A/N: This took me forever to get done. I feel really terrible about that, but with band and show choir I couldn't find time to get into it. Luckily, I really like this chapter. A couple things I need to say though.

I never intended to put Harry with anybody. I really don't know who he'll end up with. So I leave that for you to think about.

The whole thing with Harry not touching Ron when he threw him isn't going anywhere. I know I put it in there, but I also put in this chapter a sort of joke on Ron's "supposed" seeing abilities. It's just my way of putting a little bit of theories about the next books and random stuff to kind of keep this related to the books in a way. This story is Ron/Mione fluff. It doesn't need a huge plotline. At least I don't think so.

The next chapter will be the last, so be ready for that ultimate fluff I promised.

Hope you enjoy the chapter. THANK YOU so much to my faithful reviewers. You know who you are. I hope I didn't disappoint. Keep reading and reviewing! big hug

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September 1 , Hogwarts Express

I have FINALLY gotten a hold of some ink! Well, I had some before but Mum said it was for school purposes. I just now dipped into it, knowing well that Mum isn't around to stop me.

It's fantastic to be back really. I hope sixth year is the best yet. I know Hermione is going to be unbearable, just getting ready to be head girl NEXT year. She's always a step ahead you know. I hope Harry gets Head Boy next year. He deserves it, the way he's saved so many people over the years. Hopefully he won't have to be the hero again. It's not fair to make him do it all the time, is it?

Then again, who else would willing accept the position of "lovable hero"?

Hermione's caught me writing. I saw her smirk at me before she left to change into her school robes. She's been acting weird again. Every time I get near her she kind of examines me for a minute like I'm gonna lash out at her, and then she completely ignores me! It's starting to get a little disappointing. I know I said I'd just forget about her a let it go, but I can't...stop.

Luna's in the same compartment as us again. She keeps giving me these weird looks, and then Harry keeps whispering to her, and Ginny stormed off saying she was going to find out what Dean was up to because he hadn't owled her all summer.

Neville joined us a bit ago. He tried to ask Hermione something, but then he saw me and scurried off. Harry told me he'd been eyeing Ginny and he wanted a girl's perspective on the situation, but no guy was dumb enough to ask in front of her older brother.

Oh great, I'm a big and mean older brother, but I'm crap when it comes to death eaters.

What does Neville want with Ginny anyway???

Luna just asked me if I'd ever thought about writing for the Quibbler. I told her as often as I tied my socks. You know what she said? "Good, that's just about everyday then!". I thought she was crazy, but when I looked down, suddenly my socks had these strings hanging off of them...

Harry's laughing. Sometimes I'd like to see what he'd look like if he were Pansy Parkinson. You know, a flat squashed-in nose?

Ginny's come back, at least she's standing outside our compartment and yelling. Should I write down what she's saying??

Okay then, I''ll try and keep up.

"You just think that I'll make-out with you whenever Hannah gets tired of you?? Hufflepuffs don't like liars Dean! She's gonna find out and you're going to regret all of this!"

Uh oh, doesn't sound good does it? YES!! I never wanted to her to be with Dean. He's such a... git!

"But Gin, she already knew that I wanted to see other people! It shouldn't be that big of a deal!"

"You sticking your tongue down Hannah's throat and then coming to me for more!!? That's not a big deal??!! God Dean you're so immature! Why don't you just go date the giant squid and we'll see how that turns out for you!"

Hah! Alright Gin! She really knows how to lay it on him doesn't she? But Harry's looking a tad pale. He's mumbling about something...

Now Luna has burst into some sort of speech about the mystery behind history. Something about it repeating? Right, as if I hadn't already read that edition of her dad's magazine.

But Harry doesn't look happy. So many guys what? Why is Luna STARING at me again?

Oh thank god, Ginny's come into the compartment and it's sort of stopped. Except I can't seem to put my quill down.

Ah. Hermione's beautiful face, entering the compartment and looking... agitated?

And now she's yelling about my duty as a prefect, I should be patrolling the

sorry about that, she slammed the book on my fingers. And said she'd never meant to actually distract me from life, just that she wanted me to read a bit more. I guess that's a sign I should go change into my school robes? Oh, and patrol the train, but if Malfoy snogs the air when I walk by one more time..

Wait a sec, what the bloody hell is that all about anyway???

"Hermione! Wait up already!" Ron yelled, tugging his sleeves down and running to catch up with her. She stopped a moment and waited for him to catch his breath.

"I see you've changed," she stated, noticing his robes. Ron chuckled.

"Where have I heard that before?" he wondered aloud. Hermione shook her head and sighed.

