Omgoshers…are you guys surprised? I certainly am. I missed writing my fan fiction, so here is my newest chapter direct from me to you:-D Oh, by the way; I still don't own Harry Potter.

After the Sorting and the Feast, all of the students filed out of the Great Hall and went their four separate ways to the dormitories. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny climbed the staircases to Gryffindor Tower in silence. Now that the time for him to finally execute his plan was almost here, he didn't feel as brave anymore.

"Dragon boogers," Hermione said softly when they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"What's that? You'll have to speak up, you know!" Said the Fat Lady, annoyed.

"Dragon boogers!" Hermione emphasized the words. "Honestly, what an immature password." She said as the Fat Lady swung the portrait open with a harrumph.

Ron snickered as they scrambled through the portrait hole and were greeted by the warm, welcoming flames of the fire.

"What are you laughing about?" Hermione inquired.

"Oh, nothing, nothing," Said Ron, with a smile still on his face, as he sat down.

Oh no, Thought Harry. Here we go again.

"It is an immature password, Ronald. Though I can see how you're amused." Hermione answered, also sitting down.

Ron sat up straight and put a hand to his chest and fluttered his eyes. "You'll have to find some new material, Hermione, as you'll find that your little joke doesn't affect me quite as it used to." He said uncannily like Hermione.

An outraged Hermione opened her mouth as Seamus came bounding down the stairs towards Hermione. Harry noticed that Ginny looked slightly smug when Seamus came directly to Hermione and Harry turned to watch the transaction.

"Good, Hermione. I was hoping to catch you here." Seamus said, smiling down at her.

"Hello, Seamus, did you want to speak to me about something?" She asked, smiling back, though Harry noticed her glance at Ron out of the corner of her eye.

"Yes, I was wondering if you'd seen the notice board?"

"Why, is there something illegal on there?" Hermione asked, back to her old self at the thought of a broken rule.

"No," Seamus said laughing. "But they've announced that our first trip to Hogsmeade is going to be on Halloween, I was wondering if you'd like to go with me?"

At this, Ron and Hermione both turned red, Ron out of anger and Hermione, embarrassment.

Hermione looked directly at Ron before turning to Seamus and answering, "I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you," She said sweetly.

"Great," Seamus said, grinning. "Well, goodnight then, everyone." He said, before giving her another kiss on the cheek and walking smoothly up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.

Hermione turned back around in her armchair, smiling to herself when she caught Ron looking at her. "What?" She asked, her fading abruptly.

"We always go to Hogsmeade together. You, Harry and me." Ron said in what Harry thought was an abnormally calm way, all things considered.

"It's 'you, Harry and, I, Ronald." Hermione said.

"Whatever. The point is we still all go together."

"I'm sorry to tell you, but that's incorrect," Hermione said curtly. "Don't you remember last year when Harry went to Hogsmeade with Cho?"

Ron glared at Harry.

"Hey! Don't get me involved!" Harry said, dropping onto the couch.

"Back me up then."

"On what?"

"Yes, Ronald, what exactly should he 'back you up' on?" Hermione asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ron sputtered, flushing scarlet. "I- I just don't think you should be going out with him, that's all."

"Why?" Demanded Hermione. "Am I fraternizing with the enemy? Or perhaps he's too old for me? Tell me- why is it that every time a boy seems to take interest in my you always have something to say?"

Say it, Ron. Please just tell me you love me so this can all be over. She thought desperately, though she knew it would never come.

Just do it, you prat. She's asking you to. He thought. Then this can all be over.

No, you idiot. Wouldn't you rather just fight with her than never be able to speak to her again?

The pair glared at each other while Harry and Ginny looked between the two as though watching a tennis match.

"Well, are you going to say anything or are we done here?"

"You've changed, Hermione…." Ron said sadly, looking down at his shoes.

"Sometimes people need to change." She said, straightening herself up. "Goodnight, everyone." She said, her voice cracking. And with that she fled up the stairs without a backward glance.

The three sat there in silence. A few minutes passed and Ron got up with a sigh.

"Goodnight," He said shortly, not looking at Harry or his sister.

When they heard the door slam, Ginny also got up, looking slightly embarrassed. What are you sticking around for, Ginny? She thought bitterly. You think he'll take you up in his arms and tell you he loves you? No. He's too good for you. Don't you know that?

"Guess there's no point in sticking around," She said quietly.

Stop her! Harry screamed in his head. But she was already halfway to the staircase. Harry crossed the room in four steps. This is your only chance. You've got to do it right. He grabbed her and turned her around. She gasped in surprise.

