry, actually. To have betrayed Hermione! I heard Ron say something to him but I could hardly think straight…

            "Harry James Potter," I said, quietly but clearly. "I cannot believe that you just betrayed your best friend's trust like that."

            "Ginny, face it," Harry answered, turning toward me. Those green eyes captured me, somehow, and I had to look back at him. "All these secrets are just hurting everyone. He has to know. You know he does."

            Despite the fact that I didn't like how he'd chosen to reveal the information, I couldn't deny the truth. Harry was right.

            I lay my head down on the table, suddenly having a huge headache.

            "Would someone please explain what is going on to the confused wizard in the first row?" Ron said, frustrated. Somehow, I had forgotten he was still there.

            "Oh, right," Harry responded. "Well, Hermione likes you. As more than a friend. As a matter of fact, mate, I'd say she loves you. And you, being that big, cute, prat that you are, have absolutely refused to see that, because no one is stupid enough to have actually just not noticed it. Oh, and you like her, too."

            Couldn't have put it better myself. Except I would have let out the cute part.

            "What?" Ron exclaimed. I lifted my head to look at him as he flushed under our stares. "I do not, we're best friends and—"

            "We didn't tell you who you were friends with," I said. He was going to admit his feelings if I had to use my Bat Bogey Hex on him until he did. "We're telling you that however bloody stupid you may try to be, you can't deny that sometimes, when you look at her, your breath catches in your throat. And sometimes, when she smiles at you, you feel like no matter what's going on—you're failing a class or you had the worst Quidditch game of your life—everything will be OK. You'd do anything to make her happy, but at the same time, you love to get her angry because of the look in her eye and the way her face flushes. You can tease her and think it's perfectly all right, but if someone else, even Harry, occasionally, tries it, they'll be sorry they did. You, Ronald Arthur Weasley, are in love."

            As he walked away with a look of realization on his face, I sighed in relief. Even if things didn't work out, which I was still sure they would, at least I had tried.

            Oh, and Harry.

            Without him, this wouldn't have happened. Actually, without him, I might not even be here. There probably wouldn't be a Hogwarts to go to.

            I turned to him and was surprised to see a shocked expression on his face.

A/N: You already know what he's going to say…but oh well! A teeny tiny cliffhanger. Never hurt anyone. I'm guessing there'll be 4 chapters unless you for some reason want to read more…hehehe. PLEASE REVIEW!!!