"So what did you want?" she asked him, walking slowly beside him.

"I figured we could patrol together for a little while. I mean, how many more times do we get to patrol?" he asked. Hermione snorted.

"All year, and possibly next year if you don't get yourself in trouble," Hermione warned.

"Right... okay then. I'll just head this way," Ron mumbled, disappointed, and turned around. Hermione bit her lip and grabbed his shoulder.

"No point now... I uh...was already down that way..." she stuttered. He nodded slightly and kept alongside her.

"Oh no, not again.." Ron groaned and opened up a compartment. Three Hufflepuffs stared back with shocked expressions.

"All I asked is what house she thought she would be in... and then she just...went ballistic," a first year explained, upside down and wedged between the seat and the doorway.

"This is definitely not a good way to start out your year," Hermione warned the first year girl whose fists were raised.

"I've heard about you, prefects.You don't scare me," she spat.

"How about expulsion? Does that scare you?" Ron asked viciously and helped the boy up.

"You can't get me expelled! My mother will tell the muggle world about all of you!" she shouted and stomped on Ron's foot.

"You don't think we have ways of fixing that sort of problem? Don't get too comfortable. Apologize, now." Hermione scorned and watched as the girl became teary-eyed.

"I'm sorry Roger. I shouldn't have hit you..." she mumbled and ran out of the compartment.

"A muggle born in Slytherin, fascinating.." Ron mumbled and turned on his heel to follow her. Hermione shook her head and gave Roger a weak smile.

"Sorry about that, Hogwarts isn't at all bad you know. I'm sure you'll fit right in and you won't have to worry about her anymore," Hermione reassured him. Roger gave her a confused stare and shook his head.

"But she's my sister..." he muttered quietly. Hermione coughed and watched as he walked out after Ron. The three Hufflepuffs (most likely in third year) began to giggle.

"It was an honest mistake! I should have known they were twins, but..." Hermione began to explain.

"It's not that!" one interrupted quickly. Hermione raised her eyebrow in curiosity.

"We were just talking about how much she fancies your boyfriend," another replied, pointing to the last of the trio. Hermione blushed furiously and headed after Ron and the two first years, saying nothing... not even setting the girls straight.

"Ron! What's going on?" Hermione asked, catching her breath as she met up with them outside a compartment further down the train.

"Well, apparently Roger told Riana that she was going to be a Slytherin, and he was going to be a Gryffindor so she shoved him and he fell between the door and the seat," Ron explained, hiding a grin. Hermione nodded.

"Well you guys won't have to worry about that anyway, the sorting hat knows where you go," Hermione stated and smiled at the two of them. Roger laughed.

"Well if it knows ow hard my sister hits, he's going to put her in Slytherin. What if we end up in separate houses?" he asked, clinging to his sister's sleeve. Clearly, being muggle-borns they wanted to share the experience together.

"It's possible, there are twins in our year who are separated. They talk all the time, and they haven't had a problem," Hermione informed them, Riana looking a bit relieved.

"They don't have to worry about it anyway. They're both Ravenclaws," Ron interjected. Hermione placed her hands on her hips and shook her head at him.

"How did you make that decision?" she asked. Ron just shrugged his shoulders and helped Riana and Roger back to their compartment with a grin on his face.

xxxx xx

"She looks like a Gryffindor!" Ron said proudly as a bushy-haired little girl took her seat on the stool in front of the Great Hall.

"Ron, honestly! You can't tell what house someone's going to be in just by looking at them!" Hermione stated and rolled her eyes.

"She reminds me of you... and oh!? Who was right??" Ron questioned as the girl came skipping up to their table.

Hermione just blushed and shook her head, smiling at the new comer.

"Well then I think the next one's going to be a Gryffindor as well," Hermione said as a miniature version of Lavender took her place underneath the hat. Ron shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"Slytherin," he mumbled as the hat shouted along. Hermione gaped at him and folded her arms.

"Now how in the world are you doing that?" she asked, not wanting to seem TOO interested. Ron shrugged and began drumming his fingers on the table.

"Well, what about that one?" Harry asked as the next first year sat down.

"Ravenclaw?" he suggested, and then watched as the boy sat down in the mob of blue and bronze. It was Roger.

"That's incredible. Maybe you're the sorting hat reborn into human form Ron!" Ginny joked and widened her eyes. Ron scowled and stared down at his feet. Harry let out a small cough and continued to watch the sorting. 'Re-born' was another word on the list of memory triggers.

"So what was that whole feud with your boyfriend about earlier?" Ron asked his sister in response to her joke. She nervously scratched behind her ear and sighed.

