Sorry it took not as fast as you would have liked it to update. So here's the next chapter. By the way I apologize if the story seems to be dragging.

Disclaimer: sigh must we really go through this.

Harry walked into the Entrance Hall after visiting Hagrid, he had been neglecting visiting

his giant pal for quite awhile. For some reason, when Harry walked through the great

doors, something didn't feel right. He thought hard but couldn't figure out what it was.

He walked into the library and found Hermione in a secluded area, studying.

"What are you doing?" he asked, taking a seat next to her, in the soft cushions of the

library.

"Oh, hello. Nothing much, just studying, as it seems to be what I'm best at." She gave a

weak smile.

"Hermione you're great at many other things. Like acting." He said, grinning.

"Oh, I don't know about that." she said miserably.

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione sighed. "It's only a matter of time before everyone finds out it was me. Ron

included. And then he'll probably figure out that... well you know." Hermione gave

Harry a nervous look. He understood, she didn't want Ron to know.

"Would that be so bad?"

Maybe not.

"Yes!" she exclaimed a little surprised at his response.

"Why? How do you know he doesn't feel the same way?"

"Because...I just do." Hermione said sensibly. For some reason she had set herself in

thinking that she would always just be a friend to Ron, no matter what she thought.

Hermione set down the book she had been reading, and looked Harry in the eye.

"Seriously. That's just how it has always been."

Harry rolled his eyes. This situation was just too cliché.

"Hermione, that's not a good enough reason. You don't even know if he likes you or

not."

"I know, Harry. He doesn't like me. I mean he may like the girl in white, but he doesn't

like me. I mean, why would he?" Harry scowled.

"Hermione, you're a fantastic person with a great personality."

"Oh, really. Then how come it's Ron that likes me and not you?"

Harry gave a grin.

"Because, you're a sister to me, and that's all, that's all I've ever felt for you."

"How do you know Ron doesn't like me as a sister?" Hermione asked, acting as though

she didn't care, even though it was apparent that she did.

Harry gave an exasperated sigh. How clueless could she be?

"Because a friend who thinks of their best friend as a sister doesn't get jealous of a guy

for taking her to some ball. A friend who thinks of their best friends as a sister won't

belch slugs for them. A friend who thinks of their best friends as a sister doesn't act all

weird after they had just gotten kissed on the cheek by them. A friend who thinks of their

best friends as a sister—"

"Okay, okay. But still, Harry. I just don't want to confront him. Not now at least. I'll give

it some time. But I will eventually talk with him." Harry raised his eyebrows

suspiciously. "I promise. You have my word."

"Alright. I'm going up to the common room. See you."

He left Hermione, getting a little irritated with the both of them. How thick were they?

"I just wish they would tell each other, so they could snog away." Harry muttered darkly.

"Say that again, deary?" that Fat Lady said.

"Never mind. Pandora's box."

He walked inside and found Ron sitting with a shocked look on his face.

"Hi." Harry said brightly.

Ron didn't answer him. He was just staring straight ahead.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, concerned.

"It's her." Ron said without elaboration.

"What?" Harry looked at Ron in confusion, even though he had a very good idea where

this was going.

"It's her, Harry. Hermione, she is..." he didn't finish the sentence.

Harry knew exactly what he meant.

"Oh. Well..." Harry stopped. He was about to say 'took you long enough' but he had a

feeling Ron wouldn't have liked that answer. "Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't know how I could have not known. Her laugh, her perfume—"

"What about her perfume?" Harry asked, surprised. He hadn't heard anything about any

perfume.

"Her perfume. She was wearing the perfume I gave her. I didn't recognize the scent at the

time."

"Oh." Harry noted another thing that he should have said to Hermione: friends that like

their friends as a sister most definitely don't give them perfume. "How did you find out?"

Ron explained the whole story with the glass vial and exactly how it broke.

"Oh."

"So, this means that...that...that you were right Harry." Ron said in a slow voice as if it

pained him to say it.

"I was?"

"I do like Hermione. In fact it's because I like Hermione that I liked the girl in white. I

liked her because she was Hermione. I mean now everything seems so obvious." Ron

stared intently at a couch somewhere over Harry's left shoulder.

Harry rolled his eyes. Ron could be so thick sometimes.

"So are you going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?"

"That you like her, you wart!"

"Oh. That." Ron sighed. "No. It would just ruin our friendship."

Harry was about to argue against him, but then figured out that Ron was feeling the same

way Hermione was feeling.

"Well are you going to tell her that you know it was her?"

"No!" Ron exclaimed

This was too deja vu.

"Well you owe it to her."

Way too déjà vu.

"Fine. I'll tell her. Just not now. I'll wait a little. But I will tell her. I swear."

Harry sighed and then left Ron. The two of them were too stubborn to confront each

other and yet they swore to him that they would talk. How long was it going to take until

they confessed?

I'm sorry the chapter was so short. I'm pretty sure the next chapter won't be as short. wink wink nudge nudge