"Ah, he's awake," Ron opened his eyes staring at Madam Pomfrey, "Welcome back Mr. Weasley.

Ron sat up in the bed and looked around the room. His hair was a complete mess and his arm was wrapped in several bandages. He rubbed his eyes and yawned with his mouth wide open like a lion. Harry and Hermione were at the side of the bed standing and smiling. Harry immediately started rambling about the Quidditch match and how Ron caught the Golden Snitch. Ron pretended to listen as he stared suspiciously at Hermione.

"My arm hurts," Ron whined as he held his arm against his chest.

"Well then you really shouldn't move it Ron," Hermione stated in a harsh manner.

"You went soaring into the sky. You and Krum were practically killing each other..." Harry went on.

"Well it's not my fault it's practically broken," Ron said nastily.

"If you stopped chasing that stupid ball then you wouldn't be here," Hermione snarled.

Harry Potter stopped talking.

"What was I supposed to do? We needed to win the..."

"The match doesn't even count Ronald! You almost killed yourself trying to win something that meant nothing!"

"Well it might not mean a thing to you Hermione, but it means a lot to me!"

Harry stared at both of them and rolled his eyes.

"How can it possibly mean anything? It's a stupid sport that people like you kill themselves for!"

"Well it's also a sport that people like me do to prove themselves to people like you!" shouted Ron drawing closer to Hermione's face.

"All it proves to me is that you are a completely selfish stupid prat, Ron!"

Hermione and Ron's yells filled the room with tension. She shoved Ron against the pillow and stormed out of the Hospital Wing crying. Harry stared at Ron with a 'nice going' look. Ron's face filled with frustration and anger that he couldn't control.

"Who does she think she is?" Ron said as he looked at Harry, "Thinking she can just come in here and yell at me for something I didn't even mean to do."

"Ron..."

"She thinks she can control everything like she's queen of Hogwarts or the boss of me."

"Ron..."

"You're saying it wrong; it's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make that 'gar' nice and long," Ron mimicked Hermione, "or just because it's taken you three years to notice, Ron, doesn't mean no one else has spotted I'm a girl!"

Harry was suddenly astonished that Ron had remembered all those things Hermione had said to him, yet he couldn't even remember a simple spell he learned that day.

"Then she has to go and fall madly in love with that stupid git and make me go the Yule Ball all alone."

"But Ron you didn't go al..."

"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort! Like there will ever be another ball! Does she honestly think that I will just sit here and wait for another fancy event and ask her?"

"Ron shut up already!" Harry yelled in anger.

Ron stared at his best mate.

"Did you notice that she was just angry at you because you put yourself in a dangerous situation?" Harry asked with his tone rising, "Will you at least think about her feelings for just one moment?!"

Harry left Ron alone in the Hospital Wing. He left with his fists clutched and steam practically coming out of his ears over his own frustration with Ron. Ron felt as if he had just been slapped in the face and he stared blankly at the wall without movement. Ron Weasley never knew Hermione Granger cared about him the way he cared about her. He didn't know how blind he was compared to everyone else; Everyone seemed to know how they felt about each other except him. Even Hermione knew.

Hermione ran to the Library seeking an interesting book so she could forget about Ron; forget about everything that has happened between them for the past six years. It was impossible though. Ron will always be in her head and she could try to block him out, but it would only work for a moment before he came to take over her mind and body. She wiped her cold tears off her cheeks and buried herself in a corner with a random book in hand. She opened it and stared at the blurred sentences as she cried more.

Who was she kidding trying to ignore Ron and her feelings for him? No matter how hard she tried, Hermione found herself beside Ron either physically or mentally. She was Head Girl of Gryffindor and he was Head Boy, Prefect duties together, classes together, and everything else together; it was all confusing her. Was this the way it was supposed to be, Ron with her just about every moment of the day? She smiled to the book grasped in her hands as she remembered how butterflies swarmed inside her when she had accidentally held Ron's hand; she never fully wanted to let go. Hermione and Ron had made mistakable memories in her heart and they were the smallest and most unnoticeable of all things that happened to them.

Everything was different now, but everything was also the same. Ron and Hermione still fought like they were already a married couple and they teased each other when ever they got the chance to. Hermione knew she liked Ron Weasley from their first year on the train. She remembered how adorable he was when he said 'I'm Ron Weasley.' Hermione giggled to herself; Ron had always filled her life with humor. She would be more bossy and stingy if it hadn't been for Ron's presence. Now that they were in their seventh year at Hogwarts, those hormones had defiantly set in. She began thinking of Ron in different ways that made her cheeks blush bright pink and made her insides tingle when he was around.

