Chapter 2-The Question Harry and Ron were working on their potions homework that their Potions Master, Professor Snape, assigned them because, apparently, they weren't doing what they were told. "I hate doing this!" Harry suddenly stopped and threw down his papers. "We didn't even do anything!" "Tell that to Snape, Harry." Ron answered. Harry looked at Ron to see that Ron was just staring into space not caring that they had to do this report. "Ron, are you ok?" Harry asked. "You've been kinda spaced out lately..." "Oh, um, yea." Ron said. Harry didn't believe him but he didn't want to pressure his friend to tell him what was really wrong with him lately. Suddenly Hermione came in through the Common Room. Ron sat up so quickly that his report fell off his lap. "Hi, Hermione." Ron said. You could tell that he was happy because he had a big smile on his face and he had this little sparkle in his eye. "Hi, Ron." Hermione said while giggling. She thought it was funny that Ron would be so enthusiastic about her coming into a room. Then she stopped in her tracks. It hit her! 'Ron likes me!' Hermione thought to herself. She was thinking so much about her liking him that she never stopped to think if he liked her! She looked back, behind her shoulder, and she smiled. Hermione left the room and Ron sat back down on the couch. Harry could tell something was up. "Just tell me what's up!" Harry exclaimed. "I can tell that there's something because I've never seen you do that before! Not to anyone!" "What?" Ron said picking up his report off the floor. "What you just did!" Harry's voice started to get louder. "You just stood up when Hermione came into the room! That's not natural! Especially for you! Just tell me what's wrong! I'm your best friend!" Ron sighed. Harry knew that something was up. Ron knew not because of what Harry just said but by the tone in Harry's voice. Harry had never been so perplexed. "Fine," Ron said, sighing. "If you want to know what's been up with me it's that…" Ron paused. He looked toward the stairs that Hermione had gone up the stairs that led to the Girls' Dormitories. "I like Hermione." Ron said in a quiet voice. "What!" Harry was so shocked that he almost fell out of his chair. "I like Hermione Granger. One of my best friends…" Ron said. Ron went back into his own little world, staring into the fireplace, into the bright red flames. Harry's mouth was hanging open. He never thought that Ron would like Hermione. Never in a million years. He always thought that someone else would like Hermione. He never thought that Hermione, Ron, or Harry would like one another. Harry closed his mouth realizing that it was rude to gawk. Harry knew that Ron was just going to do nothing about this whole situation so Harry gave him the only advice he thought would be acceptable. "Ask her." Harry said simply. "What?" Ron asked looking up. "Ask her if she likes you! Nothing's ever going to happen if you don't!" Harry explained. "I couldn't!" Ron said, stuttering. "That would be too weird!" "You'll never know if she likes you…" Harry said. When Harry said that Ron realized that Harry was right. He would never find out if Hermione liked him if he didn't at least ask. Ron sighed. "Fine." Ron said. "I'll ask her." Ron smiled inside himself. He had a feeling that this was a good idea. A few moments later Hermione came down from the Girls' Dormitories. Ron looked over to Hermione and wondered if this was the right time to ask her. "This is your chance, Ron!" Harry whispered in Ron's ear. Ron got up and walked over to Hermione. He put his hands in his pockets and he put his head down. Suddenly, faster then Ron wanted, Ron was in front of Hermione. "Um, Hermione?" Ron asked nervously. "Yes, Ron?" Hermione asked questionably. "Can I talk to you? Privately." Ron added. "Oh, sure." Hermione said. Hermione and Ron walked to a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room where no one was. Ron didn't want people knowing that he liked Hermione when she didn't like him back, if she didn't like him back. "What is it, Ron?" Hermione asked. "Um, Hermione…" Ron stuttered. He knew he had to get the courage up to tell her that he liked her. He looked up into her beautiful hazel eyes and sighed. "If you've noticed that I've been acting really strange lately is because I've had this really strange feeling. See, I've been having these feelings for this girl and I was wondering if you could ask her out for me…" Hermione was disappointed. She sighed. "Oh, sure…" Hermione looked into Ron's eyes to see that they were all sparkly and beautiful. She never really noticed them before. "Who's the girl?" Hermione asked. Ron had been building up for this moment. The butterflies in his stomach wouldn't stop flying. His heart wouldn't stop beating. Ron bent down and whispered into Hermione's ear, "You." Hermione's breath was taken away. Ron bent up into his natural posture and looked into Hermione's eyes. Hermione looked right back into his. "She already has an answer." Hermione said. "Oh? And what might the answer be?" Ron asked playfully. Hermione stood on her toes and whispered into his ear, "Yes." When they looked into each other's eyes again both of them had a strange feeling. They leaned in slowly and kissed, a nice passionate kiss. (A/N-If you counted it would've been 5 M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-Is. & also, the first chapter the words got all crunchedup and messed up. If that happens to this chapter I'm really sorry. It's not my fault.)