A/N: I was going through all 5,000 of my floppy disks (looking for a story I wrote three years ago for and I came across this story. I have tons of stories from ff.n saved on disk, but I couldn't for the life of me remember who wrote this. I recognized it, but I couldn't remember from where. That was until the Ginny's diary part. Then I laughed and said, "Oh yeah, I wrote this. SILLY ME!" Anyway read and enjoy the story that I wrote about a year ago and forgot about. I know I did.

Secrets Revealed

Chapter 1

The day started for Ronald Weasley when he the sun decided to shine through his window and onto his face, not exactly the friendly greeter. Mumbling, he found his way to the floor and struggled with his clothes to get them on. The worst part of all of this was that it was a Saturday, and not even six yet.

He managed to get dressed and found himself entering his youngest sibling's room. His little sister, well, his only sister, was still snuggled up in her blankets with a heavenly look on her face. He noticed she had some since to cover up her window before she went to sleep, so the sun was had not given her a wake up call.

"Lucky git." He mumbled under his breath, not wanting to disturb possibly the only time he'd see his little sister in such a calm state. He was about to tiptoe out of her room when he noticed a book that her fingertips were gently brushing across. He moved towards it and tucked it under his arm, not wanting her to accidentally roll on to it waking her up.

He quickly and quietly snuck out of Ginny's room and went back into his own. Nobody else in the Burrow seemed to be awake, and he decided to go write a few short letters to his two best friends: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. When he entered his room he set the book in his hands aside, not bothering to look at it, and picked up a parchment from under his bed. Ripping it in half carefully, he sat down and wrote to Harry first.

Dear Harry,

How's your summer been going? Everything here been fine, actually, it's really boring. It's too bad Dumbledore isn't letting you hang out here for the summer. We'd have tons of fun. Are you ready for school? It's only in a few months. It's going to be our last! Well anyway, I hope your summer isn't too terrible. It's only a month until you're of age and they you can legally put hexes on that awful cousin of yours.

Ron

The next letter took him a longer to write; he liked Hermione and knew it, but was too afraid to tell her. He ended up writing:

Dear Hermione,

I love you. I've always loved you. Do you love me? Because that would just be great.

Well he wrote it, and then threw it away. The actual letter he sent looked like:

Dear Hermione,

How's your summer been? Mine's been coming along fine. It's really boring though. So, have they told you that you're going to be Head Girl? Well, they probably won't. Everyone already knows that you will. I just hope that Draco Malfoy won't end up being Head Boy. Good luck to you if something that horrible occurs. Well, I've completely forgotten why I started this letter, so I guess I'll just send it off.

-Love,- (crossed out)

Ron Weasley

Ron folded up the parchments and attached them each to a leg on his useless, but cute, owl Pig. Well, that's his nickname; Ron hated what his younger sister had actually named it. He refused to say his name, even if it was just in his head.

Thinking of his sister, as soon as he let his owl out the window he went back to the book that he had taken out of Ginny's room. It had no title on the cover; it was just covered in light brown velvet material with a symbol of a dragon on it. The dragon caught Ron's attention. It caused him to think of his greatest foe at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy.

"What am I thinking," Ron laughed to himself, not noticing he was talking out loud, "this book has nothing to do with Malfoy."

He opened the cover and found Ginny's name inscripted into the opposite side of the book's cover. Still being curious to know what this book was about he turned the page and found some tidy writing.

August 20, 1997 I'm not the type to keep a diary, but I've been having strange dreams lately. Not the kind that anyone should know about either. I've been keeping them locked inside my brain since the end of fourth year, but I couldn't tell anyone about them. I'd be completely shunned by my friends and possibly disowned by my family. Well, not my mum or maybe Percy. Having Percy on my side isn't exactly a good thing though. I just don't know what to do. I need to get these thoughts out of my head and I couldn't think of anything better to do that then with a diary. I've come to the conclusion that if I keep my thoughts inside they'll burst out and everyone will discover my secret. But, if I write them down then I'll have a way that'll get them out of my head. I guess I can lead into my dreams and thoughts with the reason for the symbol on the cover. (This is me stalling, because I'm afraid this will fall into the wrong hands, like maybe Ron's.)

Seeing his name written down in that way, Ron was inclined to close the diary. Thankfully his curiosity got the better of him and he continued reading.

