No reviews :( I'm starting to get sad here. Oh well, if there is anyone reading this...here is Chapter 6.

Quidditch Practice?

Harry wanted to kill himself after what he said outside to Hermione. What he actually did was give her a quick hug, get up, walk calmly away, and tear away looking for Ron as soon as he was out of her line of vision. If he would have looked back he would have seen a single tear finding a path down Hermione's cheek, and that one tear probably would have been all he needed to go back and finally tell her the truth. But he didn't see it.

"Ron! RON!" Harry ran through the house shouting. He was starting to get a little panicked…what if he didn't find Ron before Ron found Hermione?

"Honestly, Harry, you're going to give someone a heart attack one of these days," said Ron casually as he stepped into the kitchen. "So, what was all the yelling about anyways?"

"Ron - you didn't, uh…you haven't seen Hermione around, have you?" Harry tried to get out, gasping to catch his breath all the while. It's alright, there's no way he could have gotten to her already, he thought, but then the other little voice in his head said, but what if he did?

"Actually, yeah," Ron replied, looking a little uncertain, "She was outside crying…so I take it I gave you the wrong advice, eh? You should've known better than to listen to me!"

"Crying?" Harry asked, and felt a sudden sadness come over him. He would do anything to keep pain away from Hermione - and that's what he just thought he had done. "But, wait a minute…I didn't tell her anything!" ejaculated Harry out loud as he was thinking. "She can't be crying over something I did."

"Harry, mate, sometimes I wonder why they think you're the smarter wizard of the two of us," Ron told him sarcastically. "She obviously still likes you and thought you were going to tell her that you felt the same. When you didn't, she was probably mortified…not to mention upset."

How could I have been so stupid? Harry asked himself as he recalled the look in Hermione's eyes and the way she latched his hand in hers. Then he had a sudden thought- "Right, just a minute Ron, how did you get to know so much about what goes on in a girl's head?"

"I…I - er, I don't…that is, uh, I had been doing a lot of talking with Hermione, and she…told me some things, and that's how I know…about, er, girls," Ron shot back as quickly and as unconvincingly as possible. Harry either didn't realize how silly Ron sounded, or didn't care at the moment because he was so preoccupied with what he should have done rather than run away.

"Boys!" said Mrs. Weasley brightly as she walked into the room, "What on earth are you doing in the kitchen of all places?"

Harry turned bright red as he wondered how close to the kitchen Mrs. Weasley had been that whole time and just how much she had heard of his and Ron's conversation. By the color Ron's face was turning, Harry knew that Ron was having the same thought. "Actually, we were just getting ready to go out for -"

"Uh, quidditch practice!" Ron butted in. Harry looked at him for the quick save with gratitude.

"Right then," said Harry, "I'll just go get my Firebolt and-"

"I'll meet you outside!" Ron shouted as he ran off, presumably to find his broomstick.

Now I wonder what all that was about, thought Molly Weasley, and later, when she looked out the kitchen window, why, they aren't even out there! She didn't know where the two boys had run off to, but she knew that something very odd was going between them.