Hermione bent her knees and pulled her legs close to her body with the book on her thighs. She stared at the book as if she were lost in it, but truly lost in her world filled with Ron.

"Oy, look George its Hermione Granger. She's been madly in love with Ronniekins for quite a long time now," Fred said looking at her mockingly.

"Oh I remember her Fred," George said facing his twin, "She's a mental one."

Hermione glared and she felt her lips curve.

"Blushing is she?" the both of them whispered and leaned closer to Hermione.

"Shut up," Hermione said laughing slightly, "What are you two doing here?"

"We came to visit of course! That's why we quit school in the first place," Fred said smiling.

"And we're here to visit Ronnie of course. All my pity to him," George said as he looked down.

"You know better than that George," Hermione said.

"You sounded a bit like mum there," George said disgusted.

"Well you both need a motherly tone once in a while."

They shrugged.

"How's the shop going?"

"Oh brilliant!" Fred said excitedly.

"Loads of people come, especially if it's Christmas time."

"I'm sure a lot of people would. I mean that's what they like isn't it? Scaring people out of their minds during the holidays," Hermione snapped.

"That's what we do; it's a professional job."

"Fred, we better get going. We can't leave the shop for that long."

Fred nodded.

"Well it was a pleasure seeing you again Hermione!" said George as he walked out of the Library doors.

"Bye you two!" Hermione said as they left.

Fred and George peeked back into the Library.

"Oy, and Hermione..." Fred said.

"Good luck with Ronnie!" both of them said finishing their conversation with Hermione.

She smiled at them while they left. Hermione wondered what it would be like to be a Weasley and she hoped that she would get that feeling one day. She wanted a big family like them and she wanted her children to have the same brilliant personalities they had. She wished that someday she would become Hermione Weasley.

Harry Potter met Ginny Weasley with a few others in the Gryffindor common room. He grinned when she looked at him smiling.

"How's Ron doing?" she asked.

"He's back alright," Harry answered as everyone else left the room not wanting to be a part of Ginny and his snogging session.

"What is that supposed to mean?" She sat beside Harry on the couch.

"They bit at each other right when he woke up. I swear they are like... err...I don't even know what they are!" Harry said as he laid back.

"Well what did you expect Harry?"

"I don't know. They always bicker and have rows as a daily routine. It gets rather annoying."

"Ron doesn't get sense knocked into him that easily," Ginny said as she laid her head against Harry's chest.

"He's so...so stupid sometimes. I mean he's my best mate, but he is so blind sometimes," Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny's small body.

"Hermione and you both expect way too much from Ron."

"And you don't?"

"No. I've known Ron all my life and he's my brother. I'm bound to know much more about him than the two of you combined."

"I'd like to see you try."

"I can't. I'd end up murdering him."

Harry smiled and kissed Ginny's lips gently.

"Don't be too hard on him Harry," she said quietly as she hugged Harry's body tight.

A few days passed and Ron walked the hall alone. His arm in sudden pain as it was held by the bandages tightly. He couldn't focus on where he was going and he could barely stand without the wall against his side. He walked to the nearest door praying that a professor was in the room to help him rid his pain. Ron twisted the door knob and entered the room, but nothing was in there except a tall object he had seen before somewhere. Leaving was the smartest idea to go for, but Ron couldn't help his curiosity.

He stepped closer to the object and suddenly realized what it was; It was the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore was supposed to get rid of it, but it stood there in front of him. Ron was afraid of looking directly at the mirror since he heard Dumbledore told Harry that it showed us our deepest desires. Last time Ron looked at the mirror, he had seen himself has Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, only one had come true. The Mirror of Erised wasn't supposed to show the future, but it showed Ron's.

Ron swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he stepped in front of the mirror. His hands were sweaty and his face was full of excitement and helplessness. He slowly opened his eyes and they widened as he stared at the mirror. He wasn't in Quidditch captain robes nor was he in Head Boy robes; he was just Ron.

Hermione stood behind him with her arms wrapped around his naked chest. Her curly hair ran down her bare shoulders and she was smiling at him. Ron could practically feel the warmth of her body against his and he could almost feel the kisses she planted on his arm and back. He smiled to himself when she nibbled on his ear and then kissed it gently afraid that she had hurt him. Her body was as beautiful as he thought it would be; it resembled the body he dreamed of in his sleep. He realized that this was only a fantasy and the mirror was there to tease his mind and body. Ron cursed at the tall frame as he turned around to leave; he watched the impression Hermione frown as he opened the door and left to find Harry.

A/N: Kelly, moviechicka, AmyChris, Dianne, and Chrismukkah-hunnie, Thanks for all the reviews. This chapter is one of my favorites; I really enjoyed writing it so I hope everyone enjoys reading it! And again, thanks for all the reviews!