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This story is based on pieces and pieces of my life in a story, so all this is real in my life in some way. So please don't say that some of my ideas were dumb!

Chapter 4

"FINALLY!" came Ron's voice throughout the halls

"The summer! No teachers, no classes, no homework-"

"We still have homework! The full 5-foot worksheet Snape gave us. Well, the Gryffindors, at least," said Hermione, holding out the worksheet and letting it roll down to the floor.

"Well that, but still. No school," said Ron, while raising his arms up," Finally, I didn't think I could last one more day here!"

"Your so silly, Ron," said Hermione, while rolling up her parchment that fell.

"Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" said Ron, with watery looking eyes and a sad expression on his face.

"Oh shut up, You know I'll always love you," said Hermione, while placing the sweetest kiss on his lips. Watch out Ron, I thought in my head, she said the same thing to me. Oh my God, I'm so pathetic. Why couldn't I tell her I love her? Oh yeah, she's with my best friend. As we walked up to the common room, There seemed to be a party for all of us occurring, and it blasted into our ears when we opened the door.

"What the hell," said Ron, trying to get through, while putting his pinkies in his ears.

"I can't get through to my dorm," said a helpless Hermione, trying to push people aside.

"Here, just come to ours," I said, while grabbing her arm and following where Ron went.

As Hermione and I finally came to the door, I opened it. It was all empty, with the exception of Ron placing his books on his bed.

"Hermione, what are you doing here?" said Ron, looking strangely at her, like he wanted her to stay here all night.

"If you wouldn't have noticed, I was stuck in a crowd and Harry pulled me out," said Hermione.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hermione," said Ron, while getting closer and wrapping an arm around her. "Do you still love me?"

"Of course I do, Ron," said Hermione, while she placed the sweetest kiss on his lips.

That kiss should have been mine!

As Ron let Hermione go, she looked around

"So this is what you 16 year old boys live like," said Hermione while lifting up a pair of boxers from the dresser.

"Hey, those are mine, and don't worry, they're clean," I said, while grabbing the pale blue boxers from her.

She turned her head again. Surprisingly, it came to a picture frame. But no, not just any picture frame, this one was special to me. It showed a picture of Ron, Hermione and I in the snow, last year. We were fifteen, so happy. It showed us waving with all our hats and coats on, and my arm around Hermione. We were dating back then, which made it one of my favorite pictures. Then it showed me smile at Hermione, and she smile back. Then we pulled into a kiss, while Ron was just laughing.

"Why do you still have that, mate?" said Ron, while taking the picture frame from Hermione's hand.

"Here's a better picture, and it's more recent to," said Ron, while taking the December picture out of the frame.

NO! WHAT THE HELL WAS HE DOING? Oh yeah, he doesn't know that I still love Hermione. He took that picture and threw it onto my bed, while getting a picture from his drawer.

"What picture is that?" I asked, filled with anger that he could just throw a picture like that.

"Oh just look at it," said Ron, while placing it in it's original spot.

It was a picture of Ron, Hermione, and I again, but this one was different. This was more recent. It showed us all waving again, but on a Hogesmade trip. When Ron and Hermione were together. Uh-oh, this can't be good. Ron suddenly pushed Hermione into an aggressive kiss, and Hermione wrapped her arm around him. The kiss I gave her in the other picture was much more gentle, much more caring. I just closed my eyes and turned around quickly.

"Great picture, Ron," I said, fighting back tears

"I know, isn't it?" said Ron, while lying on bed, and then getting up again. "I need to go to the bathroom."

Finally, Hermione and I alone. She just kept staring at the picture that Ron had replaced mine with, looking rather hurt. Then she went towards my bed and grabbed the older one. She looked like she was about to laugh, but resisted. I could tell she liked this one much better. Now was my chance, now or never. Well here it goes.....

I'm so sorry for the cliffhanger! It's just I've got so much homework to do and with exams, and it's all so busy! So I needed to stop, or else I would be writing non-stop. After going to the next chapter, can I ask for 10...11 reviews?