A/N: I do not own Ron Weasley (Sadly) or Hermione Granger. They belong to the wonderful brain of J.K. Rowling. If I did own them, well, I'd have a lot more fun with them. However, the story is mine and if it is somewhat similar to yours, that is simply coincidental. The story takes place Sixth Year. I'll try to stay in character as much as I can, if you see anything out of character, please tell me and I'll try to change it! Anywho, Please R&R!

Just Friends? :: Chapter One- Ron

"You like Hermione?" the twins asked in unison.

"No. No I don't." Ron lied. He knew very well he didn't just like Hermione, he loved her. He had ever since the end of second year. He didn't know how long he could lie. He felt as if his secret was beginning to slip.

"Oh yes you do. It's written on all over your face!" Fred teased. Fred and George, they found out everything. How they found out, Ron didn't know. He felt certain that his face was now as red as his hair. Why did he have to lie? Why was him liking Hermione such a big deal?

"Oh, come on little brother. We see how you look at her." It was George's turn.

"How do I look at her?" Ron was beginning to fidget, he did not like how the conversation was going.

"All googly-eyed." Fred was enjoying seeing his little brother squirm.

"I do not! I don't look at Hermione like I want to kiss her!" Ron quickly covered his mouth, realizing what he had just let slip. Why had he said it?

"I KNEW IT!" George screamed. Ron ran out of the room, mad at himself for letting that slip. He ran to his room. To get his mind off of what had happened, he decided to write Harry a letter.

Harry-

Hey mate! How are you? I'm okay. Have you done any of the homework they assigned yet? I haven't started, I think I'll wait until Hermione gets here so she can help me. Fred and George are their normal selves; they still haven't gotten their shop up and running yet. They're having some time trying to hide all of their stuff from Mum. They're waiting until it's running and they get a good profit to say anything. I think they let Dad in on it, I'm not sure. I know Mum'll blow a gasket when she finds out. It'll be worse than that time she sent me a Howler. Just writing to see how you were doing. Keep safe. Hope the Muggles are treating you okay.

-Ron

Ron rolled up the letter and attached it to Pig's leg, "Take this to Harry, and don't come back until he writes." Pig gave a hoot of understanding and flew out the window. Ron watched him until he was a tiny black dot in the sky. He wished he could tell Hermione how he felt about her, but he was afraid she would be disgusted. Why would Hermione like him, anyway? He was sure she liked Viktor Krum. Why was he thinking about Hermione? He was sure she was not thinking about him. Little did he know, she was.