Hey everyone! This is the first fic I wrote on my own except of the "Yule Be In My Heart" which I supplied the plot for. Round of applause for KTV team member, partner in crime, and fab tab writer. She is making my fic BETA. (She is my BETA) HaHeHo that was punny. I really hope you like my story- please give it a chance and review or there won't be any future updates. Sorry about the repeating chapters I am having a really hard time with this!

I don't own Harry Potter even though I really wish I did. J.K. is my hero!

Unsure

Dear Diary,

Before I forget, (as if I'd ever be able to) there are only sixteen hours, forty-three minutes and approximately thirty-seven seconds until I finally, can return to Hogwarts back to my real home, with my real friends, and only REAL love. I know I've been dancing around the inevitable confession for the past five years but now that I'm in my sixth year (well, almost) I have a new beginning, a fresh start and a new chance to come clean. At least, I will if that bloody prat doesn't decide to bring up Victor Krum again or "Vicky" as he Oh!-so-affectionately called him. I really loathe him when he says that. Honestly, he didn't have any problem with "Vicky" before we were romantically linked. He really can be such a git sometimes! Still, though, just writing about him… it sends a tingling shiver up the bridge of my spine and not to mention a feeling I can only describe as warm and fuzzy. Oh that thick, red, shaggy hair, it's always so fresh, so wonderful. Ha! Not that he even cares about his hair at all. He wouldn't know the difference between shampoo and troll bogies. But that's what makes him so… there aren't even words! Sometimes I have to hold my hands behind my back in fear of randomly running my fingers through that mop of hair I love so much. But Alas! All these thoughts have distracted me from the real matter at hand. You see, I told myself I would read all my books over 48 times before the end of the summer but I only managed to peruse them 47! BAD HERMIONE! Well it shouldn't be too hard to catch up, I suppose; surely I'll be able to catch up the train, that is if I'm not too preoccupied staring at that sexy freckled face boy whom I adore so greatly. Thank Merlin! I have only 16 hours 19 minutes and 12 seconds to go! I'll write more in the morning! YAY! I just can't wait to see him!

Still counting! (16h 18m 03s.)

Hermione

Hermione shut the book she had been writing in and crawled into her bed not forgetting to kiss the picture of her best friend/crush she hid inside Hogwarts, A History before she let her eyelids fall allowing herself to drift into a heavy sleep dreaming of only that one man, as she so often had.

Surprisingly, Hermione slept for a very long while and by the time she awoke, only 3 hours 16 minutes and 56 seconds remained before she would board the Hogwarts express. HOW EXCITING! she relished in the thought.Besides studying over the course of the summer, Hermione had also been working with the large brunette animal sprawled out on her head. She had researched a simple spell to calm hair from a frizzy state to either bouncy curls or sexy straightness. This was her real hair of course, but only an easy and quick way to style it. When Hermione saw Ron this year she was going to be prepared! "Relaxingly Straight!" Hermione said firmly and in an instant her curl unraveled, leaving flawlessly neat hair tickling the broader part of her shoulders! After throwing the last of her parchments and quills in her trunk, she set off downstairs to find her parents waiting for her at the bottom. Things couldn't be any better!

Dear Diary,

I only have 32 minutes and 11 seconds to go and I am pumped. Circa that time, the alarm I've set on my wrist watch will go off. I am apprehensive that I am going to panic when I attempt to confront him about what I have been feeling for the last… FOREVER! Not today. No way. I'm not ready for that kind of pressure. Not when I have all the excitement and my new hair do. My Merlin! What if he doesn't like my hair? I knew I should have kept it curly! Why am I so worried about what he thinks of me? I never care about what people think of me. Of course Ron Wesley isn't normal people. He's like a god of the wizarding world (at least to me.) I have to get it together before I see him. Hold on…Got to get that smudge of mascara off. I hope I don't look needy or anything. OH MERLIN, we're here!

Got to go! See you soon!

Love,

Hermione

The butterflies in her stomach began to flap furiously and uncontrollably as her foot graced the pavement just outside her parents' car door. "Now remember, Brush good, and… and… floss three a day, five times to be safe. Teeth hold up your face, help you talk, and mostly, they let you show off your beautiful smile." Hermione's mother and father were both dentists. She'd practically memorized this speech from the days when they would travel to Girl Scout troops and speak of the importance of teeth. She embraced them both into a warm hug letting go only to approach Platform 9 and ¾. The cross from the Muggle World to that of Wizards reminded Hermione vaguely of the airplane she had been on when she traveled to France. From all sides, Hermione felt pressure closing in on her and at the same time a feeling of weightlessness. She felt her body and the and all the supplies she was pushing glide through the wall into the place she'd dreamed of all summer, her real home.

The witches and wizards by the train were bidding final adieus and giving their last hugs to their mums and dads. Hermione gave her all of her school things to a man in the back of the train and strolled off to find a seat where she would find her two best friends waiting for her. Searching every compartment, Hermione grew more and more uneasy. Her palms began to sweat and she fixed her hair compulsively so that it lightly rested on her shoulders.

She became to get irritated ere she heard that unquestionable voice a few compartments away. It was that voice, the one that haunted her dreams each night. "Harry, Ron!" her smile grew larger at the latter name. Her stop watch beeped three times before Hermione quickly turned it off, blushing slightly as Ron was quite famous for. Speaking of Ron, he looked more attractive than ever! His hair, that red hair, flowed just below his ears and flipped out at all ends. Those cute scrawny arms had transfigured into buff veined muscles. He also had gotten some color over the summer and showed off his brand new undulation six pack with a stylish shirt that was surly a hand-me-down but looked breathtaking on his new muscular body. Maybe Hermione imagined this. Maybe, just maybe, her imagination had run so far away that she wasn't even aware of it anymore. No, Ron was there, real as the scar on Harry's head. There weren't words for how, how sexy Ron Wesley looked at that moment. "Who are you?" Hermione asked, baffled to the slender blonde girl next to Ron. After all, this girl was in her spot next to Ron with her hand on his knee!

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Beta: Katie Margaret aka Katie V.