Thank you so much for reviewing, everyone! You make me feel like I'm a good writer! Stuff will be slowing down, soon, cuz of school and stuff. Anyways, on with the story!

Ron --

That evening went so slowly. Finally Mom sent us to bed. I decided to pull Bill away.

"Uhh, Bill?"

"Yeah, Ron?" he turned and looked at me. Man, he's tall.

"C-can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

"Privately?" I asked.

"Oh, sure."

We went up to the room he's staying in.

"So, what is it?" he asked me as he sat down on his bed.

"Uhh .. well," I stammered. "TheresthisgirlIreallylikeand --"

"Can you say it slower?"

"Okay," I start blushing. My ears are going pink, I feel it. "Well, there's this girl I really like ..."

"Hermione?" said Bill with a smile.

"Uhh .. no-oo ..." I say. I blush deeper.

"It's okay, Ron,"

"How do I get her to notice me?" I ask him desperatly.

"Doesn't she already?" he grinned.

"Of course not, why whould she notice me, I'm just Ron ..." I trail off.

"Well, you could --"

Just then the door bursts open. Fred and George. Bloody hell, as if this isn't embarassing enough without them. God.

"Hey, Bill, we need your help with something --" said Fred as he came in.

"Oh, hi Ron," said George when he saw me, clearly surprised.

"What do you need help with?" asked Bill.

"Those Bad Breath Bones that are suppost to make your breath smell bad but all we can do is make the teeth blue. We're keeping the formula for the blue-teeth one but we have to start from scratch for the Bad Breath Bones and we need some pointers."

"Oh," said Bill. "I'll help you on that later. Right now Ron's sweet on Hermione and he doesn't know what to do. Oops. Sorry, Ron."

I can feel the red creeping up my face. God dammit. Why does Bill have such a big mouth?

"That's not new news," said George.

"We all knew that," said Fred.

"What?!?" I couldn't believe that. It couldn't be that obvious!

"Yup, it's that obvious," said Fred. Yeah, thanks for telling me.

"How do I get her to like me back?" I ask

"Doesn't she?"

"No,"

My brother are exchanging "The Look" meaning they know something I don't.

Suddenly, Fred starts laughing. "Hey, remember when you fell for that girl with the pink hair, Bill? What was her name, Samantha?"

"Oh, yeah! You fell head over heels for her!" laughed George.

"Oh, yeah?" scowled Bill. "Well, what about when Alicia dumped you for that Don Johnson?"

"That was not funny!!" protested George as Fred fell over laughing.

"He was such a greasy slimeball!!" giggled Fred.

"What about when --"

I just left then, because obviously my brothers are brainless gits. I went upstairs to the room Harry and I share.

"Where were you, mate?" asked Harry as I came in.

"Uhh .. I had to ask Bill about something," I said, very truthfully indeed.

"Oh," said Harry.

"'Bout what?" he asked a minute later.

"Oh. Err .. Hogwarts stuff, nothing exciting," I said, less truthfully.

"Hogwarts stuff?" he looked questioningly at me.

"Yeah."

"Okay," Harry said slowly. "Hey, I was thinking, do you know where Parvati Patil lives?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly.

"No, it's just .. Parvati Patil! You like her?"

"Well, kinda," he mutters. "At the train station at the end of last year she kinda pulled me aside and .." He drifted off.

"What? What'd she say?"

"Oh, forget it. But you know, she is really hot,"

"I guess," I say, meaning no.

"Maybe not for you," said Harry. "No one saw or heard us, as far as I know."

"And you're over Cho?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Oh, no, I don't like her."

"Who do you like, Ron? You never talk about girls, really. Oh," he stopped. "are you a .."

"No! Actually, I like Hermione," I admit. I'm turning red.

"Hermione! You know, I think she may kinda like you," Harry says. "But really, Hermione Granger!"

"Well, I think so," I admit. "I've never felt this way before. And I'm sure she doesn't like me."

"Oh,"

"Anyway," I said, desperate to lead the coversation away from this. "Have you heard about the Chuddley Canons match with Puddlemere United?"

"No, What happend?"

"You know that Puddlemere has the worst breaters in Europe? Well, they just .."

Everything felt better now. Almost back to normal, I thought as I told Harry about the amazing save McGrosh made.

But Hermione doesn't really like me, does she? I never noticed before .... no, of course she doesn't. Not me. Why would she like me?

They are so innocent, ain't they? Please review! I'll try to update within the next week. Oh, and Don Johnson is a guy in my grade seven class. The idiot.