A/N: Thanks for all encouraging words I really appreciate it! Well It's finally chapter 6 and all questions dealing with chapter 3 will be answered. (At least I hope they will!) As an added note I'm including the last three lines of Chapter 3 for dramatic purposes.
"I'd better go," suggested Hermione, getting up and leaving without eating anything.
"What was that about?" asked Harry who had just finished talking to Neville.
"Nothing," answered Ron skulking-ly. He realized that he just ruined a friendship that can never be the same again.
Ron woke up with a jolt. It had all been a dream! "Whew! That was close!" thought Ron as he began to roll over and go back to sleep. Just as he was about to drift off and catch a few more hours' sleep a nasty thought hit Ron. "What if that does happen?"
"But it won't!" argued another part of Ron's brain, "She likes you."
"I don't know that for sure! I don't want to risk our friendship."
And with that, Ron went to sleep decided on not asking Hermione out.
In the morning Ron's resolve to not ask Hermione out still stood firm until he went down into the Common Room. There he saw those two brown eyes that danced with when the light hit them and the perfect smile that caused her face to just glow and the long luxurious brown hair that fit her so nicely. It was a true test of Ron's will power.
"She is so beautiful, maybe I will . . ."began to think Ron being taken away with Hermione's beauty that in his mind surpassed all others, until Fred and George came bounding down the stairs.
"Morning all!" they cried as they knocked Ron over since he was in the way.
"Ow! Watch it!"
"Oh, did we hurt poor ickle Ronniekins?" teased Fred as he and George lifted him up and started to brush him off.
Just as Ron was about to tell them off, he remembered the dream, realizing that they had just saved him from ask Hermione. " 'Sall right," answered Ron as he brushed himself off a bit.
"You all right?" asked George a little shocked that Ron didn't blow on them like he normally does when they use their pet nick name on him.
"Fine," answered Ron as he walked a way with Harry and Hermione.
"That was close," thought Ron, "I almost asked Hermione out and that is something I can't do!"
When the three were down in the Great Hall Harry began the conversation, "What do we have first?"
"Charms," answered Hermione, "Followed by Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Ron sat there and played with his food. He wasn't that hungry he was too preoccupied with not allowing himself to fall for Hermione (which was a little to late now all he could do was keep himself from asking her out).
"Ron, you ok?" asked Hermione as she finished putting jam on her toast like she did almost every morning.
"I'm fine," lied Ron, he ached he ached for Hermione.
"You sure?" prodded Hermione still concerned, "you haven't eaten anything."
"Not hungry 'sall," mumbled Ron as he pushed a plate away.
"So there's nothing bothering you?" asked Hermione one last time because Ron never didn't eat unless something was truly bothering him.
"What is this the Spanish Inquisition? I told you I'm fine!" snapped Ron getting tired of Hermione's insistent questioning.
"I'm sorry, it was just . . ." started Hermione.
"You know forget it," interrupted Ron as he got up and left the table.
Truthfully Ron normally wouldn't have gotten upset but for him it was an excuse to get away and it put some distance between him and Hermione. As long as he stayed mad at Hermione there was less chance of him asking her out so Ron set out to find ways to be mad at Hermione.