Chapter 5- Day 3

Disclaimer I own absolutely nothing. Okay, so I own Amy, Elizabeth, and Sarah. But I don't own anything else. It all belongs to the most brilliant JK Rowling.

A/N Sorry it took so long. I just had to plan out how I wanted the story to go. And I had so many different ideas for this chapie. This is like the final version out of 5 tries. If you want the other ideas I had and in some cases, the actual chap, email me at llamainthedeliyahoo.com . What's a beta reader? And how do I get one?



Hermione awoke the next morning rather cheerful. She got out of bed and fumbled through her dresser for a pair of decent clothes. Suddenly, she remembered she was supposed to be mad at Ron. She plucked out a faded shirt she had gotten last year and a denim skirt. She headed over to the bathroom. She washed her face and as she was splashing water onto it, she happened to glance in the mirror. Needless to say, Hermione did not like what she saw.

She looked worn- out and her frizzy brown hair was all over the place. She stepped into the shower and turned out the cold water. She hoped that the water would wash away any self-conscious thoughts.

She stepped out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed. She put on her clothes and added a matching belt for decoration. She didn't need to dress up today. It's not as if anyone was comin---Amy. Hermione frantically got out a brush and combed her hair. She was nothing compared to Amy.

She walked out defeated towards the kitchen.

Ron groggily awoke. He opened his eyes just enough to see the clock. 7:49. Ron figured he could fit in another 2 hours if Hermione was in a good mood. He closed his eyes just long enough for him to realize he had a meeting with Amy this morning. Actually, not just him, but he figured it would somehow end up just him.

He awoke first groggily but a few minutes later it hit him. He had a date. He jerked up and searched frantically through his dresser, looking for something impressive to wear. He through clothes onto his bed as he searched for something that would impress Amy.

'Nothing. NOTHING! Figures. How was I supposed to know this was going to happen.' Thought Ron to himself as he headed towards Harry's room. Harry had to have something.

Hermione cheerfully cracked eggs and placed them in the pan. It was the least she could do. The breakfast was almost complete. Hermione had conjured up the best muggle breakfast she could. She had laid the orange juice directly across from each other. She had carefully placed the food neatly on the china plates and added a parsley for decoration.

She folded up the napkins in the best design she could. It was times like these when Hermione was glad her parents were muggle. Her mom had taught her this about 2 years ago.

She laid a rose across Amy's chair that she had picked from the garden. Hermione and Ginny were planning on working in the garden today. Who knew what Harry was going to do, but he had been warned not to come into the house. At all.

Hermione perched herself on the edge of the couch and waited for Ron.

"Blimey! Mate, I need to borrow something to wear!" yelled Ron.

Harry stirred from his sleep and looked at Ron through half-asleep eyes. "S, Sure mate." Said Harry before closing his eyes once more.

Ron tore through Harry's dresser at an even faster pace. He became contented when he found a white, button-up shirt and some khaki pants. Without another word to Harry, Ron headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Hermione wrung her hands impatiently. 'Where is Ron? Amy's going to be here at any time.' She got up and began pacing around the room. The same thoughts repeating themselves in her mind. The heavy footsteps of Ron jerked her back to reality.

"Ron! There you are, I..." stated Hermione as she reached out for a good morning hug. But her arms were half way up when the doorbell rang.

"I better go." Said Ron heading to answer the door. And without a second glance towards Hermione, he went off to answer the door without saying good morning at all.

Ron was too stressed to do anything. His hands were sweating and he was sure he was flushed. He was distracted by the smallest movement or sound. He heard the doorbell ring and headed off. He was sure Hermione wanted to leave anyways.

Hermione slunk out the back as Ron opened the door. It would be mortifying for Ron if Amy had come in when they were hugging. She might get the wrong idea and... Hermione was shocked when she crashed into the back door. She opened the door as quietly as she could. She slipped her thin body through the crack and shut the door gently behind her.

Ron opened the door to see the bright-eyed Amy staring at him.