"Ravenclaw!" Hermione shouted in surprise as Riana joined her brother. Ron beamed with pride and turned his attention back to his sister, who was giving Hermione a confused glare.

"Apparently Dean spent some of his summer rekindling his relationship with Hannah. I don't even want to think about what they were doing the whole time... but you can imagine how angry I was when I found out. I mean, what kind of guy dates two girls at once? He's worse than Michael!" she fumed and shot daggers at Dean from across the table. He nervously eyed the Hufflepuff table and shrugged.

"Well, I can think of some people who are better suited for you anyway," he mentioned and eyed Harry. Ginny rolled her eyes and smacked him upside the head.

"What was that for??" Ron asked rubbing the spot.

"For being painstakingly obvious"

September 1, still...

She called me "painstakingly obvious". Ginny, that is. Do you think she means with all different sorts of things or just me wanting her to be with Harry? That look she always gives me is enough to make me wonder what exactly is running through that head of hers.

I do stare at Hermione a lot, and I do get jealous whenever she mentions Krum, but does that really mean I'm OBVIOUS?

I had to show the first years to the common room. Their eyes bugged out of their heads. I didn't call them midgets this year if it makes any difference.

I wonder if the prefects called us midgets when we were first years. Probably not. They were too busy staring at lightning bolt shaped... uh, things?

Okay, they were staring at Harry's scar. I don't even notice it anymore, but it does seem to be the source of many a problem.

Hold on, Ginny calls.

"Errol's here!" Ginny shouted.

"I don't get it, who would send him out here the first night back? Mum maybe?" Ron questioned aloud and grabbed the parchment.

"I don't know, but it doesn't look, normal..." Ginny mumbled and watched as Ron opened it up. The two of them jumped back in shock as the image of Fred and George began to talk.

"Hey younger Weasleys, how does our new invention look?" Fred asked.

"Probably fantastic, as it's us they're staring at.." George cut in. The twins laughed and continued to talk.

"This is a new sort of..message. It's like watching a moving photograph, only you can hear us talk," Fred explained.

"I don't really like it much, but Fred figured we might as well test it out," George continued.

"I hope you two are enjoying your first day back. Ah, I remember the Hogwarts days. Sort of ruined them for us towards the end with Umbridge.." Fred stated. George laughed.

"Yeah, but maybe it'll be better for you with a girlfriend Ron.."

"George! We don't know if he has one yet!"

"Are you saying after all of our genius and hard work that there is the chance that he STILL.."

"Forge! Shh. Uh, have a wonderful time at school brother! And darling sister!"

With this, the paper disappeared and left one confused Ginny and a red-faced Ron.

"I can't believe it! I knew they did SOMETHING! It's my journal isn't it, that's why I... they better explain themselves..." Ron muttered. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Ron, they might have meant something entirely different. What about your journal anyway?" Ginny asked.

"Nothing! It's just NOTHING okay!?" Ron shouted and stormed off.

Ginny sighed and pulled out a quill and ink.

Brothers,

I'm sending Errol back now, but not without a few questions. Whatever George said sent Ron off in a hissy fit and I'm not sure why. He thinks you did something to his journal, but he's not exactly positive about it. If he doesn't get some answers, life for the Gryffindors is going to be miserable for AWHILE. My first day back has already been ruined enough.

So would you two prats please owl back as soon as possible and tell me what EXACTLY you did that should have helped Ron's love life (or lack thereof)?

Dean snogged Hannah over the summer. We broke up. Got anything to make him pay?

Darling little sister of yours,

Ginevra

Hermione pulled the covers over her head and sighed as her first day back finished. It was sixth year, and yet everything felt like they were back to square one. Eventually, Lavender's soft snored lulled her to sleep.

"Would you please stop STARING at me?" Ron pleaded as Luna's eyes bored into the back of his head.

"I was only staring because I was wondering if you'd ever write for the Quibbler, but I suppose you wouldn't..." Luna explained with a dreamy sigh.

"Why not?" Ron asked, offended even though he knew it was true.

"My father isn't really a fan of Slytherins," she responded and Ron quickly stared down at his robes. They were shining a brilliant shade of Gryffindor red. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly focused his attention on nearby Hermione.

"Am I painstakingly obvious?" Ron asked her and she pursed her lips in thought.

"I suppose when it comes to some things, but what exactly are you asking me about?" Hermione questioned him.

"If I'm obvious about my feelings..." Ron mumbled and tried to avoid the blush creeping into his cheeks.

"I guess... not all the time. Like I don't know how you feel about... certain...things," Hermione said carefully and bit her lip. Ron sighed.

