Whoot! Seventh chapter out in one day. Lol. Yeah I know. I'm totally obsessed. But I guess this makes up for the chapters being too short? Or at least I hope so? Well enjoy guys, and I hope you like it. I think it's kind of moving into more of the feelings being revealed, and so it's getting more difficult to write. Hm... send suggestions my way please! And THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS. You guys totally rock.

Meanwhile, back at the Burrow, Hermione was completely engrossed in her new potions book, and Ron was, well, bored.

"Hermione," he whined for the fifth time in three minutes. "What should I do?"

She shrugged, sighing in frustration. "Ron! How many times do I have to tell you? My potions grade next year depends on this! Last year it was my lowest grade, and I don't want that to repeat."

Ron snorted. "Hermione, last year you got a 96 percent in that class, the highest grade besides Malfoy."

"You see?" she said shrilly, looking distraught. "Malfoy had a higher grade than me! That complete prat!"

Ron shook his head. "Hermione, you don't need the studying. Come on, let's go outside for a game of Quidditch or something."

"I don't want to," she replied stubbornly, glaring at him. "And besides, Quidditch is a ridiculous game anyway."

Ron gasped indignantly. "It is not!"

She groaned.

Ron tried again. "How about a game of wizard's chess then?"

"Stop bothering me," she snapped. "Why don't you read something? Your marks last year weren't very satisfactory, and I think you should get a head start."

Ron stared at her, completely aghast. "Get a head start in July? Are you crazy?"

Hermione huffed. "Fine. If you want to fail, that's your problem."

He flopped down next to her, ignoring how she flinched. "Hermione, you know, I wasn't de... derusional yesterday."

"It's delusional, Ron."

"Yeah," he scratched his head, grinning nervously. "Well, I wasn't."

She snapped her book shut, biting her lip nervously as she looked at him. "Really?"

"Yeah," he laughed a little.

"You think..." her eyes began to well up with tears. "You think that..."

He stumbled towards her, alarmed, patting her back as he tried to comfort her. "Hey Hermione, there's no reason to cry. I think that Ginny's ridiculous too!"

Her head snapped up, and she looked at him, confused. "What?"

Unfortunately, Ron took this as a good sign. "Yeah," he nodded vigorously. "Because she told me and Harry about how she put makeup on you."

Hermione looked even more confused now. Now tearless, she sat up straight, staring at him. "She did?"

"Yeah!" Ron nodded some more. Not wanting to repeat what he had actually said to Harry and Ginny, he quickly improvised. "And I said, err... that... that you were too much of a bookworm to ever want to look good!"

He grinned triumphantly.

She clenched her fists.

"Ronald Weasley!" she finally shrieked, taking her heavy potions book and smacking his shoulder with it. "You... are so insensitive and... and..." she burst into tears a second time. "I hate you!" She shoved him out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Ron stood outside the door, looking baffled.

"Wonder what got her so upset."