A/n: Almost.... there..... This is a cute, cheesy little chapter that I hope at least makes you smile. And before anyone asks, I just don't have Myrtle in this because.... I don't Come on, its a fanfic! Anyways, bring on chapter 5....

Chapter 5

Hermione's cheeks were flushed as she neared the bathroom. She saw Fred, George and Lee running way ahead of her, glancing back, and she wondered what mischief they were up to lately. As usual, although this time much more hurried, she glanced both ways and then slipped into the bathroom,closing the door behind her.

She laughed out loud and literally jumped toward her stall, but she stopped suddenly at the sight of the door closed, and feet visible under the door.

"Hello?" she said unsurely. Who would use Myrtle's bathroom? Even if you were desperate, you held it until you could go someone else.

Ron gulped, his forehead beading with sweat. It was Hermione. No doubt she'd come to add something to her wall, and here he was in her stall. He sat very still and waited for her to leave or move, or something.

Hermione stared at the feet. They weren't moving, but there was obviously someone there. "Hello?" she tried again. "Whose in here?"

Ron bit his lip. Now what? He made his voice unnaturally high, and tried to come off as a girl. "Oh, just me!"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. The voice sounded extremely strange. "Er.... name?"

Ron swallowed. Name?! "....Rrr....Rhona!"

Rhona? Hermione didn't know who she was. She shrugged and headed to the stall next to Rhona's. She wait until Rhona left and then she'd go in to her stall and write a verse about what Ginny had told her. Her stomach was still swirling!

Ron saw her feet approach, and for a panicked second thought she was going to open the door somehow, because she somehow just knew it was him. But her feet turned and she went into the stall beside Ron. He watched her shadow on the floor, and saw that she'd shut the door.

Hermione twiddled her thumbs, anxiously waiting for her stall to be vacated. 'Oh, Ron! If only you were right here, I'd tell you everything.....'

Ron still sat like a statue. What now? He saw her tapping her foot, and could tell she was getting impatient. But if she was that anxious, how could he make it from the stall to the doorway before she opened her current stall and saw his retreating form? 'Great job, Ron. You know first hand how stubborn she is. She can wait much longer than you can, especially since she has a reason to stay.' Besides, whose to say that if she got impatient enough, she would do something drastic like look over the top of the stall?

Ron coughed lightly and said in his odd high-pitched voice again, "Er, I have a little problem....."

Hermione's eyebrows knit for a second. "What about....?"

"Well," Ron coughed, the voice starting to irritate his throat. "I'm ..... embarrassed about my skin......" he waited a second, begging she would buy his story. "I - I need to go see Madame Pomfrey, right away, but I came here first, because........"

Immediately, Hermione understood how Rhona felt. She remembered when she'd taken the Polyjuice Potion and had become part cat, instead of Millicent Bulstrode as she'd intended. She had not wanted anyone to see her either, it'd been the most awful feeling in the world. "Of course...."

Ron let out a breath. He didn't have to finish the because.

"You came in here, because you didn't want anyone to see you?" Hermione put in.

Ron hesitated for a minute, before deciding to go with it. "Er, yes. So could you.....?"

Hermione half-smiled and half-sighed. "Stay in the stall until you're gone?" she almost wondered why Rhona was embarrassed about her face, but didn't want to ask, not wanting to make the girl feel anymore uncomfortable.

"...yes." Ron thanked his lucky stars.

"That's fine, Rhona. I know how it feels."

"Oh, thank you so much, Hermione! You don't know how much this means to me!" Ron said in a rush, still using his high-pitched voice. He coughed again, and said, "You're staying in your stall, right?"

"Right." Hermione confirmed.

"Ok...." Ron stood, his heart pounding. If she suspected... if she peeked..... he didn't have any idea what he'd do. He undid the lock on the stall, waited a second, then flung it open and dashed for the door. He didn't stop running until he was on the fifth floor.

Hermione half-smiled again, and shook her head. She stood and opened her stall and then stopped. Her smile faded. Had Rhona called her Hermione? Hermione didn't recall giving Rhona her name.....

She dismissed it and sat down, her pen ready. This time she wrote in a heart-warming orange. 'Like Ron's hair.' she thought, and smiled widely.

"I've waited so long to hear those words
Even though they come from someone else
I love you always, she says you love me
Now can we only just stand our own company?"

A/n: Well? Well? Whaddya say? Let me know what you think about this incresingly fluffy little story. Review, and (all together now) please no swearing. And now, onto the grand finale.... (well, finale, at least...)