A/N: This is another short chapter…but here it is. You might be wondering why it took me so long for such a short chapter, well being the control freak I am I had to edit it a million times. My sister wanted to read my story so I let her and she said it was weird how I got inside Hermione's head but then I reminded her it was from her PoV and she said it was still weird. I asked her if it was weird in a good way and she said it was just "weird". Enough with my ranting, here is the next little installment.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter Three: His 9 Year Old Self Comes Back To Haunt Him

"Ron, you must go!" I had been listening to Ginny pleading with Ron to attend the dance from my dormitory for a fair amount of time. It's like Harry and Ginny had it all planned out with Harry attacking me, and Ginny, Ron. Well, it didn't take a lot to convince me, I wanted to go. Ron was different story, but Ginny had gotten a hold of him and he had been making up excuses all the while.

"No Ginny. I have homework." He said in the monotone that comes along with repeating yourself over and over.

"No, you don't because Harry doesn't and you take all the same classes. C'mon, do this for your little sister. I hate to see you all alone on a night such as this."

"No Ginny."

"Please."

"No."

"Please." Pause

"Fine, but I don't have a date therefore I can't go; maybe next time." I heard a thump onto the fluffy common room couch.

"Just go with Hermione." Ginny said with the utmost casualty.

I can sense Ron's blush. How dare Ginny set us up! (It's a well-known fact that Ginny has plans for me to become her future sister-in-law.)

"Ginevra Molly Weasley, I can hear you!" I yelled as I started down the stairs before Ginny could interfere in my life any more, "It's my life, not yours."

"Why must you use my full name, Hermione Jane Granger?" She said in a sickly sweet tone masking a conniving agenda.

"Because it emphasizes a point!" I yelled on the way down the staircase, leaving the safety of my dormitory, about to meet my doom.

"Which would be…?"

"That Ron does not want to go to the dance with me and he can go alone if he pleases. This is a different concept than a ball; a dance holds certain casualties," I cut her off when I finally entered the room.

"Of course Hermione would know," she said in an undertone and then put on a peppy demeanor, "but you and you together," she brought both of us together so we banged into each other, "equals happy, if not greater."

As soon as she did that we both immediately jumped away from one another, "That has nothing to do with it. Ron doesn't want to go to the dance with me. I suggest he either not go or go alone." I rubbed the side of my arm as I spoke.

"Well, what do you want? You spend so much time speaking for him, but what's your reason. I've heard his, what's your objection?" She stuck her face in mine inquisitively.

"My objection is that he does not want to. It's almost time to go, so let's go," I fully realize that I made a deliberate attempt to change the subject.

"Denial is the first step," Ginny sighed and turned to her brother, "Anyway, Ron this can be the birthday present that you never gave me when I turned eight. You didn't even remember my birthday. At that age your presents were homemade but at least I knew you cared." And with that she put her hand over her heart and showed puppy-dog eyes.

"Ron, you forgot her birthday, I'm ashamed. Now you really have to go." Harry spoke for the first time with mock horror, but you could tell he wanted Ron to go for whatever reason.

"I was nine!" Ron said, exasperated.

"Yes, but it's that one year where you forgot your dear sister's birthday. This is how you can make amends. If I die before you, how would you feel knowing that? I'm still that eight year old waiting for my brother to say "happy birthday Ginny". You don't want to deprive a young child…" She was dearly milking it for all it was worth. Ginny can be very overdramatic when she wants to.

"Fine, Ginny I'll go."

"Yeah!" she squealed and hugged her brother. "I'm doing this because I care. You should really be thanking me. You're so lucky to have a sister who is a hopeless romantic."