A/N: Well today I learned you cant please everyone with your stories. I guess the up side is I only had one negative review. Other than that everyone's reviews made me feel really happy considering I stayed home sick today / . Oh, and I found the downside of typing the story and not planning it out, this is chapter 5, they're going to the beach, right? Well I don't really want anything to happen, but it seems like that's the direction my story is going….argh, ANYWAYS…on with the story.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, shocking isn't it?

For some reason or another, a perfectly sunny day turned into a gloomy rainy day. Hermione, Ginny, and Ron had met Harry at the beach and everyone just talked. In a sense it kind of made Hermione sad, everything was changing between the 3 of them, well more so the 4 of them. Harry fancied Ginny, Ginny fancied him as well. She didn't hide it either. Ron, well, he changed, A LOT. Not just his appearance, he acted much different too.

Then it all dawned on Hermione, everyone around her was changing and she wasn't. She was just simply trying to fit into a mold. A mold of a beautiful girl with too much confidence to measure, it wasn't her. Sure, she was pretty, but she wasn't what a person would call beautiful. She had her insecurities, guys being one of them. It was then when she decided to stop with "the plan".

All four of them got home as soon as they could. They were dripping wet from head to toe as the entered the Weasley's home. They hadn't even been inside for a minute when Mrs.Weasley came rushing down the steps.

"Do you know how scared I was?" She exclaimed to them, almost on the brink of yelling, "You were outside in that storm! What if you had gotten lost?" Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances, they had seen Mrs.Weasley at her worst and it wasn't pretty. "Why are you just standing there? Go up and change! I don't want all of you falling ill!" she added throwing her hands up in the air as all four of them bounded up the stairs.

Ginny insisted that Hermione changed first. So Hermione changed into one of her favorite pairs of jeans. They were loose fitting and comfortable. She didn't care if they made her look good or not, actually, she could care less. On top she put on a worn in sweatshirt. Her hair had returned to its frizzy state, so she just put it up in a ponytail.

Hermione vacated the bathroom and Ginny went in after her. Hermione was on the brink of exhaustion. All she wanted to do was lay under the comforts of the bed sheets and curl up with a very large book. Then she realized, she hadn't read one single page since she arrived at the burrow! No wonder she was so exhausted. Reading was one thing she truly enjoyed.

She opened up her suitcase, which had been collecting dust in the corner because Hermione had been wearing all of Ginny's clothes. She pulled out one of her favorites: Hogwarts, A History. She opened the book to the very center, and flipped through the pages, smelling the old and dusty sent that she knew and loved.

It wasn't long until Ginny came out of the bathroom and flopped down on the bed next to Hermione's. She paused a moment before saying, "Are you ok?"

Hermione glanced up in surprise. She hadn't been expecting that question. "Um…yeah, I'm fine, what makes you ask that?"

"Well today, at the beach," she stopped but then continued, "when we were all talking you kept on glancing at everyone, you looked like you were going to cry."

"Oh." Hermione responded, closing her book and setting it on the ground. "I was just thinking. Which reminds me, I wanted to tell you that I'm not messing with Ron's mind anymore. It's not fair to me or him."

Ginny sighed, "Whatever," she said in a monotone voice, "It was getting kind of old anyways. Do you want to go get something to eat?"

"Sure" Hermione said as she got out of her bed and trudged behind Ginny into the kitchen. Of course, Ron and Harry were there too.

"What happened to you Hermione?" Ron asked, his eyes wide.

Hermione realized he must have been talking about her dressed-down look. Oh well to bad for him, the made-up Hermione isn't coming back she thought. In response to Ron's question she just shrugged her shoulders as she poured herself a cup of tea and sat down. (A/N: I know, I know, drinking tea sounds so old-ladyish, but I couldn't think of anything else /…plus tea is yummy :)) "Is it a bad thing that I'm not all made up?" she asked him. Ginny and Harry were now carrying on their own conversation.

"No," Ron said, a slightly worried look on his face, "I was just getting used to your new look, that's all"

Hermione frowned. Was he going to stop liking her now because she wasn't the best-looking person? If that was the case she wanted him to go to hell (a/n NO! lol). She shook her head as she stood up, "Well I wouldn't get too used to it if I was you, Ron, I don't think I'm going to look like that again anytime soon."

She went into Ginny's room and sat on her bed. For the oddest reason she felt like crying. She had fell for Ron, the new Ron, the Ron who apparently only cared about what a girl looked like. Now she didn't only feel like crying, she was crying. She buried her sobs into her pillow but soon forced herself to stop as she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, her voice sounded soft and weak because that's how she felt. She couldn't change herself for anybody and it made her feel helpless.

"It's Ron." She cringed at his name, his voice. "Can I come in?" No, no, no, no, NO YOU CANNOT! She screamed inside her head, but the words that came out of her mouth said the exact opposite.

"If you must." She responded. This time you could hear annoyance in her voice. She wiped away the trails that the tears had left on her face, hoping he wouldn't know that she was crying. He opened the door cautiously and sat on the edge of the bed, "Are you ok?" he asked.

She replied with a groan, "Why is everyone asking me that today?"

"Well," he started, " 'Mione, you aren't acting like yourself today, you seem so sad." His brow was bunched up with concern, obviously he wasn't kidding but she still laughed a little. I might as well just tell him and get it over with. She thought and then she started to speak, "You know how I've been acting, well, different?" she asked as he nodded his head, "Well it was just this really, really, stupid idea Ginny had and I just decided to go along with it." At this point he looked rather confused but she went on. "I borrowed Ginny's clothes and acted like someone I wasn't to get your attention." She took a deep breath; this was going to be the hardest part. "And I just acted like that because I really wanted you to like me." He looked a little surprised at what she had just said, "But now I realize that you seem to only care about what a girl looks like."

He shook his head and laughed, "Hermione, come here." He said motioning with his hands. She did as he said and sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Needless to say she was a bit shocked when he put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, or anything close to a hug for that matter because they were sitting on a bed. "I could care less about what you look like." He attempted to look down into her eyes, but she was looking away, her face was slowly turning red, "You are the most interesting, funny, and intelligent person I know," she just sat there dumbfounded; she definitely wasn't expecting this to happen; "and that's why I love you." Right as he said this, she looked up with him. Never in the many years that she had known him had she ever seen him so serious, and then she started to cry. "Did I say something?" he said looking worried.

She didn't answer all she knew is it was now or never. She had to jump off the cliff, take a leap, and take a chance. Knowing this, she kissed him. Now, it wasn't a big 'make out' kiss that you see so many people doing these days. It was small, but it carried so much emotion that you couldn't describe it. It was perfect.

Everything we do in life has a moral; coincidentally there is a moral to this story. Don't change yourself. Your true friends will love you for who you are no matter what you look like. Changing yourself for someone shows you don't know who you really are and a person can't find that out for you. Like Dr. Seuss once said: Be who you are and say what you feel, because those that mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.

A/N: Well…my story is over:( I must say, I wasn't expecting it to end so quickly, but I think it ended rather well don't you? I would continue with it, but to me I think it would ruin the whole story. Tell me what you think. I am working on a Draco/Hermione story but I still have to post it, I also have a Fred/Hermione fic. In the making…. so please review I would appreciate it soooo much :) Oh and! Sorry I just felt that I HAD to say this…Saraneth90…I have read the HP books and I absolutely ADORE them! Lol JKR is a wonderful writer…I don't mind the movies though ;) lol

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