Anyway, the cover has a dragon on it. I chose that out of many because, well, that's who my newfound thoughts have been about, a dragon. Not just any type of dragon mind you, but the worst kind. They've been about a certain boy, a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

Ron read the last portion of her diary and his stomach suddenly become excessively queasy. He couldn't continue reading this. Who ever had said ignorance is bliss, they were very smart. They probably went through a problem similar to his. Well, Ron had just lost his 'bliss' and he wanted someone to put a memory spell on him so he could forget this whole thing. At the same time he wanted to know exactly what thoughts his supposedly innocent sister was having on his most hated enemy. The little devil man on his left shoulder won that debate and he continued reading.

I don't know what started these thoughts. I wish they would just go away. I don't want them! But I can't help but keep them, because at the same time I actually do want them. I even sometimes enjoy them (okay, deep down inside I enjoy them all). This reminds me of the dream I had last night containing the certain blond Slytherin:

It started out with me sitting in the Great Hall at my school, Hogwarts, and Draco entered. Except he isn't Draco the person, he's actually a dragon (A Swedish Short-Snout to be exact). That is the most beautiful of all Dragons. Anyway, there was nobody else in my dream except the two of us. He was asleep on the Slytherin table and I walked towards him. He saw me coming to him and flew over to me. He looked like he was about to attack me with his blue flames. Before he blew I called out his name desperately, "Draco." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me, landing on the ground about ten feet away from me. I slowly walked towards him with my eyes closed, not knowing if he would attack or not. When I reached him his scaly skin seemed to have disappeared and in its place was the smooth skinned Slytherin whispering my name, "Ginerva." (It's not a name that most people know about. When he said it I was obviously surprised) and that caused me to open my eyes. When I looked at him, he had transformed into his human form. He called my name once more and traced his fingers on my lips. Subconsciously I licked them, and he brought he lips down to mine wrapping his arms securely around my waist.

I've been having dreams similar to that one all summer long. I'm afraid because what if I'm attracted to Draco? It's not like it even matters. Nothing will happen because of it. It takes two for a relationship to begin, and so nobody had anything to worry about in that department. I'm just a silly little girl who's probably just attracted to the bad-boy of Hogwarts. It's probably just a passing phase or something.

Ron closed the book slightly, keeping his finger inside to mark his place. He was both disgusted and relived. He was disgusted that his sister had even thought about thinking of kissing a Malfoy, and relieved because she admitted that there was no point in pursuing Draco. There would be no reason in bringing this whole problem up with Ginny. But just incase she ended up changing her mind Ron decided to read the next entry. The next one took place over a month later:

September 27, 1997

I haven't written anymore because I had nothing else to write about. I didn't have many more dreams about Draco. Well I did, but it was the same one as before. They just had different settings. It always ended up with a kiss though. I'm a fifteen year-old girl and I've never once kissed a boy. Sure, I like to tease the boys in Gryffindor but I'd never actually do anything with them. I don't know how to kiss a boy, and yet I could almost taste Draco in my dreams. I wonder if during the summer he had similar dreams as I had or even thought of me. I've met up with him a few times since school started, and there have been no fights between us. Sure, we've both said rude comments but nothing that hurts too badly. And when I look into his eyes it's like he knows something and wants to tell me. Why doesn't he? That was a stupid question. I can name quite a few reasons why he doesn't, but the whole Gryffindor and Weasley thing sums everything up just fine. There are some times when I wish I wasn't either of the two, then maybe I could have a decent conversation with him. Yesterday in the hallways after dinner, I had accidentally bumped into him when turning a corner. There's no doubt in my mind that I had turned a dark shade of red when I saw whom I had run into, especially when I fell on my butt. I was fully expecting him to yell at me for the great sin I had just committed but instead he reached for my hand and helped me up. After he realized what he had done he then yelled at me. I yelled back at him, but I didn't mean a single word I said. I guess I was just trying to keep up appearances. I don't want the enemy knowing that he's my weakness. It'll ruin everything. When he finally left I couldn't help but think about the feeling in his hand. It was cold, and yet it was so intriguing. I wanted to run to him and place his hand on my lips, like he had done so many times in my dreams, but I restrained myself. (Thank Merlin) I don't know how much longer I can keep these thoughts inside my head before I end up telling him everything. What's horrible about it all is that even thought I know that there is a high possibility that he'll just laugh at me and end up telling everyone that the little Weasley girl fancies him, I still find myself wanting to tell him. I still have some hope left…my feelings might be replicated.

