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"w-what did you j-just say?" Hermione said also pulling away from the kiss. "Well, I

didn't think you'd have this kind of reaction, but I said that well," Ron's cheeks began

to redden, "I love you Hermione . . . I always have." With this he walked to the desk

where he had been working, picked up his things and sauntered towards the boys'

dormitory. 'Ron, you bloody git, you shouldn't have said that! What if she didn't love

you? No, but there was that letter, but it may not have been for you, well, then again I

don't think she ahs any other best friends named Ron . . .' Ron told himself, making

sure that he walked slow enough so that Hermione could stop him and say that she

loved him too. He took a step. And another. And another. And another. 'Oh my gosh!

What do I do? What do I do, just say one word, just one word is all it takes for him to

stop walking,' Hermione thought. "w-" Hermione began to mumble the word, but her

brain and mouth seemed to be working in different time zones. Ron turned around.

"Hm?" she gave no answer, and he walked out of that room.

Ron's mind couldn't comprehend what had just happened and he spent all night trying

to figure it out. 'It seemed so simple, so, so, so, so simple, but no, how could it be

simple, it's Hermione, you had to read that paper, you had to lean in for the kiss, you

had to say I love you, OI . . .'

(Back in the Common Room)

"Ugh" Hermione sighed, placing one hand over her forehead. "Ugh, what happened to

me out there? It was my dream, and I ruined it," she slapped her forehead, and

reclined heavily back into the couch. "I'll make it up to him today, I just have to, I

was simply horrible out there--OH MY GOD! HE READ THE LETTER! OH MY

GOD! He knows, and he must be just about ready to die, I said I loved him in the

letter, OH M--" at that very second Ginny and Harry waltzed into the room through

the portrait hole, Hermione jumped slightly at the surprise, they hadn't noticed her

to be there.

Harry had his fingers interlinked with Ginny's and they were silently giggling to each

other, and kissing every few seconds. This time Ginny kissed Harry very much more

passionately and jumped on him again wrapping her legs around his hips, they were

both kissing each other now more vigorously, and 'uh oh! They're moving for the

couch' Hermione let out a scream inside her head. Harry was just about to lower

Ginny onto the couch and "AHHH!" he dropped Ginny in surprise, and she landed

heavily on Hermione. "OOF!" she jerked under the pressure, and tried to wriggle

herself free, "agh, Ginny geroff me! You're not exactly light as a feather, agh!"

"Well sorry, it's not like we knew you were gona be here!" she said flatly, through

gritted teeth, trying to heave herself off the cushy couch.

"Now, are you two going to explain yourselves, or am I going to have to punish you

guys for being out after hours?" Hermione exclaimed, standing up to full height, and

brushing herself off. "We er," "umm . . ." "er" "em . . . well, erm, we erm, were um,"

Ginny mumbled out as if talking to her mother when she was about to get scolded

for throwing dung bombs at Ron while he was sleeping. "Well, what?" Hermione

placed her hands on her hips and gave them a 'once over' look. She actually noticed a

few things . . . Harry hair was tousled, a tad more than usual, as was Ginny's, Harry's

tie looked as if he simple knotted it, and his pants were nearly falling off seeing as

his belt was put on with out care, and the top button of his trousers was, well, not

buttoned, she moved onto Ginny, who looked a bit more put together, none the less,

her shirt buttons were put buttoned through the wrong holes, and it looked as if she

was wearing Harry's sock. After a bit more interrogation and putting together of

clues, they cracked, and explained what they had been doing every night for the past

week . . .

"Promise not to tell Ron?" Ginny pleaded, clutching Harry's hand. "Well, I um, don't

think that'll be a problem seeing as I think were not talking to each other . . ." her

voiced trailed off and tears welled up in her eyes. Sobbing, Hermione went and

picked up all of her loose parchment, books, and went storming off into the Girl's

dormitory. Ginny followed, after giving Harry a sweet peck on the cheek, and a

'goodbye.'

It was now well past three in the morning, and Ron still lay face down in his bed,

trying to drown out his thoughts, 'if only I knew Occlumency . . . .' the Oak door

creaked open, and Harry attempted to sneak in. "SSSSSGGGGHHHOOOORRR"

Neville gave a heart stopping, ear drum breaking snore. Harry changed into his

pajamas, cleared his mind of all thoughts, and instantly went to sleep.

The next day, Ron woke up before anyone else, Had breakfast before anyone else,

got to class before anyone else, and sat in class at a single desk, sure, people tried to

talk to him, but he shrugged all of them off, this continued for the rest of the day

until their last class of the day, Charms.

Hermione sat on the end of a desk, next to Harry, who was in the middle, next to

Neville. Charms was always a good class to have a private chat. "What in the bloody

hells name did you do to him Hermione?" asked Harry in a worried tone. "Well, erm,

n-nothing, well, either way, I'm going to talk to him later." She replied, turning

slightly red at the thought.

Later that day, Harry and Hermione found themselves in the same spot as last week,

staring at Ron through a large glass window.

Ron gazed at the icy lake, the end of November chill had taken its toll on anything

and everything at Hogwarts, students began bundling up before leaving the building,

grass was slowly frosting over, and Hagrid's cabin began puffing smoke through the

chimney, a sign that winter was slowly approaching. But as Ron sat there, he lay his

eyes on something, something which ordinarily wouldn't be special, but now, now of

all times, Ron set his eyes on a rather small daisy, resting at the foot of the Beech

Tree, he came to know and love the presence of, the daisy was the one and only

flower at Hogwarts that had not withered away with the cold. He plucked it from the

soil, and began plucking out the petals . . . "She loves me," he plucked one petal away

from where it was held, "She loves me not," he plucked the second petal and it

drifted towards the frosted grass, "She loves me not . . ."

"I'll be right back Harry." Hermione said as she began at a normal walking pace

towards the entrance doors, now she was running, not running any more, sprinting.

Before she knew it she was out the door making her way towards Ron. The minute

she stepped outside, the cold fresh air hit her strongly in the face. Too bad she hadn't

thought it through, and wasn't wearing a coat, or at least a sweater. She picked up her

pace again, and was nearly there. Her feet made crunching noises as she walked on

the grass, she was a couple feet away from him, but she could clearly hear what he

was saying, "She loves me . . . she loves me not," Hermione walked up behind him,

and plucked the last petal, "She loves you."

Well, isn't that a sugary sweet ending to this chapter? Please review! I really enjoy reading them! A small update . . . I still can't seem to hit the 2,000 word mark sigh well I hope as I keep writing it will become easier.