"Harry, what're you doing?"

"Shh. I've got to say something to you and I'm really nervous about it." Harry said, pushing his fingers through her hair.

The two stared at each other for a couple of seconds. "Gin, I love you."

Ginny's eyes became wide. "You…you what?"

"I said: I love you, Ginny."

"I love you too, Harry." She said, putting her hands on his shoulders. Harry smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her softly.

After a few minutes, Harry leaned back. "Uh…this means I have to tell Ron now, doesn't it?" He asked nervously.

Ginny giggled "Yeah, I guess it does. Although you could forget about telling him, but that means that we could never do this in case he walks in on us." She said, grinning.

Harry kissed her on the forehead and removed his hands from her waist. "I'll be back in a minute!" He said as he bounded up the stairs.

Ron lay up in bed, feeling miserable. Doesn't she know how I feel! Isn't it obvious? Everyone else seemed to know! Whatever happened to the "smartest witch in our year"?

Just then, Harry burst into the room, gasping for breath. Ron sat up in bed as Seamus, Dean, and Neville poked their heads out from their bed hangings.

"Ron. Ron, I gotta talk to you about something." Harry said.

"What is it?"

Harry saw the other three boys watching and lowered his voice. "Ron, you're my best friend, and you know that I'd never do anything to hurt you or your family, right?"

"Yes…." Ron said suspiciously.

Harry took a deep breath. "I'd like to know if it'd be okay if I dated Ginny?" He finished nervously.

"You want to date my sister! My sister!" Ron yelled, jumping out of his bed.

"Ron, keep it down."

"Ginny's already moving on, is she?" Dean asked.

"Well of course, Dean. This is the famous Harry Potter." Seamus sneered.

"You shut your mouth, Finnigan!" Ron roared. "And you!" He said, rounding on Harry.

"Listen- you don't understand I-"

"No! You don't understand!" Ron said, moving towards him.

Harry cursed and sped from the room. "Uh, Ginny? A little help?" He asked as he jumped from the last three steps.

"What the-Ron! What're you doing!" She cried as Ron chased Harry around the common room.

People began coming out of their dormitories, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Among them was Hermione who surveyed the scene below her with slightly puffy eyes. "Whats going on?" She asked as Ron pulled Harry into a headlock. "Ron! Let go of him! You're behaving like an animal!"

"Hermione! He wants to date my baby sister!" Ron sputtered red in the face.

"I'm not a baby!" Ginny said, stomping her foot.

"You were mine…." Dean said sadly, looking down at the floor.

"Shut up, Dean!" Ron, Ginny, Harry and, Hermione yelled in unison.

"Leave them alone, Ron. At least they have something. At least they can admit their feelings to each other."

"Whats that supposed to mean?" Ron demanded, finally letting go of Harry.

"Never mind, Ron. Explain to me why she can't date Harry. Explain why she can't have happiness.

"I never said that! And because she's my sister. I don't want her to get hurt."

"Ron, you're so thick-headed." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Harry's your best friend, isn't he?"

"Yes…." Ron said, sighing.

"Wouldn't you rather her date someone you can trust?"

"Yes..."

"So leave them alone." She said, turning on her heels and walking back to bed.

Ron glared at Ginny and Harry. "Will you hurt her?" He demanded.

"Of course not."

"Do you love her?"

"Of course I do."

"I'll hex you into oblivion if you ever cause her any pain."

"Of course you will."

Ron glared. "Watch it."

"Sorry…."

"Fine. I guess you have my blessing. Sorry if I hurt you, Harry." He said, looking deflated. "Everyone get back into bed!" He barked. "The show's over!" He stomped up the stairs and threw himself into bed.

Great. He thought. This is just great. My sister and my best friend have love before I do. Maybe Hermione's right. Maybe I should just admit my feelings...And with that he fell asleep.

At the other end of the tower, Hermione gripped her pillow. Everyone has someone to love except me. Why can't I take my own advice?

After everyone finally disappeared into their dormitories, Ginny walked over to Harry. "Did he hurt you?" She asked.

"Not really," He said, rubbing his neck.

"Good. I'm really sorry. That's so embarrassing." She said, looking down.

"Don't worry; I can see why he'd want to protect you. I mean, you're amazing." He said, lifting her chin.

Ginny smiled at him. "So what do you want to do?" She asked innocently. Harry shrugged and smiled sheepishly as he leaned in for yet another kiss.