Author's Note: This is my first fic involving two of JK Rowling's characters as the main characters. Meaning I've only worked with OC's before. It is difficult to maintain their characters, while trying to make the story your own. I salute everyone who's come before me, because this is hard! 

Half Fox-Demon: Thank you for the advice. My other normal fiction stories are chock full of imagery. I just find myself trying so hard to get the characters right, I forget. It seems really blah to me. My later chapters WILL be better.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they all belong to JK Rowling, but I wish I did, because then I'd be filthy rich. Lol.

The sunlight poured in through the many paned windows, and fluttered with the curtains of the four-poster bead. Hermione woke to a massive headache. She slept little, and when she did, she was soon awoken by her dreams. The dream that chilled her the most was one in which she and Ron are out by the lake, and all of a sudden a creature comes out of the water and kills him. It surprised her how much it chilled her. She woke up in a cold sweat with tears running down her face. The more she thought about it though, the less surprising it became. She had known for a while things between her and Ron had changed. Ever since the summer before 5th year, when they were alone at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. They quarreled less, or so it seemed ever since then. On her way down to breakfast, Hermione ran into Ginny.

"Hi Gin."

"What? Oh hello."

"Listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I promise to be honest with you about everything from now on."

"Really? Starting now?"

"Erm, yeah sure. Starting now."

"Ok, great. So now, tell me what's going on. Why are you so depressed?"

"Oy! Ron! Get up!" Harry pounced on Ron, attempting to wake him from slumber. Ron slowly rose, stretched, and wiggled his toes on the red carpet.

"Why all the yelling and excitement? It's 7:30 in the bloody morning."

"I've got to tell you something. "

"Yeah, yeah so tell me then" Ron said with a yawn.

"Promise not to get mad." Ron stared blankly. "Yeah , yeah I promise, now tell me."

"I—uh well I—think I fancy…"

"Yes…"

"Your sister. I think I fancy your sister." Ron stood up taller, and his face grew red as a tomato. Or as close to as is allowed by human physiology.

"Really? Well. You better not hurt her or I'll…"

"Yeah, Ron I know. Besides, why would I hurt her? She's amazing."

"Yeah, alright. When's breakfast?"

"Right now. Let's go."

Even so early on a Saturday morning, the Great Hall was bustling with students eating breakfast, reading the Prophet, and gossiping with their friends. Ginny and Hermione soon entered, and sat down at the Gryffindor table. The sunlight streaming through the windows and from the ceiling calmed Hermione's nerves. She began to prepare a plate, and nearly dropped it when she saw Harry and Ron enter. Harry gave her a bright smile, and went to sit by Ginny, while Ron, looked unsure of himself, and sat next to Hermione.

"Good morning Ron." She looked at him. Suddenly she couldn't breathe. He hadn't bothered to brush his hair, and it still covered his eyes. "Oh Ron, honestly." She reached up and pushed the hair away from his eyes.

"Sorry. Harry woke me up in such a bloody hurry, and I was starving, so I didn't really think of my hair."

Hermione smiled. "It doesn't matter."

"Hey…"

"Hey what?"

"You smiled. It has to have been weeks."

"Well I think I've got it mostly figured out. What I've been upset about I mean. Mind you I'm not anywhere near ready to reveal it to anyone. But still, it's a step."

"Yeah, definitely." He returned the smile, and then turned his attention to the platter in front of him. "Mmmm, sausage." Hermione rolled her eyes. She glanced over at Harry and Ginny. Harry had his arm around her shoulders.

"Well, this is new. So, how do you feel about that?"

"What? Oh , well come on, he's Harry. I'm actually more okay with it than I thought."

"Well good. They need each other. You know?"

"Yeah I know."

Ron decided that he was going to wait on asking Hermione questions about her increasing moodiness. He had a feeling if he didn't, they'd probably get into another row, and she'd be really upset. Harry and Ginny strode over to their side of the table.

"Guys," Harry started, "I'm taking Ginny to Hogsmeade today. It's our first weekend of the year you know? And we wanted to know if you guys would like to join us?"

"I'm in." said Ron.

"Yeah, me too."

"Okay great. Let's go get ready Hermione." Squealed Ginny.

"Yeah, ok. See you guys in, say an hour." Said Hermione.

"Maybe five." Said Ron, playfully.

"Ha ha, very funny." Ginny punched Ron in the arm.

"Right, well later." Said Harry.

The two groups split up, Hermione and Ginny laughing and heading toward the common room, and Ron and Harry heading back to the table to finish breakfast.

"Herm?"

"Yeah Gin?"

"Why couldn't you tell me before?"

"I was afraid you'd tell your brother."

"Hermione, I wouldn't. I mean, yeah he's my brother and I love him, and yeah I tell him stuff sometimes, but I'd never tell him something like that."

"Yeah, but I wasn't even sure myself, and I didn't want you to go blabbing it. And then if he didn't…"

"Don't say it. To tell you the truth though, I do think he loves you. You should see how excited he gets when we're going to Diagon Alley to buy supplies, or when he hears you're coming over summer. It's crazy."

"I hope you're right."

"Well when are you going to let him know?"

"Um, never."

"Oh come on!"

"No."

Throughout the course of the day, Harry and Ginny played their roles of new couple quite well. They held hands, walked close to each other, looked at each other often. Ron and Hermione were often left alone with each other. They had grown much more comfortable with one another since the day before., and the incident/row/sudden reconciliation, was not mentioned. It was as though both had made a silent vow to forget it. Pretend it never happened. Pretend Hermione wasn't practically deteriorating in front of Ron. He was worried. He began acting like an older brother or cousin. He was always making sure she ate enough, always making sure she wasn't too hot or cold. It got on her nerves.

"Herm, are you not hungry?"

"Not really. I'm still full from breakfast."

"You barely ate anything there either."

"No I did. You just didn't see me."

"Want some of mine instead?"

"Ron, I'm fine."

"Okay." A few minutes of awkward silence followed, Hermione picked at her food, and drummed her fingers on the table, while Ron sat there eating and looking from Harry and Ginny to Hermione.

"Hey Ron?"

"Yeah 'Mione?"

"You think we'll ever find someone to be like that with?" She gestured to Harry and Ginny, who were running around, laughing with each other. Every few minutes, Harry would grab Ginny, dance around with her, dip her, and once, kiss her gently.

"Yeah, o' course."

"I hope you're right."

"I know I am." He said, looking into her eyes.