Wish He/She Felt The Same:

As soon as Ron hit the bottom step, Mrs. Weasley had him in a death-grip hug, her head only coming to his chin. "Oh, Ron, I'm so glad you're home. I've missed you so much." Then she leaned back and gave Ron a good slap on the arm.

"Ow, mum," Ron wined.

"Serves you right, not owling us or taking the time to visit your poor mother and father while we sat here and worried if you were all right."

"Mum, you know I was on the go every minute," replied Ron, rubbing his arm even though it really didn't hurt.

"Leave him be, Molly. He's home now." Mr. Weasley walked up and gave his son a small hug. "How ya been son? Looking good."

"Great, dad. Thanks."

Then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came and greeted Harry. "Oh, dear it's so good to see you. How is training?" asked Mrs. Weasley, while giving him an equally embracing hug as she had given Ron.

"Great, Mrs. Weasley."

Mr. Weasley gave him a pat on the back. "It's good to see ya again, Harry. So catch any Death Eaters yet," he said jokingly.

"I wish. Soon, I hope."

Just then, Hermione came out of the kitchen. "Dinners ready. Where are the twins?" she asked. "I thought you said they were coming home with you."

"They'll be here in a minute, dear. They had to finish something. We can go ahead and sit down." Mrs. Weasley pushed them into the kitchen; continuing to ask Ron about his Quidditch training, and Harry about Auror training. Hermione sat in amusement since she had been interrogated about her new job by Mrs. Weasley earlier that day.

As soon as everyone had started to fill their plates, there were two loud CRACKS from the living room. Everyone looked up to see Fred and George walk in; hair still shaggy and wearing matching Dragon Hide jackets.

"Well, well, everyone's here. Look, George, it's our long lost Ronnikins back from the world of professional Quidditch," said Fred. Both boys walked up to Ron and ruffled his hair and George punched him in the arm.

"Hey guys, how's business?" asked Ron, a little annoyed.

"Oh, ya know, fantastic. We got about 30 or 40 new orders in today," answered George. He then brought his attention to Harry. "Hi ya, Harry. How's training?"

"Great. Glad to hear your business is gong so well," replied Harry.

"Thanks," said Fred and George together. Then their eyes fell on Hermione.

"Well, it seems our Hermione has grown even more beautiful, George," Fred said. Both he and George walked up on either side of her.

"Seems she has," Said George as each took a hand and kissed it.

Hermione giggled, "Thanks guys. It's good to see you, too.

Ron, of course, had noticed all of this and looked extremely upset. As always, he was letting jealousy get the best of him. "Get off her you gits and sit down," he snapped.

"Oh, is our brother jealous, George?"

"I think he is, Fred. We must be 'kissing up the wrong tree'." Both burst out laughing.

Ron's ears went red and so did Hermione's face, neither knowing what to say. Harry, along with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, thought this was all very funny, but were trying not to laugh. However, Mrs. Weasley brought the moment to an end. "Boys, stop pestering your brothers and sit down," she said calmly. She then continued to talk, directing the conversation elsewhere.

After dinner, everyone was tired and they all decided to get some sleep. The next couple of days passed quickly. Nothing very special happened except for Ron and Harry

de-gnoming the garden while Hermione helped with the meals. Each evening was spent with Ron and Harry playing wizard's chess and Hermione reading a book. However, Friday night became a little more eventful.

As Harry had just fallen asleep, after being nagged by Ron on how he was going to purpose to Ginny (which of course, Harry wouldn't tell), Ron decided to get a drink of water.

As he walked past Ginny's room, he saw that the door was half open. He tried to fight the urge, but he just couldn't. He silently pushed the door open slowly. Hermione was lying with her face towards him, sound asleep. He crept closer and kneeled down next to the bed.

She looked so beautiful. Her hair was pulled in a loose ponytail and she had a small smile on her face. "Man I have missed this girl," he thought. "I wish I could tell her how I feel, and I wish she felt the same."

He knew he shouldn't, in case he waked her, but she was so beautiful; he reached out his hand and traced it along her soft cheek. Her eyes shot open and she gasped.

"Ronald Weasley. What are you doing in here? You scared me to death," she panted from the scare he gave her.

"Uh, um, just checking on you to, uh, make sure you were okay," he lied.

Hermione sat up and crossed her arms. "Well, Ron. I am perfectly fine, thanks."

"Of course you are. Sorry. I'll just be going back to bed now," he said as he made his way to the door.

"Wait, Ron. Come here. Is something wrong?" Hermione asked and patted a spot on the bed. She climbed out from under the covers and sat crossed legged. Ron sat down, noticing what she was wearing. She had on a red tank top that showed her curves and short, red and white, bottoms. His mouth dropped open a little at the beautiful sight.

Hermione also was now realizing that all Ron had on was his boxers and that he definitely worked a lot. "Damn, he looks good," she thought, "Okay, Hermione, eyes back to his face; not his extremely hot chest."

Both brought their eyes back to each other's and Ron finally answered her question. "Uh, no." Then there was silence. Finally Ron asked, "So, what were you dreaming about anyway?" he asked with a smirk."

This question took Hermione by surprise. "What?"

"Well, when I came to see if you were all right, you had a smile on your face. You must have been dreaming about something."

"Uh, I was dreaming... about the day we got our NEWTS back and they were all perfect. Yeah, that's it."

"Oh, okay. Well I better get back to bed. See ya in the morning." Ron got up and quickly left the room.

"Night," Hermione said, a little shocked at his abrupt exit. She looked at the place where he had been sitting and wished he was still there. "I wish I could tell him how I felt, and I wish he felt the same way. Why was he in here? Could he possibly share her feelings? No, he's just being the protective friend as always," she thought.

She laid back down and fell to sleep. Her mind filled with dreams of a certain red-head, just like they had been before she woke up.

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As Ron went back to his room, he cursed himself for being so daring. "She is going to find out how I feel and be weirded out that her best friend is in love with her. I have to control myself," he thought as he climbed back into bed.

"She is my best friend, but... I love her." Those were his last thought as he fell to sleep, dreaming of a busy-haired girl.

A/N: hey. Thanks for all the reviews. They make me feel super happy. Anyway, hope this chapter was okay. It gives a little confrontation without anything major happening. Next is going to be Ginny's POV on graduation day and then switch to the proposal. Hopefully, we can then get to both of them helping Ron and Hermione confront each other with their feelings. I am excited about the proposal. Hope you are too. Enjoy Love ya all.