Chapter Three

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Hermione's POV

"What Ginny? What is it?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I should tell you...."

"Ginny, do you want me to hex you?"

"All right, all right...I know how you feel about Ron and-"

"What do you mean, you know how I feel about Ron?" I asked. My heart was in my throat; how much did Ginny know, I wondered. I made a mental note to kill Harry the next time I saw him.

"Oh, Hermione, admit it. You like him-"

"I do not-"

"Yes, you do. Do you want me to tell you what I heard or not?"

"Fine. Tell me," I said.

"Ron loves you."

I sat there, shocked. Ron loved me? It was impossible. He couldn't love me; he was my best friend! But you love him, I thought, and he's your best friend.

"...he wants to help you now, Hermione. He'd do anything for you," Ginny was saying.

I felt a tear run down my cheek and I wiped it away. I wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it. I had to hear it from him. The problem would be telling him that I loved him too.

Normal POV

Ron sat there feeling very stupid, only half listening to Harry's advice on what to say to Hermione.

"...and don't worry mate, there's no way she'll say no, she likes you too, you know-"Harry stopped suddenly.

Ron sat up straight in his chair. Had he heard what he thought he'd heard?

"Harry, what did you say?"

"Um...Ron, I'm really not the person to tell you..."

"Harry, tell me now or I will never let you see Ginny again."

Harry gulped. Ron had made the ultimate threat. He had to tell, whether he'd been sworn to secrecy or not.

"It's just...Hermione loves you and she always has but she doesn't have the courage to tell you, so..."

Ron's brain was reeling; Hermione loved him? It was impossible...or was it? He'd seen her looking at him with a strange look in her eyes...and hadn't she said that she'd wanted to stay over the summer?

"Well...um...I guess I'll just go to bed then," Harry said as he retreated up the staircase to the dormitory.

Ron sat there for a long time, gazing into the fire. Finally he made his mind up; he had to hear it from Hermione. With that thought in his mind, he went up the stairs to the

dormitory, grabbed a quill and parchment out of his bag, and set off towards the owlery.