"Hey!" said Amy as she bustled through the door. She looked down-right adorable. She was in a pink sundress with flowers embroided on the hem. Her hair was tied back into braids and under control. Her lips shimmered and for a minute, Ron was speechless.

"H...H...Hi, Amy. Good to see you!"

"It's good to see you, too, Ron!"

"H...Have a seat." He said as he pulled out a chair for her.

"Oh, Ron." Said Amy as she gently picked up the rose that had been lying in her chair.

Ron was taken aback by this. After all, Hermione had put it there. She knew him all to well. Ron wouldn't have had enough courage to do something like that. He watched as Amy sat herself down and he quickly followed suit.

Hermione carefully replanted the flowers. She glanced up towards the giant window in the center of the kitchen. Amy had found the rose. Hermione felt herself smirk. She looked towards where Ginny was supposed to be. Hermione turned her head towards the garden bench. Ginny was there with Harry. Although she couldn't hear them clearly, she knew they were flirting. Harry was messing with Ginny's hair while Ginny whispered things into his ear. They looked so cute together.

Hermione's eyes ended up back on the window. She looked at Amy. Ron liked her, and what could she do? Hermione glanced at her own dirty hands then at Amy's manicure. She couldn't help looking like this was worse than a mirror. She had become her own mirror, and she had become brutally honest towards herself. Now was no exception.

Ron nervously took his seat across from Amy.

"I...I hope you like the breakfast."

"Oh, Ron, I love it. It was so nice of you to go through all this trouble."

Ron looked guiltily down at the meal. He didn't have the courage to tell her who had actually made it. He felt flushed, but he hoped he didn't look it. Had he thanked Hermione for the breakfast this morning? Yes, he had. He thought to himself. If he did, it was a but foggy in his memory.

He watched as Amy gingerly picked up her fork and poised it above the fruit cup. "Ron?"

"Yeah?" he said, having been snapped back to reality.

"How long are you here for?" said Amy wearing a tone he wasn't used to. It was, uncertainty maybe. But it was also some curiosity. He decided to label it Amy.

"'Bout 4 more days." Said Ron, never taking his eyes off the bacon.

"Oh, what a shame." Said Amy. Ron dared a glance in her direction. Their eyes locked.

"Yeah, yeah." Said Ron, quickly averting his gaze. He feared Amy had seen this but he couldn't meet her gaze.

"So, where are you from?" replied Amy as she stabbed a strawberry with her fork.

Ron was rather unsure on how to answer this question. He glanced around the room anxiously, looking for a change of subject.

"Uh...er..."

Hermione was pleased with the transfer from the pot to the garden. She stood up to admire her work. Unfortunately, her eyes traveled to the window once more. She looked closely at Ron. His face was flushed and he was stammering. He was staring at the egg. 'It wasn't that interesting.' Hermione thought to herself.

She carefully walked to the back door and opened it just a crack. Harry and Ginny wouldn't notice. They were too caught up in a world of their own.

'All I hear is Ron stammering.' Thought Hermione urgently to herself. Assuming the worst, Hermione walked purposefully into the kitchen to rinse her hands.

"Oh, Hi! What was your name..." said Amy as politely as she could.

"Hermione. I just came in here to wash my hands." Said Hermoine, gesturing towards the dirt coming off her hands. She saw Amy grimace, but was sure that Ron hadn't.

Ron mouthed a thank you to Hermione as she walked out of the door and back to the garden.

"So... what were we talking about?" asked Amy pleasantly.

"Uh..."

"Oh, yes! This amazing breakfast! Ron, where did you learn all this?" asked Amy, pointing to the variety of food.

Ron tried not to let his mouth fall open. On the table was almost every food group. And she thought Ron had made this. 'Maybe she is mad.'

"Uh..."

"Oh, Ron! It's 10. I better get going. I've had a great time." Said Amy flinging her arms around Ron and engulfing him in a friendly hug. Ron didn't know what to do so he hugged back.

