Hey everyone! I know it's been forever! School is sucking all my time, including sleep time, away from me so I chose to work on getting one story done Hold My Breath An Count To Ten, rather than several at one time. So I suppose I won't be getting a cookie from Crazaylady, haha. (I just made my own batch!)

There's several times where characters leave quickly or storm out in this story and it makes me mad, but hey, Ron and Hermione do tend to storm out on each other often. So that's my excuse. I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I'll update soon with the next one, that I'm sure you'll really enjoy! (It'll be fluffy!) Here it goes!

Ron walked up the stairs to his room, awaking Harry when he hit his foot on the walk on accident. "Ow! Ow! Damn, wall!"

"Ron, you honestly need to get to bed earlier. The lack of sleep has made you think you can walk through walls," joked Harry sleepily.

"Ha ha, funny Mate. If you stayed up past 8:30 maybe I could turn on a light so I could see more than an inch in front of me!"

"So who were you talking to?"

"Hermione."

"Oh," Harry smirked. "Hermione."

"Yeah, that's right. I was talking to Hermione, like I do every day."

"But do you always talk to her late at night when you're both alone?"

"Go back to sleep, Harry." Harry turned over, laughing, and closed his eyes.

Ron slipped into his bed. As he was pulling up the covers he began to think. Particularly he began to think about Hermione, but when did ever stop?

After a moments silence he spoke. "Harry, are you awake?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yep. Ok, you did. Goodnight."

"Git! Seriously!"

"Alright, what?"

"What," suddenly he became slightly nervous. "What if I told you I fancied Hermione?" Then, to cover up the ridiculous idea he added, "Hypothetically, of course."

"I'd say, 'really now, Captain Obvious?'"

"You mean you knew?"

"I thought it was hypothetically?" joked Harry, catching Ron. "Really, come on Ron! You made such a prat out of yourself over Viktor that I think everyone knows."

Ron's eyes grew wide. The blood rushed to his cheeks, his heart nearly stopped! "Do you," he gulped, "Do you think she knows?

"Have you told her?" asked Harry.

"No," replied Ron.

"Then probably not." Sensing his words didn't comfort his friend even slightly, he continued. "Don't worry. Hermione doesn't know. Besides, even if she suspected you did, she would convince herself it was her imagination, just like you've been doing."

"But—"

"Go to bed, Ron."

Ron went back to staring at the ceiling. Did everyone really know before he did? Oh that was embarrassing! One more question still scratched at his mind. "Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think she'd say yes? If I asked her somewhere, that is."

"Does everyone in your family have red hair?"

"Yes, but what does that—?"

"Then there's your answer. G'night!"

Ron smiled to himself. Could Hermione actually return his feelings for her? Could she somehow fancy him as well? Ron turned on his side, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

The next chapter will be much better! Sorry to leave you with a short chapter! Thanks for reading! Misty