October 14, 1997

I had my dream again last night. I have it almost every night, except it seems to become more and more real every night. It's almost like I'm being summoned. Could it be possible that we share these feelings and some unknown force is trying to pull us together? Well, I don't doubt it. It actually sounds quite romantic. Ha, me talking about something romantic. That sounds like a joke, doesn't it? Well, there are lots of things that I hide from people. Who would actually believe the tomboy wants to be thought of like a girl. The fantasy books that people see that I'm reading actually are full of cute romantic moments. There are thousands of secrets that I keep from everyone. For some reason it feels like Draco would actually understand me if I told him. Unlike Ron, he'd probably pat my head and tell me to go play with my dolls. I've always hated dolls! I've had a few more encounters with him since my last entry. The first one took place the following Sunday. It wasn't anything too big; we just brushed shoulders in the hallway. Well, more like I brushed shoulders with his chest. (He's a bit taller than I am) That caused another blush, plus a very strange tingly feeling took over my body. I refused to let him see the effect he's having on me, so I told him to watch where he's going. The next time was nothing more then catching him watching me in the library. I looked behind me to see who he was looking at but there was nobody. I'm starting the think that he might actually have a slight attraction to me. The last encounter took place just a few hours ago. I was sitting down by the lake and he almost tripped over my legs. I was about to start yelling at him, but he asked if he could sit down before I did. I gave him the okay, and he leaned against the same tree as me, although he was on the opposite side. We sat in silence for a while and then he asked me a question. I wasn't really expecting it when he inquired, "Hey Weasley is your first name Ginerva?" I looked a little baffled, but I nodded in response and asked him how he knew. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back against the tree, looking at into the lake. I kept my eyes on him, watching his every move, silently praying that the ending of my dream would come true. He caught me looking at him and smirked. "Find something interesting?" He asked me, I smirked back, hoping that he couldn't read my mind. I told him that what I found 'interesting' was how someone so worthless as he is could think he's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Okay, sure I lied when I called him worthless, but he doesn't need to know that. He closed his eyes at my comment and brushed the hair out of my eyes, quickly retracting his hand like it was on fire. But the deed was already done and now I know he has to have some sort of feeling for me. Even if it's not that big, it's enough to start something. I just have to find a way to get him to admit his feelings. If only I could do it without anyone else noticing, especially a certain brother of mine. Maybe I could trick him into admitting his feelings. Or maybe I'm just being too hopeful. I could have completely misread him. But then, it never hurts to try, right? That's what I extend to do, whenever I get the nerve.

Ron heard an owl pecking on his window, causing him to jump and shut the book. He was so engulfed in the impossibility of the reality of it all. It took him a moment to regain his composure and collect the letter attached to Pig's leg.

It was from Hermione; of course, nobody else would be awake at this ungodly hour of, "Seven o' three? I've been reading for that long?" Ron mumbled to himself, starting to realize the consequences if Ginny caught him with her diary. But he couldn't return it; there was almost a whole year he hadn't read yet. Let her think she's misplaced her diary. For now Ron was going to read it and see what crazy things his little sister was thinking about. (Praying that she's already over Malfoy while doing so.) He walked back towards the diary when he remembered the note from Hermione.

"Oh yeah, I should read that first." He opened it up and read:

Dearest Ronald,

My summer has been coming along fine. I have had nothing to do since I finished our assigned homework back in June, but everything's okay now that I have received the work for seventh year. I've already read through most of the books, you should really see the material we have to go through in Hagrid's class, it's really interesting. You and Harry will really enjoy it. I'm sorry that your summer hasn't been coming along as you planned it, but the school year's going to start shortly. I hope that I can see you before then.

All of my love until then,

Hermione Jane Granger

"I really should get over myself and tell her my feelings." Ron sighed as he folded up the letter and wrote another one back to her:

Hermione,

I know you probably will think this is a horrible thing, but I kind of got a hold of Ginny's diary. That's bad enough, but I ended up reading it, and I found out some really horrible stuff about her. I don't really know what to do about it. I mean, I wouldn't have that much of a problem if it was about her snogging Dean or something like that, but its worse. MUCH WORSE! I'm afraid that my little sister has much more than just a little crush on no other than Draco Malfoy. I stopped reading it once I received the letter from you, but I can't stop myself from continuing. I'm so shocked right now that I can't even yell at her. Please write me back soon and help me out. You're good at this stuff.

