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Author's note: Thanks a million for the nice reviews! Need more, though. Please? -puppydog eyes- Pretty please? I know it really doesn't have an interesting plot yet, but there's still many things to come... ;) R&R.

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DuckGoddess - Thank you too :) And thanks a bunch for the spelling help. Here's the update!

It was strange that they could just go back to normal after that broom closet scene, but somehow they did. They had explained to Harry and Ginny that they were just hiding from Malfoy, and they believed them. At least that was what it seemed like. But after two weeks of holding the news of Rons feelings to herself, Hermione couldn't take it anymore. Lying in bed one night, two and a half weeks from the incident, she decided that it was time.

"Gin?" she whispered to the sleeping redheaded girl lying in the bed next to her.

"Huh? Whasat?" Ginny answered, stirring a little.

"Gin, please," Hermione begged. "I really need to talk to you."

"Then go water the collars," she answered with a little sleep moan.

Hermione blinked. What?

"What?" she asked, confused. "Look, Gin, wake up. I need to talk to you. Right now."

When no answer came she frustrated pulled out her wand.

"Awake," she whispered with it pointing at Ginny, and the redhead immediately woke up.

"Why, hello 'Mione," she said with a big smile. "Whasup?"

Hermione sighed. Finally.

Ten minutes later they were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, both with a steaming cup of coacoa each.

"So," Ginny said after taking a sip, making a painful face and deciding to wait for it to chill a little before taking another one. "What's on your genious mind, Hermione?"

Hermione frowned a little.

"Don't call me a genious," she said, embarassed, "I may have some benefits, but –"

Ginny sighed loudlyto stop her babbling.

"Oh. Right," Hermione then said. "Well, it's about your brother."

Ginny nodded, paying as much attention as she could with a really hot mug in her hands. She decided to put it on the table, and then turned her eyes back on the bushy headed girl sitting in front of her.

"Is this about the two of you using our snogging closet?" she asked. "'Cause that's fine. It's all good."

Hermione blinked.

"What!" she asked violently, after a fullminute of just staring at the younger girl.

"Well you know," Ginny answered, waving her hands a little, "if you and Ronniekins are going out, that's just fine with me. I've known for some time anyway."

'Ronniekins?' Hermione thought. 'Gin'd been spending a to long period of her life with her twin brothers. Wait, what did she say!'

"Known!" she shrieked, voice breaking a little. "Known what, exactly?"

"You know," Ginny answered, looking smug and doing a rather obscene gesture with her arms and hips synchronised. Hermione flinched as she continued. "snogging, and who knows what more. Harry and I've left you alone far to much these past weeks."

Hermione just stared at her with her mouth open in terrified surprise at her best friends words.

"Oh," Ginny continued without taking notice of the look Hermiones face, "and I've also seen the stolen looks you two give each other, pretty much all the time. And also, he told me all the timelast year that he wanted you. But you were seeing that Krum fellow. But hey, you know, it's all good. Glad you finally worked it out, 'cause everyone knows you're right for each other."

She yawned and stretched her arms.

"I'm going to bed," she then stated and drank the last of her now lukewarm coacoa. "Sweet dreams, 'Mione."

Then she was gone. And all that was left was Hermione with thoughts that threatened to strangle her. After a couple of minutes she heard steps coming from the stairs that led down from the boys dorms. Down came a yawning Ron with hair gone wild, sticking up in the most strange of places. He wasonly wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers.

"Oh, hi 'Mione," he said, looking at her, eyes still a little dimmed from sleep. "Thought I heard voices. You weren't talking to yourself, were you? 'Cause that's pretty much not good."

He was babbling, and he knew it, but that was just because Hermione had gotten out of the chair, walked up to him and was now staring into his confused eyes.

"What?" he asked. "Do I have something on my face?"

Hermione reached up and kissed him, long and deeply. Then she went up to bed, leaving Ron alone with a spinning mind and a jaw that was practically touching the floor.