A/N: Ok, I want to start off by saying that I will not change this fic because of book five.  That does not mean that I will not use certain things brought up in book five like the Mimbulus Mimbletonia.

            Hermione suddenly jerked awake, a quill in her hand and an old tattered book laying on her stomach.  The only words that were written on the page were: "I think I'm in love."

            Hermione read this line over a few times before she opened the draperies around her bed.  She could hear Parvati and Lavender busily scuttling around getting ready for the day.   They would try from time to time to get her to do the same. It never worked; Hermione believed in combing her hair being clean and presentable but beyond that it was a mute point to her.

            Hermione reached for her wand, which was under her pillow, and whispered a vanishing charm.  She then closed the book, which was her journal, and slipped it under her pillow.  The words she had written before drifting off to sleep rang in her ears: "I think I'm in love."

            Hermione's mind began to argue with itself, as she got ready for the day:

            "But I can't be, I just can't. Me? In love?

            "Yes, you, you've known it since the wedding."

            "Emotions were high at the wedding, I was just swept away with it all."

            "Ye, but you can't get swept away unless the emotions were already there."

            "I can't be!"

            "But you are!"

            "I can't and I'm not!" decided Hermione as she grabbed her wand and left the dormitory.

            "As Hermione stood in the common room waiting for Harry and Ron she saw couples greeting each other.  "I wish I had that," suddenly thought Hermione.

            Once she realized what she was thinking Hermione quickly denied it.

            "Morning 'Mione," called Harry as he walked down the stairs.

            "Morning Harry, Ron!" beamed Hermione, she was glad to see them and grateful for the distraction from her thoughts.

            Just as Ron was about to say something Fred and George came bounding down the stairs knocking down Ron.  The raucous of Ron's falling and the twins jovial greeting everyone turned from what they were doing to watch.

            "Oh, did we hurt poor ickle Ronniekins?" teased Fred.

            When Hermione hers this line she cringed, she knew from a similar incident last year when at the Wesley house that Ron despised the nickname and tended to get a bit hot headed about it.

            Then Ron suddenly answered, "'Sall right."  Hermione couldn't believe it!  The twins couldn't either.  As she, Harry and Ron left the common room for the Great Hall, Hermione faintly heard Fred and George remark:

            "Was that our brother, Fred?"

            "I don't know, I think we hit him harder than we thought."

            "I couldn't agree with you two more," thought Hermione as she half smiled.

            When the three sat at the house table Harry got quickly caught in a conversation with Neville about his new Mimbulus Mimbletonia.

            Hermione began to spread the jam on her toast as Ron just sat there and idly stirred his eggs.  Hermione began to grow concerned it was very unlike him not to eat.

            "Ron, you ok?"

            "I'm fine," lied Ron, Hermione knew he was because he always did a shifty thing with his eyes when he lied.  It wasn't an obvious thing to most people but when you spend about four years in close contact with him you notice it.  So Hermione continued to prod pointing out that he hadn't eaten.

            "Not hungry 'sall," answered Ron, this time truthfully as he pushed his plate away. When Ron said this alarms went off in Hermione's head.  "There is most defiantly something wrong!"  So she asked one last time, "So there's nothing bothering you?"

            "What is this the Spanish Inquisition?" I told you I'm fine!" snapped Ron.

            "I'm sorry it was just…" Hermione started before Ron interrupted saying, "You know forget it!" and storming off.

            "What was that about?" asked Neville startled by Ron's reaction.

            "I don't know," answered Hermione, "Harry has anything been bothering Ron?"

            "Not that I know of," shrugged Harry.

            Hermione bit her bottom lip in thought as she watched Ron walk out the Great Hall doors.  Hermione then took a thoughtful bite of toast.

            "I will find out what's bothering you Ronald Wesley!"

A/N: Tahdah! I finally finished this chapter!  Don't know when the next one will be out but I'll try to get to work on it.