Ron

Sighing, Ron refolded up the parchment and connected it to Pig's leg before tossing him out the window and heading him towards Hermione's house. Part of him was regretting what he had just done, telling Hermione about Ginny's diary, but he really needed help.

Ron sat at his window for as long as he could before he went back over to the diary, it was maybe thirty seconds, and opened it to the next entry.

October 17, 1997

Everybody went to Hogsmede in Gryffindor this weekend, except for me. (Not including the first and second years) I was in the Common Room when and owl flew over towards me and dropped a letter into my lap before flying off. The first thing I noticed on it was the seal; it was the Malfoy seal. I cast away all of my homework and opened it immediately. It didn't say much, just asked me to meet him out by the lake. I didn't have to think about it, I got up and practically ran off towards the lake. I slowed down when I got outside, I didn't want him to know that I wanted to be there. I looked around the lake and saw him sitting by the lake. He saw me and smiled, not smirked, but actually smiled. I was confused by this, but smiled back. I think he saw the uneasiness in my smile, and he got up and walked over towards me. Without another word said he wrapped his arms around my waist and brought his lips to mine.

And then I woke up and realized that it was only Friday, and that the Hogsmede weekend wasn't until the twenty-fifth. Maybe it was a premonition. I girl can hope, can't she? Well, at least it was a new dream for once. Although I have no problem with the dragon dream, a little change here and there in needed in everyone's life. I only saw Draco for a short while today and that was during meals in the Great Hall. I did catch him looking at me a few times and he never looked away, we just locked eyes. Maybe he was trying to tell me something. Or maybe I had something in my teeth. Ah, what if I did? I'll forever be morally embarrassed. But wait; if I did he would have pointed it out, in front of the whole school. So that means that there was another reason for him to look over. I wonder what it could be. Well whatever it is, I hope it has something to do with him secretly fancying me and dreaming of us together. Hey, a girl can hope can't she?

October 25, 2006

Today was the actually Hogsmede weekend and I stupidly decided to stay at school incase the dream actually came true, which it didn't. He was gone for most of the day, so it just left me feeling stupid. When he did return I walked over to him and told him that we needed to talk. He refused to have anything to do with such an ugly mudblood lover. I honestly wonder why I ever thought that I could like such an arrogant, selfish, wanker. I hope he does fancy me, because now I'm over him and I'll never have to worry about anyone finding out. I can't believe I thought I liked him. I guess it was just a passing fad or something that all the girls go through at least once, just to get it over with. Anyway, I'd like to apologize to myself for being such a git.

Ron read that and let out the biggest sigh he had in his entire life. He was overly grateful that his sister was now over such an idiot, but despite his conscience he chose to read the next entry in her diary.

October 31, 1997

Today was Halloween, and it was supposed to be a great day. We even had a break from school, so everyone was rushing around preparing for the feast that would take place later at night. Everything was great, until the party in the Great Hall. Everyone was dressed up as something. I picked a costume that I didn't think anyone else would have worn, and nobody did. I was dressed as Chava from Fiddler on the Roof. I have red hair; she had red hair, so it works out perfectly. Hardly anyone knew who I was, but those that did complemented the resemblance. (Only the muggleborns knew who I was though. I can't believe how many people have not seen that musical. It's the greatest!) Draco was the only one dressed as himself. Although he told people he was dressed as a vampire, it's the same thing. I tried to ignore him as much as possible, but he always seemed to be near me. Was it on purpose? I have no idea, but it was getting on my nerves. When the dance really became interesting, he grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. Thankfully nobody saw me or maybe they just ignored me. (In that case, they are all evil!) When we arrived outside I asked him why we were outside, in the cold, and not inside where it was warm. You know what he replied with? He said, "You said we needed to talk." I was shocked by that response. It's been what, six days since Hogsmede weekend? I told him in the nicest possible way that he was an arse and I was ignorant for ever thinking he could fancy me. Sure, I felt really stupid for saying the last part of it out loud. I had just admitted to him that I had once wanted him to like me. Without another word to him I walked back inside, but most of the people had left the dance. I had missed the best part to talk to…Malfoy! Just a week ago I would have been grateful to miss it if it meant I got to talk to him. What an idiot I was!