"Dean's been snogging Hannah behind Ginny's back. Do you think that I'd ever be able to hurt someone like that? That maybe I'm the one who should go out with the giant squid?" Ron asked her, rubbing the back of his neck.

"No, I don't think you'd have the heart to do that to someone Ron. Besides, we all knew Dean wasn't right for Ginny," Hermione reminded him and shifted a bit uncomfortably beside him.

"I hope Harry's head boy next year. He deserves it. I mean, he saved people," Ron told her in a daze.

"We've all helped save lives Ron, you included. Harry is a good person, I don't disagree with you there, but just because he's hunted by Voldemort doesn't mean that he should be head boy," Hermione argued with him. For once he didn't flinch at the name.

"Do you think I could be a lovable hero?" Ron asked her, and took her hand in his. Hermione blushed slightly, her eyes fixed on their intertwined hands.

"You already are a lovable hero Ron," she whispered and met his eyes.

"NOT YET!!!" Ron yelled as Harry pulled him out of bed.

"If you don't get up and get moving, we're going to miss breakfast. I'm NOT dealing with a hungry Ron all day," he responded with a smirk and put on his glasses. Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Fine."

September 2

It's already started to be a miserable day. It's a downpour outside and it hasn't slowed down yet. Shame really. The Great Hall's ceiling is stuck as this ugly swirl of grey and clearish water. Interesting, but distracting. Hermione thinks it's brilliant, but of course she does. I mean, the very first day of Hogwarts she told everyone about the stupid ceiling.

I was such a prat to her.

Ginny and Harry are discussing new quidditch techniques. I don't feel like getting in on the conversation. Whoever is captain this year will probably kick me off the team! I'm shit as a keeper, aren't I?

I did help us win the last game of the year though. Hermione KISSED me on the cheek!

Not that I'm still thinking about that or anything.

Hermione is nagging me about eating my lunch. She said she fears I'll take over her position as class bookworm if I don't cut it out soon.

Don't make me laugh. Me, a bookworm?

Just because I write down random boring thoughts from my head doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to start doing my homework. Though it is giving me a bit of a cramp in my hand. How does Hermione do it?

I asked her. She said it's rather easy to get used to and that with my quidditch skills that I should have nice strong hands.

Hermione's been thinking about my hands! Okay, so that's rubbish, but still. I can fantasize. Owls have arrived.

Errol is back AGAIN. That poor bird is going to be worn out to death.

Speaking of Errol, what in the world did Fred and George do to this thing? And why am I still writing in it? Well, there is the possibility that I over reacted and they haven't done anything at all that could possibly

"Ron, I'd stop writing if I were you," Ginny said nervously and folded up the letter she was reading.

"Why? Afraid he'll become smart?" Harry asked sarcastically and grinned into his juice.

"No, but can I speak to you IN PRIVATE?" Ginny asked Ron eagerly and grabbed his collar. He nodded and followed her out to the corridor where she shoved the letter into his hands.

"Read, you're good at it now," she demanded, not without cracking a joke. Ron rolled his eyes and scanned the page.

Gin-gin,

stop threatening us. We will attack.

Ron bugged out, did he? I knew he would as soon as I said that thing about him getting a girlfriend. Fred is still saying "I told you so", but our new messaging system isn't working so I get to retaliate.

Anyway, what did we do you ask? Well we bewitched his bloody journal of course. Ron's smart enough to figure that one out, but obviously not intelligent enough to TAKE THE HINT and go for his girl.

How exactly did we bewitch his journal? Well it was brilliant if I do say so myself, though mostly Fred's idea. Anything he writes about, he dreams about. Though we can't control outside factors, so there may have been a few random things mixed in as well.

George came up with the real kicker. Whatever Ron dreams about, HERMIONE does too!

I know, great isn't it? I figured it would bring the two of them closer together. Which, obviously Ron wants by the way her drools over her every time she walks into a room.

About Dean, letter to follow. We're working on something special just for him. Don't your worry.

Always,

Gred and Forge the amazing older brothers

Ron paled at stared at Ginny with worry.

"They...she...this whole time...BLOODY HELL!" he shouted and tightly gripped chunks of his hair.

"Ron, calm down.. She hasn't said anything, so maybe..."

"WHAT AM I GOING TO DO???"

"You should just talk to her and see what she thinks about..."

"No wonder she's been acting funny! She must think I'm a nut the things I've been dreaming!"

"Ron, it can't be all that bad.."

"THE SUN DRESS! Oh god, the sun dress!"

"What are you talking about?"

"What if she... we.. I mean all the times I said..."

"Ron, calm down!!"

"I'M DOOMED!"