Hullo, Loves. I know it's been a while. I'm sorry. Thank you all for the reviews, I'm so happy people are actually enjoying my story, I'm quite proud. :-D

When they all got home, Ron was still toying with the idea of loving Hermione. He couldn't understand when this happened, why it happened, and how come he never noticed before? All the signs were there.

Damn....Am I really that thick?

Yes.

Shut up.

For some unfathomable reason, he wished Fred and George were there. They were the ones who got him thinking this. They'd be the ones to help him in the situation. He certainly couldn't go to Harry, he'd laugh. Ginny was also out of the question, she'd not only laugh, she'd tell Hermione. And then where would he be? She'd be completely disgusted at the thought. Ron sank onto his bed, scowling at the ceiling. If I love Hermione...what the hell does that mean? Do I ask her out? No, of course not, she'd say no and then I'd lose her forever. But what else can I do? God, this is confusing! Why'd I have to go falling for my best friend anyhow? He thought, frustrated at the predicament he was in.

Hermione smiled, feeling smug as she walked into Ginny's room, beginning to pack all her belongings into her trunk. She'd seen the way Ron was behaving while she spoke with Seamus. She was horrified to realize that she was glad to see he looked miserable, but at the same time oddly satisfied, which horrified her even more.

Serves him right, She thought bitterly. Honestly...the way he treats me sometimes, he deserves this. Maybe now he'll realize he can't take me for granted. Well...now that I've started this plan, I've got to go through with it. Although I'll need Ginny's help....

Two weeks later, Ginny woke up and screamed. "Hermione! What are you doing? You scared me half to death!"

Hermione, who'd been standing over Ginny's bed for a minute or so, smiled at her. "Well, you see, Ginny," She said, timidly, wringing her hands. "I was wondering if maybe you could help me with something."

"Well, sure, Hermione," She answered, groggily, sitting up in bed. "What am I helping you with exactly...?" She added suspiciously.

Hermione laughed and perched on the edge of Ginny's bed. "This is going to sound completely silly and juvenile, but I was wondering if you could give me something of a makeover."

"Of course I could, Hermione. But why on earth would you need a makeover?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Well, I know I never really showed an interest in make-up. But I was thinking about it and I figured, what could it hurt?" She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Hermione, I still don't get it. Why were you thinking about this anyway?"

Hermione looked pained by this question, as if she'd rather do anything than answer. Ginny simply folded her arms and waited for a response.

"Imtryingtogetronjealous," She said, quickly.

"I'm so sorry, Hermione. What was that?" Ginny said, grinning.

Hermione threw up her arms. "Oh for heaven's sake! I'm trying to get Ron jealous!" She huffed.

Ginny grinned on the inside but on the outside, she faked her best politely curious look. "But why would you want to make Ron jealous, Hermione?"

Hermione glared. "You know perfectly well why."

"I have no idea actually. Do tell."

"I am in love with your brother."

Ginny faked a gasp. "You? In love with Ron? Why, Hermione, I would have never guessed!"

"Stop with the theatrics, Gin...."

Ginny grinned. "Knew you'd figure it out sooner or later...."

"'Figure it out'? Ginny, I've known since first year! Since the first time I laid eyes on him on the train to Hogwarts. That's why I went in there asking if they'd seen Neville's toad. Honestly, Neville had found it ages before I asked them. Of course he lost it again....But I digress. I've always known. There was no "figuring it out". Hermione flopped back on the bed.

Ginny stared at her. I had no idea she loved him for that long. Wow, this is crazy.... Why is she looking at me like that? Oh yeah, I have to answer her.

"So why exactly are you making him jealous, couldn't you just tell him?"

"It's not that simple, I mean, he would get freaked out. I don't want to risk our friendship...."

"Where's the risk? You tell him you love him, he says it back, you kiss and Gryffindor Tower won't have to her constant bickering all the time,"

Hermione smiled slightly. "Gin, I really doubt he likes me, let alone is in love with me. This is a completely risk free way to do it. I'll try and make him jealous and if I get any clues that he does have more than platonic feelings for me, I'll tell him. But if not, he'll never know the difference and we'll carry on being friends."

Ginny placed her hands on her hips, looking uncannily like her mother. "And then what are you supposed to do? Live your life as a lie, knowing that you love Ron but were too chicken to do anything about it?"

Hermione sighed. "I'd rather have him as "just a friend" than nothing at all. And if I tell him outright, I'll lose him forever. I don't want to do that. Besides, I'm sure I'll get over him....Eventually."

"If you've loved him for this long without getting over him, what makes you think that now all of a sudden you will?"

"Well I figure if I have a boyfriend or just someone else that I like, I'll be able to forget about him in that way. Please help me, Ginny. I don't want to cry anymore."

"Of course I'll help you, Hermione." She said, hugging her. "But for the record, you don't need a makeover to get a boy to like you."

Hermione laughed through her tears. "Yeah, okay. But I'd still like to try it."

Ginny walked over to the desk in front of her mirror and began rummaging through her make up drawer, pulling out assorted lipsticks, eyeliners and other such items. (A/N: hi. Uhm, I don't wear make up so if I sound like an idiot I apologize.)

"Wow, you sure do have a lot of stuff...." Hermione said, walking over and peering into the deep drawer.

"Yup!" Ginny answered cheerfully, snapping the drawer shut and pushing Hermione into the chair. "You never know when one of your friends is going to suddenly ask for a makeover," She added, uncapping some mascara and moving toward her friend.

"Er...so we're starting now, I suppose?" She asked, leaning back slightly, eyeing the brush.

"Well, yeah. That's what you wanted. Isn't it?" Ginny said, looking confused.

Hermione took a deep breath. "Yes, yes it is."

Totally sorry that it took so damn long. Don't hate me. I might even have the next one up tonight. :-D or early tomorrow rather as it's almost 11:30 now.