November 8, 1997

I saw Malfoy at the lake today and tried to walk away. Unfortunately, he saw me too and came over. I tried to shoo him away, but his royal arrogance refused to take a hint. (The hint was me telling him to get the hell away from me) He informed me that we needed to talk, and he wouldn't let go of my arm until we did. I rolled my eyes but let him bitch about whatever he had stored away in that useless mind of his. The question he so desperately needed to ask me was "Why have you been avoiding me?" I busted out laughing at the thought of him being a bit peeved because I, Ginny Weasley, was ignoring him. Aww, did I hurt his wittle ego? Well, if I did…he deserved it! What about last month when he humiliated me in front of everybody? He didn't seem to care about my feelings then. So why should I give a damn about his? And that's just what I told him. It was amusing seeing his reaction to that, he became really pissy. I swear that boy needs a life. I still think it's funny that he seems to care whether or not I 'avoid' him or not. The Ginny that cared about his thoughts died a couple of weeks ago, or else I would feel bad for saying what I did. But I have no guilt whatsoever. Life's been great since then and I intend to keep it that way. I fought my way out of his grasp and left him too his thoughts. Stupid arrogant Slytherin thinks the whole world revolves around him. Just wait until his daddy's in Azkaban and he's out of school with nowhere to go. He wouldn't dare call me a weasel anymore then. I can hardly wait for those days. I'll make sure to flaunt my wealth in front of him and he'll be sorry for ever thinking he was better than a Weasley.

November 14, 1997

The dreams have come back. I've ignored them for the past few days, blaming them on my tests coming up son, but they're only getting worse. I'm only fifteen; I shouldn't be having thoughts like this, especially about an arrogant prick of a Slytherin. You know I don't even know his middle name! Does he even have a middle name? I suppose I can make one up for him. Draco A. Malfoy. (The A stands for Arse…I'll be calling him DAM from now on. I don't care how immature that sounds…he deserves it!)

Ron was disturbed for the umpteenth time by his blasted owl. He was starting to believe that his sister was cured, but the last entry, which he hadn't even finished reading before Pig interrupted him, was about another dream Ginny had featuring Malfoy. He tried to ignore his stupid owl but it wouldn't give up. Finally Ron, grumbling, walked to his window and took the note from its ankle. It was from Hermione, obviously. Harry was probably still sleeping, lucky bastard! He unrolled it and read the following:

Dearest Ronald,

What is this about you reading your sister's diary? A diary is a sacred tool that ones deepest secrets are revealed. In most cases I would be mad at you, but this is one of the few exceptions. Is there anyway possible that you can come over here and show it to me? My parents are out of town for the weekend at some dentist convention, so you won't be disturbing anyone. Just use floo powder, we had the fireplace set up for it at the beginning of the summer. Makes it easier to travel around, you know? You don't have to send a letter first, just come at your earliest convenience.

Love,

Hermione

Ignoring the 'love' bit at the bottom of the letter, Ron picked up the diary and ran towards the fireplace. Everyone else was still asleep so he left a short letter to his mum saying:

Mum,

I got an owl from Hermione asking me to come over to her house. Everyone here was asleep and I didn't want to wake anyone so I just decided to go. If I'm going to be later than dinner I'll send an owl.

Love,

Ron

Using the magic paper (much like sticky notes, only they're waterproof) that Charlie had given him for his birthday; he stuck the note on his parent's door and flooed himself to Hermione's house.

"Hermione?" He called as he entered her perfectly spotless house.

"Ron, is that you?" A voice called from the left of Ron.

"Yeah, I just got here. I have the book."

"Okay, I'll be out in a second." Three hundred twenty-six seconds later Hermione stepped out of what was possibly her room, looking stunning. Her hair was framing her face perfectly and she was wearing casual muggle clothes that fit her figure. The Hogwarts uniform did no justice to what she was wearing now (and Ron knew how good she looked in that). Ron dropped his mouth at the sight of her, completely forgetting about the book he was holding in his hands.

Hermione noticed him staring and blushed a little; "Can I see the book now?"

After a few seconds of not knowing what the hell Hermione was talking about, Ron handed her the diary. "Tell me when you get to November 14th; I was in the middle of reading that entry."

