Author's Note: Hey trixie-pixie-luvzhp-106, thanks for the review! I'll will try to keep the story updated as much as possible, but please forgive me if I get writers' block every once in a while! Keep reading and reviewing!

Oh, and I know Hermione seems a little out of character in this chapter, but I've always thought there's more to her than she lets on, so I hope everyone can forgive it!

Disclaimer: Yeah, I know. It's still not mine. All JKR's!

Chapter Three

When Hermione woke up the next morning, she tried desperately not to think about the dream she had just had. She felt that "sex" and "Ron" didn't belong in the same sentence, let alone the same dream. Gross! She thought, my period must be coming soon, that would explain why I'm so mentally preoccupied on sex. Her and Ron hadn't been getting along well lately, and she hoped that another fight wouldn't be the result of her PMS irritability. The last thing she wanted was to act like a hag. She wasn't sure why they kept fighting, but she knew she didn't like it.

Hermione wouldn't ever dare let on that she had possible more-than-friends feelings for Ron. She was quite sure it wasn't mutual, so she kept it from everyone and had gotten very good at keeping it from herself, so as not to get hurt. But lately, it was becoming increasingly more obvious to her, and she realized that she couldn't keep hiding it. She had been writing about these confusing feelings in a beautiful leather-bound journal her father had bought her for her last birthday. She knew she could always talk to Ginny, but lately she felt like some things she could trust more with her journal. Plus, she kind of figured Ginny might not want to hear about Hermione's feelings for her brother.

She got out of bed and reached under the mattress—where she kept her journal. Her hand was surprised to find the usual spot empty. She lifted up the mattress a little more, trying to see if maybe it had gotten pushed back a little. Nothing. It wasn't there.

"Oh my god." Hermione said out loud.

"What is it?" Ginny asked.

"My journal. I usually keep it here, it's gone!" Hermione began to panic. Whoever had it knew all about Ron by now and was probably sitting back and having a good laugh about it. "Who would take it?" Her voice trembled. Ginny comforted her by stroking her hair.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you probably just misplaced it."

"No, I always put it in the same place." Hermione replied. "Someone must've taken it. I knew I should've charmed it so that no one else could read it! What was I thinking?"

When Ron got out of his shower and returned to his room, there was a house elf changing his sheets. "Oh! I'm very sorry, sir! Please let me get out of your way!"

"No, 's okay." Ron said, sitting down on his trunk. "Keep doing what you're doing."

"Sir?" the house elf began, "I have a question, might I ask it?"

"Yeah, what is it?" Ron asked.

"Could you read this to me? Just some of it? I can't read, but the writing is very pretty. I just want to know what it says."

"Oh, yeah, sure." Ron answered, expecting it to be something of great unimportance.

When the house elf finished changing the sheets of his and Harry's beds, he handed a book to Ron. It was red and bound in leather; it looked very expensive. "Any specific page?" he asked.

"This one, please." The elf tapped his finger on the book and it magically turned to a page in the middle.

"Okay," Ron began to read the page to himself, trying to see what he'd be saying to the elf, and secretly making sure there weren't any words he couldn't pronounce.

I'm just really confused. I mean, I've always just thought of him as one of my very good friends and never anything more. But now, every time I talk to him, every time I see him, every time someone else mentions him, I get butterflies in my stomach. After every good conversation we have I feel giddiness and excitement. And every time we fight I feel like I might cry. We were never really two to get along all of the time, but we never argued this much before, and usually about such petty little things! I'm afraid that I might be egging him on to fight so much just because I don't want him to realize that I really do have feelings for him. And these aren't regular shallow teenage crush-on-a-guy-you-hardly-know feelings, these are serious I-think-I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-best-friend feelings. And I don't know what to do with them, so I'm using them for fights. I wish I didn't do that. I wish I could just come right out and say, "Ron Weasley, I'm in love with you."

Ron sat speechless. He knew whom it belonged to; there was no question about it. And at first, he was almost positive this was a practical joke.

"Sir?" the house elf asked.

"Where did you get this?" Ron demanded angrily, his cheeks turning red.

"I found it."

"Where?"

"In the girls' dormitory. It fell out of a bed when I was taking off its sheets. I didn't mean to be nosy, but the writing…"

"Yes, I know, was pretty. How much are they paying you?"

"Paying me, sir? Who?" the house elf looked confused.

"You know who I'm talking about! The ones who gave you this book!" Ron yelled furiously. He had never been a big fan of house elves.

"No one gave it to me, sir. I told you, I found it."

"Okay," Ron said, breathing heavily. He began to calm down, and came to terms with the fact that this wasn't a joke. He handed the book back to the house elf. "I want you to take this and put it right back where you found it, okay?" He shoved it into the elf's hands.

"Yes, sir." He said and left.

Just then Harry came in from the shower. "Ron? You okay? You look a little…agitated."

"Yeah, it's…it's nothing, really. Just a bloody house elf that was getting on my nerves."

A/N: Okay, that's it for chapter 3. Be grateful for it's length…at first it was only going to be the Hermione part, but I decided to write a little more and I think it turned out pretty nicely. So be sure to review and let me know what you think! If anyone has any ideas or ways they think I should change things, please let me know. I value constructive criticism, it really helps me a lot!