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It was a fortnight after Valentine's Day and Ron's birthday was fast approaching. Not that this was exactly a momentous occasion for Hermione, as she had already given Ron his gift. She was happy to note, however, that he did practice Paul every day. And tune him. And polish him. Truthfully, most of Ron's attention these days were constantly with Paul. His grades were lowering, his Quidditch performance wasn't the best, and he was pretty much all Ron talked about. Which was pretty bad, as most kids at school who didn't know Ron very well just assumed he had turned gay with some kid named Paul. Ron didn't seem to pay attention.

And this was how things were on Ron's birthday, as they walked into breakfast one Friday morning.

"So, when I switched to the cord on the top, it hit this note man, I bet you could've heard the screech all the way Bristol!" Ron said, cracking up at his own story, while his friends laughed half-heartily at the event they had already heard of twelve times.

"So Ron, I'm sure you'll have plenty of packages to open later, from Harry and your family. Ginny and I are even going to make you a butter cream cake! What do say?" Hermione asked, in a vain attempt to get Ron's mind off of Paul. Hermione sometimes wished she hadn't gotten Ron a guitar, and she was sure the others did too.

Ron didn't seem to hear Hermione's plan, and kept gabbing away about Paul. Harry looked over at Hermione, and seeing the desperation in her face, shouted "Hey, Ron! RON!"

"Geeze, mate, what?" Ron said irritably, glaring over at Harry.

"Hermione asked you if you wanted to hang out later and open presents and stuff." Harry said, shrugging.

"Well, I dunno mate...maybe." Ron replied distractedly, and ran ahead to talk with Seamus.

"Sorry, 'Mione, I tried." said Harry, and he to sped ahead to talk with Ginny.

Hermione sighed and watched as Harry snuck up behind Ginny and put his hands over her eyes as she tried to guess who it was, even though she already knew. They were so obviously in love, it made Hermione sick to her stomach, yet she couldn't help but yearn for what they had. Ever since receiving Paul, Ron and Hermione hadn't had any quality time together. No more playful banter or flirting during lunch or cute little pet names. She missed the old Ron.

Which was why, during another breakfast of Paul talk and almost drifting to sleep, Hermione thought of a plan. A plan to rid of Paul forever and get her Ron back.

Hermione carefully planned all through breakfast, and was still planning when upon entering the common room, she ran straight into Ron's back.

"What's going on?" she asked Ginny, who had just backed out of the quickly forming crowd.

"There's a new message on the bulletin board. We're hosting a talent show!" Ginny exclaimed excitedly, before she rushed over to her friends in her own year.

"A talent show..." Hermione thought, "this could work to my advantage." And thinking crafty, sly plots, Hermione retreated to her dorm, to plan some more.

Meanwhile, in Ron's thoughts...

"A talent show? Hmmm, maybe I could use this as an opportunity to publicly display my affections to Hermione..." Ron thought in wonder as he gazed at the announcement. He speedily broke through the crowd and sprinted to his dorm, ready to start his song-writing process, as they didn't have any classes till much later in the afternoon.

Two hours later, it was a different story.

Hermione's Room:

"No, no, no!" Hermione shouted, wrinkling up a sheet of paper and throwing it in her over-flowing waste-paper basket. She was completely without idea, and soon fell back, defeated.

"He'll never love me."

Ron's "Studio":

..."Oh, Hermione, my love, you smell so sweet; sweet like...like...feet? No!" Ron threw Paul down in a very moody manner, expecting it to solve all of his problems, but when it didn't, he carefully picked Paul up again.

Stroking his guitar, Ron began to polish the already-perfect surface, and began speaking to it.

"Sorry, man, I was just angry. I'm so bad at writing, and all I want to do is express my feelings to Hermione. I'm sure she would love it anyways, though she might not if she doesn't like me... Gosh I hope so, she's so sweet..and kind, and caring, and wonderful." Suddenly, Ron jumped up with an idea, and began work on his new song.

A/N: Well, I don't like this chapter at all, so I'm sorry for wasting your time. It'll get better, I promise! So now, you must tell me your thoughts...

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