Hermione nodded and opened up the book. Ron watched her as she hurried through the pages. By the looks on her face he was able to tell what parts she was reading.

"Wait, what about October 25? She seems to have gotten over him."

"You need to get to the entry I'm at now. I thought the same thing."

A few minutes later Hermione was at the page Ron was previously reading and her mouth formed into and 'o' shape.

"See what I mean? Now let me see the diary. I have to know what sick twisted dream she had about Malfoy."

"Fine, but I'm reading over your shoulder."

"Wait, we can move to the couch and sit the book between us. But no changing the page until I'm caught up. Deal?"

"Deal."

With that, they moved to the small couch in the middle of Hermione's quaint little living room. Ron placed the book on his leg, holding it open with both of his hands, and continued reading.

About the dream last night, it was nothing like the dragon dream. But it was about Draco nonetheless. I was sitting in the middle of the library, studying for the OWLs. (I guess McGonagall's gotten to me) Anyway, in the middle of reading a book on the Troll Wars Malfoy appeared out of nowhere and sat down next to me. I tried to ignore him, but he just tilted his head and looked down at me. I became angry with him for distracting me from my studies and I started to yell at him. In the midst of my yelling he placed his finger on my lips to quiet me. I opened my mouth to say something else and my tongue grazed his finger. Without a word being said against me accidentally licking him he put his finger in his mouth. Almost like he tasted it, seeing what I tasted like. I licked my bottom lip in reaction to his weird deed and he apparently liked what he had tasted because his lips found their way to mine.

That was pretty much the whole dream. Give or take a thing or two. Does that mean I've been lying to myself thinking that I'm over him? I don't know! I'm so confused. Maybe I do still have feelings for him. Or maybe I just haven't found another to take his place and my head is thinking that I still like him. It could be that I still like him. Do I still fancy Draco Arse Malfoy? I wish that I could tell my mum or someone, because I don't know what to do right now. I'm so horribly confused.

November 29, 1997

I had an encounter with DAM today, and I think that it fixed my confusion. It was a Saturday, the week after Hogsmede weekend, and I was at the lake by myself staring out at it. I was outside for what seemed like hours when he showed up. He was walking by himself and seemed so lonely. I watched from behind the tree keeping myself well hidden. I don't think he noticed me because he ended up sitting down on the grass with tears in his eyes. Yes, Draco Arse Malfoy actually has feelings. I stayed away from him for as long as I could, but I found myself being pulled to him. When he saw me walking to him he tried to hide the tears, but I had already seen them so it was a wasted effort. "What do you want to complain about now, Weasley?" He glared his eyes at me, but I ignored the hateful tone he was using and sat down next to him. We sat in silence for a bit. Then I asked him what was wrong. Again he used the previous tone and asked, "Why do you care?" I asked him why he thinks I don't. I was told that I'm a Weasley and he's a Malfoy. Blah Blah Blah, and that they don't socialize or care about each other. I smiled genuinely at him and said, "That's how it was for Romeo and Juliet as well." He looked so confused and asked me if I was going to kill myself over him. I laughed at that stupid comment and explained to him that we don't have to be in love, but nobody can stop us from being friends. I don't think that he ever thought of that as a possibility. If his dad ever found out that he was friends with me, he'd kill him. If my parents found out I was friends with him wait…what if Ron ever found out? I don't even want to think about that possibility. Anyway, Draco actually admitted that he'd think about it, but he wasn't sure about it now. So there's still a chance. Maybe we're not meant to be together as a couple, but it won't hurt anything for us to be friends. And I can still keep my dreams, no matter how crazy they are. And if Ron ever yells at me for them I'll be sure to tell Hermione all of the times Ron's had to change his sheets in the morning because of his dreams of her.

After reading that Hermione turned a slight pink in color. It was a little over a minute before Ron caught up to that spot and turned a dark maroon.

"It was only once," Ron mumbled, obviously embarrassed, "okay, maybe twice. But it's not like it meant anything."

Hermione kept her eyes off of Ron; suddenly feeling annoyed with the situation. Without thinking, she screamed out the first thing that came into her head, "Oh, so I'm not good enough to be a girlfriend to you, but I can be a sexual fantasy?"

"That's not true!" Ron screamed back, trying to defend what little dignity he had left.

