She stared in the mirror angrily, wondering why she had to be so ugly. No matter what she did with her hair, it wouldn't set just right. This was the third time she'd tried to do something with it this morning. Behind her, Hermione sat on the bed, spewing something out about how Ron was so cute, or whatever. She felt that she would spew too. Only it wouldn't be words, unless the Spaghettios she'd eaten last night hadn't been digested yet...

"And then he kissed me, right on the lips! It was like my entire world was spinning, and...I just love him so much! Do you think I should tell him I love him? Or would that scare him away? You're his sister, you should know something about how he'd react. But how should I do it? I should do it at the Winter Ball, since it's only in about a month... Is that a good idea? Oh, Ginny, we have to go dress shopping, and shoe shopping, and jewlery shopping, and to the salon, and so many other places! I can hardly wait! Do you think Ron will ask me to the dance?"

"That's great 'Mione... you should definently tell him. Now, do you think I look better with my hair down, or up?" Hermione, teared her eyes away from the family portrait Ginny had hung up in the room, and looked at her.

"Down. But... why do you care so much how you look? You're just going to Hogsmeade. You've never cared much about how you looked before." She was suprised Hermione had even listened to her talk about Hogsmeade. These days Hermione was lost in her own little world. This world revolved around Ron. It was sickening to listen to Hermione talk about Ron all the time, but as she was her friend, she would listen 'eargerly' to what Hermione had to say about her brother. Also, there was the ever present bribe of black mail.

"I don't know... I just kind of want to look nice for a change."

"Oh. Is Michael going?"

"No. It's for that project in charms."

"What project in charms?" That was definently not the Hermione she knew. Hermione.. forgetting about a project? Never. Not even for Ron. But when she looked to Hermione's face, she could tell she wasn't joking. Hermione had forgotten about a project. It was a miracle.

"The one that's due on Monday. You did do it, didn't you?"

"Not yet, I'll do it on Sunday."

"Why not today?"

"Because I'm going out with Ron today! Um.. who am I working with?" She gaped at Hermione.

"Pansy Parkinson." Hermione's nose crinkled in dissapointment.

"Oh. Who are you working with?"

"... Seamus Finnegan." She turned as red as her hair at just the sound of his name, and Hermione's lips formed a silent 'O.' Hermione looked around the room, and ran to lock the door, she turned around, and was smiling. Almost psychotically smiling.

"I knew you liked him!'

"I don't like him.. we're just friends."

"BS! Dump this Michael character, and go out with Seamus."

"I like Michael."

"Liar. You like Seamus and you know it... and from what I hear, he likes you too."

"WHAT?" she couldn't restrain herself from bursting out like that. She attempted patience, and said

"What do you mean he likes me too! I don't like him, but.. but you heard he likes me?" Her heart started to pound, the way it had that day she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. She had tried to avoid any real physical contact with him since that day. But this went deeper... and she knew she liked him by now.

"I heard it from Lavender."

"Omigosh.. Hermione...when'd you hear that?" She was speechless, and this was the happiest she'd been in weeks. Actually, since Seamus had told her that 'it was a date.'

"Yesterday. I'd forgotten about it until now. So do you want to break up with Michael, now? I mean, the longer you continue dating him, the more you're going to hurt him in the end."

"Omigosh... I don't know."

"You want me to do it for you?"

"Yes! Thank you!" Hermione knew her so well. She ran up to give her a hug, and laughed happily. She was now going on an official date with Seamus. Even if he didn't know it yet.