Sorry about the short chapters but that is how this story is built. I try to make them longer but this is just where they have to end. They just tell me this is where they need to end. I'm sorry guys but I hope you will still read and comment. I love all your comments and thank you for them so much. I hope all of you enjoy this chapter as well as the ones that will follow soon. I promise!-Ace

hpgenius: I know. I want one like Ron too. Heck I want Ron too. Or Rupert. Either one. :D Thank you for reviewing!

Connie: Sorry Connie. And those times do mean a lot to me. A whole lot! But I'm going as fast as I can between life, work, and writing the story. The only time I find to write is between 9pm and midnight or later. I really am trying but unlike you I must get some sleep. :) Sorry they are so short and I hope you can forgive me.

pottyboutweasley: Ouch. I'm hurt. Perhaps I shouldn't update. But I will forgive you this time. And I'm sorry about the whole short chapter thing. (See above note to everyone.) I updated as promised. And some humor will be coming. And I would say some action is on it's way. Nothing big though and that's all I'm going to say for now. But read this chapter, enjoy, and review!

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Chapter 7: Garden of uncertainty

"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience
in which you really stop to look fear in the face.
You must do the thing which you think you cannot do."
Eleanor Roosevelt

Ron had heard everything discussed between Hermione and Harry. "Soon you will see who your secret admirer really is. You will be surprised for sure but whether you will be happy or whether you will be angry is another question. Whether you will reciprocate or turn away the love can only be seen when everything is revealed. Soon Hermione. Way to soon." He thought to himself. He stood next to the line of herbs, watering a bunch of basil. It was almost the end of class, and he was glad. Next up was Charms with Flictwick and this afternoon would be Transfiguration with McGonngall and an hour of Potions with Snape right before dinner.

He sighed. "One down, a million to go." He murmured to himself. At that moment Hermione came up.

"A million what?" she asked as she took up a spray bottle and began to water some parsley.

"More plants to water, classes to go to today, stupid romantic couples to look at. Take your pick." He said exasperated.

Hermione nodded. "I know what you mean. Personally I find the romantic couples the worst. I'm not a big fan of Valentine's day myself." She said moving along the row of parsley.

"Me neither," Ron said moving along his row of basil. "Too much bloody pink and red. Not to mention all the couples holding hands and kissing."

Hermione took her pointer finger and pretended to gag herself. Ron laughed strongly. Hermione smiled. "They are so horrible. If only we could lock them away and get on with our lives. I mean what is the point in having a holiday all about romance and being in love. It just makes all of us single people feel bad. As if we didn't already feel lonely enough before seeing everyone else paired up." She commented. As she finished she head the bell ring to dismiss class. Professor Sprout clapped to get the attention of class.

"Alright, class dismissed. Return everything to it's rightful place and you may go." She instructed then return to her feeding of an extremely large Venus Flytrap. Hermione and Ron returned the spray bottles to the shelves then headed for the pile of book bags to retrieve theirs.

As they excited the greenhouse, they continued to discuss their dislike of this horrible holiday that had probably been invented by a pathetic women as an excuse to get their husbands and boyfriends to shower them with gifts. Finally as they reached the charms classroom, Ron excused himself to run off to the restroom.

Hermione nodded as she stood in the doorway of the classroom. "I'll save you a seat." She said pulling her pack up on her shoulder. While she did this almost everyday for Harry and Ron without there asking, it seemed like the natural thing to say. He nodded then headed off toward the end of the hall where there was a boys bathroom.

Ron smiled to himself as he walked down the hall with a spring in his step. It wasn't so hard talking to Hermione. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad he thought. He would just tell her the truth and see what would happen. Maybe she might even say she felt the same. Who knew.

But as he pushed open the door to the bathroom he thought about the conversation they had just shared. She had said she didn't like the romantic stuff. Perhaps she wasn't liking the whole secret admirer business. Maybe she didn't like the quotes and mystery. But he had seen how much attention she had paid to the first note during breakfast. And then she had asked him who he thought it could be and said she didn't know either, which showed that she was thinking about it who it could be. She was interested, that much seemed to be true but how she would react when her secret admirer exposed himself was another answer.

As his mind began to think again Ron's nerves returned and he began to feel uneasy about what he was going to do later tonight.

"Well whether she'll like what I do and what I have to say or she'll reject me and my feelings, I have to do it. That's just it. I have to do it." Ron said as he dropped his pack in front of a stall and entered, locking the door behind him. It was as simple as that. He had started something he could not stop.