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A/N: There's one part here that is my sister's idea, so this story isn't entirely mine. That's it. Hope you'll enjoy this. I know I did (evil laugh).

Chapter 2: So Happy Together

"Ron! Ron, wake up!"

Ron opened one eye and saw Harry trying to wake him up. He pulled the blanket over his head, rolled to the other side of the bed, and groaned.

"Come on, Ron! We have classes today, remember? And we have Snape for first period!"

"I don't want to be within ten yards of that slimy-haired git," Ron grumbled, taking the covers off his head.

Ron opened his half-lidded eyes to see Harry staring at him as if to say, "Come on." Ron sighed, rolled his eyes, and said, "Okay, okay, I'm up. You go ahead. I'll be with you in a minute." Ron watched Harry walk out the door then he sat up. The dormitory was empty so he figured he was the only one who was not down in the Great Hall, eating breakfast.

He changed into his school robes then he tried to fix his hair in the mirror. He spent a rather few minutes on his hair when the mirror spoke impatiently to him, saying, "Stop fussing with your hair already! It looks fine! She'll be able to notice you."

"Who's this 'she' that you're talking about?" Ron asked defensively. How can a mirror know anything about his life?

"Well you make a fuss about your hair in a longer time than you usually do."

"I'm not fussing over my hair!" exclaimed Ron, annoyed. Then he walked out the dormitory to find the common room unusually empty.

This is weird, Ron thought, the common room is never empty except for holidays. And today's the first day of classes!

Ron found Harry sitting on one of the armchairs. He walked over to Ron. "I still think you should tell Hermione how you really feel about her," Harry coaxed.

"What?" Ron pretended to be confused.

"You heard me."

Ron sighed. "Now why would I do that?"

"Look, do you want to suffer forever?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean, do you want to get hurt every time you hear Hermione talk about Krum? Or whenever she puts on that dreamy face of hers? Do you want that?"

"No," replied Ron. "That's why I tried to kill myself back on the train."

"Yeah, that was scary…"

(flashback…)

Ron still felt a little dizzy after he was pulled back. He was, after all, thrown to the floor, and he still lied there for a few minutes. In fact, he was so dizzy that almost everything he saw was white. When he opened his eyes, all he could see was Harry, who was looking all worried, and all the white stuff in the background.

Ron's first instinct was that he was dead and was in heaven. Only, Harry's here so he can't be dead yet.

"Ron! Ron, are you alright?" Harry asked, his voice full of concern.

"Harry?" Ron mumbled. "No—wait. I'm supposed to be dead!" he exclaimed, still not getting up.

"What?" asked Harry, puzzled.

"Hang on—maybe I am dead. Well, if I'm dead, then I must be in heaven. If I'm in heaven and you're here with me, maybe you're dead too!" Ron proclaimed. "What did you Harry? Did you kill yourself?" he asked, his eyes wide open.

Harry just stared at Ron as if he spilled some undiluted bubertuber pus on his face and developed some great, nasty boils. "I think you're mental."

"Harry! Ron! What happened here?"

Ron's vision cleared up and he realized that he was still in the train. He sat up and turned around to see Hermione looking worried, standing outside the compartment.

"Erm…" Harry began, "Ron—Ron was just—"

"Thrown to the floor when the train sped up," Ron finished for him. "I just wasn't holding on to my seat, that's all."

Hermione gave them a weird look but considered Ron's reason anyway. "Erm…right. Er, Ron, we'd better get moving. We need to be in the prefect's chamber."

Ron immediately stood up. "Oh, yeah. See you, Harry."

(end)

"Why'd you pull me back, anyway?" Ron asked Harry.

"What, did you think I was just going to leave you there? Come on, Ron!"

"All I'm saying is, I'm never going to tell Herm—"

"Hey, who are you two talking about?" someone asked curiously.

The two turned to see Hermione innocently staring at them from the bottom of the stairs to the girls' dormitory.

"We—we were…talking about—" Harry stammered.

"Trelawney," Ron interrupted. "I was saying that it would be really mean to tell HER that now we're not taking Divination, we think she's an ugly old fraud."

Hermione giggled. "That is mean. But it's the truth."

Ron sighed in relief.

"No, it's not," Harry spoke up. "The truth is, Hermione, Ron has something to tell you."

"Me?"

Harry nodded. Ron looked terrified, with his wide eyes and open mouth.

"What is it, Ron?"

Harry nudged him with his elbow. "Go on," he prodded.

Ron took a great deep breath. Thanks a lot, Harry, he thought sarcastically, I am totally unprepared for this. "Okay, I'm not good at revealing things so I'm just going to go out and say it."

Hermione nodded, looking inquisitive.

Ron faced her, took her hands in his, and said, "Hermione...(takes another deep breath) I am totally, completely, honestly, truly, madly, and passionately so in love with you."

Hermione just stared at him. She was completely stunned. Finally, she blinked and said, "Oh." What else was there to say?

Ron let go of her hands. "Look, I understand if you don't like me back. I just wanted to tell you that—"

"No, it's not like that at all," Hermione interjected quickly. She took both of Ron's hands. Ron felt a tingling sensation run through his fingers.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, confused.

Hermione paused and looked down the floor. "I like you too, Ron," she muttered. But it was loud enough for both Ron and Harry to hear.

Now it's Ron's turn to look surprised.

Harry was stunned too and he was staring at Hermione like he can't believe she just said what he thought she said. "I think I'd better go get some breakfast now," he piped up, still surprised. Then he walked out of the common room.

Hermione looked up, uneasily, at Ron. Ron's expression was changed from surprised to joyful. He looked like he just received an early birthday present. Total ecstasy was all over his face. "You really mean it?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Really," replied Hermione. She was smiling too.

"But what about Krum?"

"Oh, I just made that up to make you jealous."

"Yeah, well, you succeeded," Ron blushingly admitted.

"I did?" Hermione looked up dreamily into Ron's eyes.

Ron stared back. "Yeah," he replied softly.

And they just stared at each other for a full minute. Suddenly, it's as if there's a powerful magnet that's pulling them together. Ron could see Hermione's face getting closer to his. She closed her eyes and she seemed to be moving closer still. Ron kept his eyes open. She was so near him, he could already smell the fresh scent of her hair.

She's going to kiss me, Ron realized happily. He was still grinning when he prepared himself to kiss Hermione.

But everything suddenly went white.

And Ron opened his eyes to realize that—

It was all just a dream.

A/N: Did you like it? Still to be continued…hopefully, the next chapter would be the last…