Hello, Loves. So sorry for the delay. My friend kept distracting me with his FF7 fan fiction and yeah...I'm sorry, there's no excuse. Hehe. Anywhozzles, here it is. Hope you enjoy it. And keep up the fantabulous reviews cuz they make me happy! :-D

Harry felt horrible. Maybe Ginny didn't want to talk to him because she just wanted to forget about the kiss. Hermione stood up and bid the two boys good night and made her way up the stairs. Harry waited until he was sure she was in Ginny's room before he started speaking. "Hey Ron, could you have stared any harder?" Harry asked, pushing aside the sick feeling in his gut.

"Shut up, Harry, alright?" Ron snapped, leaning back in his chair and looking in the other direction.

"Alright. I'm sorry, okay? But seriously, are you starting to notice how much you like Hermione now?" He asked, grinning at his friend.

"I love her." Ron mumbled quietly to the floor.

"What?"

"I love her." He answered, louder. "Okay, Harry? There you go. I love her."

"Wait, Ron...it was just some clothes and makeup and now you love her? That's pretty shallow, mate. Don't you think?"

"I loved her before she put all that stuff on." Ron said still looking at the floor, his face and ears positively burning now.

Harry sat back in his chair, unable to believe it. Ron loving Hermione? It was impossible, wasn't it? They were his best friends. They couldn't be in love. Harry had just thought they just fancied eachother a bit. But this...this was totally unexpected. Or was it? Maybe they'd always loved each other but the three of them had just been too blind to see it. No. Harry thought. This isn't unexpected at all. How stupid I've been, of course they're in love. All the signs are there. All the jealousy and constant bickering. And the way Ron sticks up for her all the time.... And here I was thinking they just fancied each other a bit, when it's obvious they were meant for eachother....But where does this leave me?

Harry looked back at Ron. "How long have you known?" He asked.

"I expect I've always known, you know, somewhere in the back of my head. This little voice trying to get me to believe it. It wasn't until today when I saw her laughing with Seamus that I finally decided to listen to it." Ron answered, looking up at Harry. "What am I gonna do, Harry? I mean, now that I know for sure...I can't just ignore it. And now with that new look she's got, all the boys in Hogwarts are gonna be all over her. I can't watch that....You're my best mate, Harry, so by law you have to give me advice on what to do."

"Isn't it obvious?"

"No. It's not. So if you could just tell me...that'd be great."

"Tell her." Harry said simply.

"Tell her?!" Ron yelled, then realizing how loud he'd been, he looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "Tell her?" He hissed. "Harry, are you mad? What good would that do me? I'd just be down one friend."

"What are you talking about of course you wouldn't be down a friend. On the contrary you'd be up a girlfriend....Some how that didn't sound right."

Ron ignored the last comment and continued. "Harry, she could never love me. I mean really. I'm just Ron Weasley. She deserves so much better than Ron Weasley."

"Look, Ron, I don't care what you say. I've been watching you two dance around eachother for almost six years now. I guarantee she has the same feelings for you. I can tell."

"It's seems like everyone's known except me." Ron grumbled. "You couldn't have told me?"

Harry grinned. "Sorry, mate. Wanted to see how long it'd take you to figure it out on your own. Now come on, it's late. We should get some rest, tomorrow is our last day."

Ron grumbled and heavily got to his feet, stretching. "Lead the way, Harry." He yawned. Harry and Ron made their way up the stairs, both lost in the thoughts of a certain dream girl.