Okay, I probably should have explained this at the begining, but I didn't because I have the worst memory in the world! But here goes - this particular fanfiction of mine is going to be set in three parts (you know, like a trilogy.....) this part that you are reading is the first part and as soon as I am finished I will post another story, which will be the second part. And so on. Did that make any sense at all? No? Well, bare with me! Just look out for another story by me soon! Thanx, doxy x

P.S. Thanks to the people who reviewed, I really appreciate it!

laughablechick, (my first reviewer - woo hoo!) thanks for the advice - I hope the pace of the story has sped up a bit, if not I'm sorry, I'm trying though!

orlifan18, thank you! Hope you enjoy the rest of my chapters!

dreean, thank you also!

Chapter Five: Dreadful Dates and Delicious Daydreams

Out in the back garden, Hermione was drinking often from her wine glass out of sheer boredom.

"At first I thought it was stupid to get your hair done more than once a month, but after I got into the habit I was addicted! Some people say it is a waste of money, but hey - I have a lot of money to waste, you know what I mean?" Steven said, grinning his pearly white grin. His wine glass was held neglected in his hand as he had been talking away all night.

"Um.....yes, of course. Hah...." Hermione forced laughter, and took another swig of her drink.

Not that she need have bothered as Steven would have continued to yabber on nonetheless.

"Do you know, that I once met this guy, who didn't give two hoots about doing his hair in the morning?!"

Hermione sat back on the bench but jumped in shock when she noticed Ron standing beside Steven. But Steven didn't even appear to notice, he kept talking and talking.

"I must be drunk if I'm halucinating now. You're supposed to be in India." Hermione said to the imaginary Ron.

He simply smiled at her and turned to watch Steven. "I can't believe you'd rather go out with him than me!"

Hermione gasped in indignation, "I am not going out with him! Now, would you excuse me please! I am trying to have a conversation here!"

"Fine!" imaginary Ron said, raising his hands, "just stop thinking about me."

Hermione closed her eyes to force the image of Ron out. However, when she opened them, he was still there, but now he was sitting beside her.

"Can't do it can you?" imaginary Ron said, leaning towards her to say it into her ear.

"Okay! I'm thinking about you! So what?" Hermione said, turning around angrily to face him.

Imaginary Ron smiled at her again then looked up at Steven, who was still chattering away, completely oblivious that Hermione was paying no attention to him at all. "I don't get it, what do you see in this guy anyway?"

Hermione turned and looked at Steven also, he was standing, holding on to his full glass of wine, unbeknown that he was spilling it everywhere as he spoke. "Well, he is a very.......nice person."

They listened to what he was saying at that point, "So, I said 'Come on buddy! Get a real haircut!' "

Hermione screwed up her face in disgust and imaginary Ron raised his eyebrows.

Imaginary Ron took hold of Hermione's hands and said, "Come on Hermione! Give us a chance!"

Hermione shook her head, "Ron! It's too hard!"

"Listen Hermione. I've been in love with you since we were twelve! We could get through anything together!"

"Ron! You're my best friend. If we broke up and I lost you-"

"What makes you think we would break up?" Ron interrupted, "we both know that we are perfect for each other. The only question is - do you find me attractive?"

"I don't know," Hermione said, pondering, "I've never really looked at you in that way before."

Ron brushed a stray bit of hair away from Hermione's face, "Well, maybe you should."

He leaned towards her and kissed her softly on the lips, their mouths barely touching. Hermione licked her lips, still tasting him a little, then, he leaned in again, faster this time and pulled her into a deep kiss. His hands moved from Hermione's hands up to her face, stroking her cheeks. She moved her hands to around his neck. As their kiss became more passionate, she moved her hands down his back slowly and then-

He dissapeared.

"Wow." Hermione gasped, touching her lips.

"Exactly!" Hermione came thudding back to reality with the sound of Steven's voice, "it's those sort of people who don't give a damn about appearance that don't get anywhere in the world!"

"Right," Hermione said, not really taking in what Steven had said, "yes. You know what? I completely forgot. I have to go, I need to pick up a friend at the train station. I'm so sorry! If you want to stay and finish your drink, please do." Hermione stood up and handed her empty glass to Steven. "I'm so sorry, I've got to go. Sorry."

"But..." Steven was lost for words as Hermione ran off without another word.

Hello there! You have just finished reading chapter five of my story and I would really, really love it if you took the time to review! Your comments are very much appreciated and valued! It's not long until the final of this part of my trilogy (Infact, it's the next chapter). Thanx! Doxy x