"What's not true? Am I also not good enough to be a sexual fantasy? No, you need somebody better. Like, Lavender!" Hermione screamed at him, jumping off the couch and storming into her room.

"Lavender? Why would I think about her in that way, I don't like Lavender!" Ron screamed back at her, covering his mouth and praying that Hermione didn't noticed that he just slightly said that he has feelings for her.

"What do you mean by that last bit?" Hermione opened her door a little so Ron could explain himself and the shouting would stop.

"Nothing!" Ron said, a little too quickly.

"No, you meant something." Hermione stepped out of her room and walked over to him. "What did you mean?"

"Nothing, it's stupid." Ron looked down at the floor, hoping the Hermione would drop it.

"I'll be the judge of it, but first you tell me." She had moved close enough that Ron could feel the heat of her body on his, and it was driving him crazy.

"I don't think that I should tell you." He whispered, trying to keep his eyes off of Hermione.

"Why not?" She asked him in a slightly whiny tone.

"Because I don't want it to end."

"What to end?" She tilted her head slightly to the side and looked confused.

"Us…"

"What are you talking about? Just spit it out!"

"Fine," He looked up and her and gave her a weak smile, preparing for the slap she was about to give him, and quite possibly the end of their friendship, "I'll tell you, but first let's move to the couch.

"Okay." She sat down on the couch and waited for him to sit next to her.

"You know I like you, right?"

Hermione nodded, "Yeah, you me and Harry are all great friends. The best, actually."

"No, I mean I like you more than Harry."

"More?" Hermione squeaked, "Like how much more?"

"You know how Seamus feels about Lavender?"

Hermione nodded and suddenly understood what Ron was trying to tell her. "You mean that you like me more than a friend, as much as one might like a girlfriend?" She asked hopefully.

It was Ron's turn to nod now, "Yeah, and I know I shouldn't have told you. I'm sorry for it. We can pretend like I never told you and go on like normal. I'd hate for our relationship to change?"

"It doesn't have to change for the worst, Ron, you are so pessimistic."

"What are you trying to say Hermione?"

She smiled at him and moved her lips to his, first causing his body to stiffen thinking she was trying to strangle him, but when he realized what was going on he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned her down on the couch. She pushed him off of her, which made him apologize for going to fast.

"It's not that," She pulled the book out from under her, "I laid on the book."

"Oh yeah, the book," Ron mumbled planning on kicking it later, "I supposed we should continue reading it."

"For now at least." Hermione agreed.

"It seems like Ginny's gotten over Malfoy."

"What are you talking about? She still likes him; she just believes that he has no interest in her."

"Are you saying he does?" Ron glared at his sister's diary as if it actually was the evil ferret.

"I'm just saying that Ginny is a nice looking girl, and than any guy would be stupid not to like her." She commented.

"You want Malfoy to like Ginny?"

"NO! I'm just saying that he's stupid for not liking her."

"Okay, you just made no since. Let's just stop arguing and finish reading the book."

"Fine, you baka!"

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing," Hermione smiled at him and opened the book back to the last place they had read. "Oh, that's why we stopped."

Ron blushed suddenly remembering the last sentence he read in Ginny's diary.

"So, you really had those sort of dreams with me in them?"

"Can we get off this subject and turn the page?"

"No, I want the question answered."

"You know the answer. I already said I did."

"What happened in them?"

"Nothing exciting, if that's what you mean. It just had you and me together on a couch, usually the one at school."

"Usually?" Hermione giggled, "How many times did you have the dream?"

"Um," Ron blushed; trying to remember the number he had told her earlier, "three times?"

"Three? Earlier you said two!"

"I meant two!"

"Do you want me to go get some truth potion?"

Ron shook his head and folded his arms across his chest.

"Okay then, tell me the truth."

"I don't know, okay? A lot! Are you happy now?"

Hermione nodded, "For the most part. Now what got you so excited that you dirtied your sheets?"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"Too bad, we already are. I want to know what you could have possibly been thinking about."

"It's none of your damn business!"

"It was about me, I deserve to know!"

"What, do you want me to show you or something?" He stood up waving his arms wildly around.

"If that's what it takes." She smirked, raising an up eyebrow seductively.

A/N: Well, comment and tell me if I should continue the story. I'll be waiting for your responses.