A/N: Is it any good so far? It was just on my brain so I thought I'd write it and see how it turned out. By the way, this story is RHr, HG, sorry I didn't mention that before. This chapter, by the way, is a little more funny. Oh, and by the way, thank you SO MUCH to all of you guys who reviewed. You were all so sweet!

Chapter 2: The Power Of Ice-Cold Water

Ron awoke that morning to find Hermione lying in front of him, holding on to him and breathing quietly into his chest. He was so surprised, he fell out of bed! Hermione started to stir, so Ron immediately tried to quieten everything down. But his attempts failed miserably, as Hermione's eyelids fluttered open.

"Morning, 'Mione." She started, and sat up straight, staring at him in shock.

"Ron…" Her expression softened. "Good morning."

"Hermione, I don't want to be ungrateful or anything," Ron smirked as he said this, "but why exactly were you in my bed grabbing onto me like I was flying away on an aeroplane?"

Hermione blushed such a dark red when he said this, she was the almost the same colour as Ron's hair! Ron coughed quietly, as though to remind her of his question.

"Well, I er…Oh God! I'm going to have to tell you…"

She went on to tell him of the strange dream she had been having so often lately when she had been fainting, and Ron listened so intently, you would have thought he was a person who had hearing problems. Oh, and she must have forgotten the part where it says they would take the person she loved the most, because that was definitely unmentioned.

When she had finished, she looked up, and Ron saw tears in her pretty brown eyes.

"Oh, Hermione, please don't cry," he whispered as he walked over to give her a hug, "It breaks my heart."

She looked up sharply. Ron immediately blushed and pointedly looked away. Hermione decided to forget about it. He obviously meant it in a friendship way, because there was no way he could ever love her. Instead she looked into his gorgeous, loving, twinkling blue eyes and lost herself in the whirlpools beneath.

Ron rushed up to his room. God, what was wrong with him? He had always known he had feelings for Hermione, but they had never been this strong. It was killing him, trying not to kiss her when he was near her, trying not to hold her hand when she was smiling, trying not to lose himself in that smile. God, I love her way too much. One day I'll end up stranded on the street, all alone, because Hermione already has Vicky. He suddenly snapped out of his daydream. He didn't just think that he loved Hermione, did he? His head must just be exaggerating, from all the stress of her fainting and everything. Well, he did love it when she smiled. Her perfect white teeth just made her face radiate. Her face glowed from underneath, its soft tan just making her chestnut-brown hair look incredibly hot. And her hair- once a bushy, lion-like mane, now it fell beautifully around her shoulders, curling at the ends. She was the most beautiful thing ever to walk this Earth, but what Ron liked best was the fact that she didn't even realise it. She was beautiful without even trying.

He frowned as he remembered what she had told him. That thing in her dream was after him? Why? Whatever for? He walked over to the mirror and stared at the ugly red-headed tall young man staring back at him. His face was covered in freckles, and his red hair was so messy, it had just gone everywhere. His blue eyes were dull and meaningless. Realisation hit him. He would never be good-looking enough for Hermione. And what else was there of him? Money? No. Humour? Not the type she liked. Intelligence? Definitely not.

He was interrupted when the door opened, and Harry and Ginny fell in the room, in a serious make-out session. He coughed quietly, trying to cover up the fact that he was inwardly in between being sick or laughing his head off. The two lovebirds broke apart. Harry looked at him, startled, and jumped up, Ginny at his side.

"R-Ron! Hi…erm…I-…" Ron laughed inwardly. Harry was never that good at explaining himself.

"It's ok. I was just leaving now, anyway." He walked to the door, and just before closing it, saw Harry and Ginny making out again. Weren't they broken up? He shook his head, but actually, he was quite jealous of those two. They were so in love, and they had such a great relationship. Exactly what he wanted-with Hermione, of course.

Ron was so deep in his thoughts, he didn't even notice Hermione standing in front of him, and crashed straight into her.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry, Hermione!" He was trying very hard not to laugh at her annoyed face.

"Ronald, consider yourself lucky. If it wasn't me you crashed into, God knows what you would have crashed into in the future." Then she smiled. She just couldn't be angry when his cute face was all red and embarrassed. Ron smiled back.

"Why were you standing in front of me, anyway?" Ron asked, trying to sound casual.

"Well…Oh yeah, I was going to ask you if you wanted to help me wash the dishes. Your mother has requested it." She grinned as she saw Ron scowl. "Coming, then?"

"I'm on my way," Ron muttered, still scowling as he trudged down the stairs.

A/N: I have decided that I have to finish the chapter there. If not, it will go on forever! Please continue reviewing, I love you guys to bits! Well hopefully I'll update soon, should be before my birthday-in 2 weeks! Yay!