"Would you like to come back tomorrow?" asked Ron, all while studying his shoes.

"I would love too."

And with that Ron escorted Amy out.

Hermione watched as Amy hugged Ron. It had taken her years before she hugged Ron like that and Amy had done it in less than a day. Hermione unknowingly rose to her feet. Apparently, this attracted some attention from Harry and Ginny.

But Hermione didn't care. She watched in awe as Ron escorted her out the door. 'He hardly does that to me.' Thought Hermione and for the umpteenth time today, she had to quash the thought that she was jealous of Amy because she wasn't. It was just surprising was all.

Ron briefly thought about going to the garden to tell Harry the details. Not that there was much to tell but surely Harry would be curious. He was just inches away from the back door when he decided against it. 'Hermione might not want to hear this.' Thought Ron as he steered himself towards his room.

Ron threw himself onto his messy, unmade bed and let thoughts come into his head. 'I'm going to see Amy again tomorrow and what if she asks me that question. What do I say? And how did Hermione know I needed help. Now I really have to make it up to her.'

There was a knock at the door. "Come in." shouted Ron, not wanting to get off the bed.

Harry came in and settled in the lounge chair near the foot of the bed. "So, mate. How did it go? Spill it all."

"Well, it was going great, you know? She looked really good. But then she asked me where I was from and I didn't know what to say. Luckily, 'Mione came in and interrupted her and then Amy forgot what she was saying."

He glance over at Harry to make sure he was still listening. Harry was thinking.

"Yeah, lucky you." Said Harry, who had been thinking, but about something else.

"Uh, what did you do?"

"I...er... I helped Ginny and Hermione in the garden."

Ron looked at Harry's hands and clothes. Not as speck of dirt. Ron got a pretty good idea of what Harry had been doing.

Hermione sat on the couch. She desperately wanted to know what had happened but she couldn't just ask Ron. She would have to wait for Ron to tell Harry who would tell Ginny who would then tell Hermione.

'This could take a while. Maybe I could just ask Harry. But no, Ginny would be more understanding.' Hermione suddenly thought of something else. 'I can't blame Ron for liking Amy. There are people like Amy and Ginny and then there are people like, well, me.' Hermione stood up and walked to Ginny's room.

"Ginny, can I come in?"

"Sure, Hermione." Said Ginny opening the door. Hermione sat herself in a chair across from Ginny.

"Ginny, has Harry told you anything?"

"No, sorry Hermione." Said Ginny, placing her hand comfortingly on hers.

"Oh, Gin. I don't know why I care so much."

"Well, it's perfectly normal to be jealous...

"Jealous?!"

"What I mean, is that, you're naturally curious."

Hermione stood up and began to pace impatiently around the room. There was a knock on the door. She watched as Ginny went to go get it.

"Harry." Said Ginny flinging her arms around him. Hermione had to rid herself of this morning. "Harry, tell all." She said placing Harry where Hermione had sat just seconds before.

"Well... he said it was going great and that she looked really good. But then she asked him where he was from and he didn't know what to say. Then, Hermione came in and saved the day." Said Harry turning to face Hermione.

But Hermione didn't hear the last part. Ron had agreed she looked amazing. Hermione knew it and judging by what she had seen through the window, he was smitten with her. But the problem was, she liked him right back.

Hermione quickly made up an excuse and walked to her room. On her way, she overheard Ron. He had written a letter and was proof-reading it aloud. He had already started and Hermione guessed he was halfway done.

"...and George, shut it! I don't like her like that. I like someone else." Hermione felt a smirk spread across her face. She quickly wiped it off. "This morning was great though and she looked downright amazing. I don't think I've ever met anyone like her."

Hermione felt tears pricked in her eyes. She went into the room and shut the door. She needed to figure what it was before she could seek comfort. And Hermione's eyes just happened to fall on the mirror.

A/N So that's it. It was 7 pages long. Was it worth the wait? Next chappie already in the works.

Tabytha