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"And how exactly are we going to explain this to my brother and Harry?!?" Ginny shrieked. "I mean, I would love to go and all, but wouldn't that seem just a tad bit suspicious?" Hermione had just got through telling her that they would go to her house over Christmas Break. She did want to put her plan into effect the next week, but she could wait until after Christmas, which was only three weeks away.

"Simple. We simply tell the boys that we want to have a girlie vacation. Alone. Without them. Maybe mentioning makeovers and home spa treatments will keep them away..." The girls started bursting out into laughter.

"Hermione, we are going to have so much fun together! I mean, we're already like sisters, that when you become an in-law, it'll be all the more natural." She turned away to head back to her dorm—it was almost 9 o'clock—when she was hit in the back with a very feathery pillow. She grabbed a pillow off the nearest bed—Parvati's—and whomped Hermione back. Soon, a full-fledged pillow fight was in progress. The two girls were joined by Lavender and Parvati. Feathers were flying everywhere, and it looked like ducks had 'flown the coop,' so to speak.

Finally, at 11 o'clock, Ginny went to her dorm and the three 6th years fell asleep.

The next morning was a Saturday and Hermione headed down to breakfast late. She poured some coffee (A/N: Read the 5th book over, they (at least Hermione) drink coffee.) and grabbed a piece of buttered toast. Ron came in the Great Hall, his hair very tousled as he had bed head, and sat with the 6th year boys further down the table. Hermione almost choked on her toast when she saw him. Why am I behaving like this? This is not like me—I am not giggly and stuff like Lavender and Parvati. I shouldn't be acting like this. Yes, I have admitted to liking him, but he's still my best frie...

"Hey, future in-law!" Ginny sat down next to Hermione and interrupted her thoughts. (A/N: Why am I making the Gryffindors later and later to breakfast? I really don't know and that is just how it came out. Oh well, let's say that it is, oh, 8:45. Late for breakfast, but not too late. There, it works.)

"Stop that, Ginny," she hissed impatiently. "Why, oh why, do you have to keep doing this to me? It took enough guts to tell you in the first place. I don't want the entire school to know that I have confirmed their suspicions. I mean, what's it to them that I myself know that I fancy Ronald Weasley? This is my business, not theirs. Humph!" She sat back on the bench, crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted.

"Hermione, you were ranting, mate," she said. She then added as a second-thought, "And acting like an effing 5-year-old." Hermione took this chance to turn her head v-e-r-y slowly and glare upon the 5th year. Ginny just laughed. "You're still doing it."

"Just get to eating," she said huffily, yet commandingly.

"Ooh, smart witches are mean!" Ginny replied back.

"What are you? I'm saying 'hypocrite,'" Hermione retorted, jokingly. All of a sudden, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. Craning her neck, all she could get a glimpse of was the light hitting bright red hair. Ron.

"Why is it that my little sister and best friend are arguing like little kids?" he asked rhetorically. Oh no! I wonder how much he heard! How can I ask him without seeming obvious that something was going on before he came?

She tried her luck. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Well, I was sitting over there until I heard a 'Humph.' Then I finished watching the whole episode. 'Mione, you were acting like a 5-year-old." And then he walked off. Oh Merlin, where did ''Mione' come from? That's new. I can't believe he called me 'Mione...Oh bugger. I am turning into Lav and Parv. Humph!

A/N: I hope you are enjoying this so far. I will try to make longer chappies, but I can't promise you anything. My weeks are full for the most part, but right now I am on Fall Break.

Monday—Rifle Team, get home at 5 o'clock to 5.30

Tuesday—Nothing, I get home at the normal time of around 4 o'clock.

Wednesday—Drill Team, get home at the same time as Rifle Team, but I'm also in my uniform all day, and those get sweaty, hot, itchy and everything else.

Thursday—Raiders, same time as before, but this time I have been wearing BDUs all day (Fatigues and boots, for those who don't know), have done some form of Raider activity, and have dance at 5.30 till 7.30. But we don't usually go until 6.30ish.

Friday—Same as Thursday, but no dance. But I do have PT for regular ROTC class.

I'm not trying to complain, but give you warning that my updates might not be regular.