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Upstairs, Ron was in the boy's dormitories, sitting on his four poster bed with the hangings drawn and Harry's invisibility cloak covering him. He didn't want anyone to walk in and see what he was doing. Sure he was being paranoid, but it was necessary.

When he was sure he was alone, he tore open the letter eagerly.

Dear Ickle Prefect,

Although the last time we tried to help you, you rudely declined we decided to give you a break. It was a lapse in our judgment and we're sure to regret it soon. In any case, we've sent you a book that we think you will find rather useful. You owe us big, Ronniekins; don't think we'll forget it.

Mischievously Yours,

Fred and George

P.S. We know we sent it with the regular owls, but we had to have some fun.

Ron rolled his eyes, and picked up the package. He sighed; he needed something big, a book is something Hermione would suggest. Oh well. He thought, as he ripped the parchment off the book. At least it's something.

Ron felt his moth drop slightly. In his hands he held Asking out a Girl for the Hopelessly Hopeless. He began flipping through the pages, feeling doomed when the door burst open. He jumped and hurriedly pushed the book and letter under his pillow before taking off the invisibility cloak. He tried his best to look nonchalant as Harry pulled back the hangings slightly and peered in at him. "You alright, Ron?" He asked, looking concerned.

"Of course!" answered Ron in a high-pitched voice. He cleared his throat. "I mean, of course," he said, returning his voice to normal. "Why do you ask?"

"Well this morning you got a strange package and now you're sitting up here all by yourself for no apparent reason…." Harry said, eyeing his friend.

"Can't a guy get a little alone time?" Ron asked, gruffly, getting out of bed and crossing the room to the door. "Are the girls downstairs? Good." He said, before Harry had a chance to answer.

Shaking his head, Harry followed his friend down the stairs where the four spent a lazy Saturday, sitting by the lake and playing many rounds of Exploding Snap.

That night, Ron ate his dinner as fast as he could. He had spent the entire day anxiously awaiting the time when he could sneak off to a far corner in the library and read the book that Fred and George had sent him.

"Ron, don't eat so fast. You're going to make yourself sick." Hermione scolded.

"Ont orrie." Ron said his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

Hermione looked at him disgustedly. "What did you say?"

Ron gulped. "'Don't worry'." He repeated.

Ron got up from the table. "See you all later."

"Where on earth are you going, Ron? You have been behaving odd all day!" Hermione said.

"Just er…going for a bit of Quidditch practice." He said, backing away from the table.

"Quidditch practice…why wouldn't he wait for me then?" Harry wondered, staring after Ron who had broke into a run towards the doors.

Ron ran all the way up to Gryffindor Tower so he could get the book. "Pumpkin….Pasty…." He said, panting. The Fat Lady granted him entrance and he ran to his dormitory, grabbed the book and hurried back down the stairs and into the corridor. He walked purposefully in the direction of the library, catching his breath.

He was absorbed in the third chapter of the book when someone tapped him on his shoulder. "Argh!" He roared, jumping in his seat and hastening to cover the book with other volumes.

"Ron?" He heard Hermione's voice from behind him.

He turned around and Hermione looked sorry to have disturbed him. Clutching his chest he asked "What're you doing here, Hermione?"

"I just came to do a bit of studying. But the question is, Ron Weasley, what are you doing here?"

"Can't I enjoy a little private time, reading?"

"Of course, but it's…you. You never read."

"Oh, I never read? Just because I don't always have my nose stuck in a dusty old book doesn't mean I don't read, Hermione." He snapped.

"Are you implying that I 'always' have my nose in a book, Ron? Because if you are, you're quite wrong."

"I beg the differ."

"It's 'I beg to differ." She said, a pained expression on her face.

"Oh there you go! Always have to correct me, don't you? Because you know you're smarter than me. Congratulations, Hermione. You're smart than the red-headed idiot!" Ron said, standing up and glowering at Hermione.

Hermione looked taken aback. "What? Ron, I never said I was smarter than you and I-"

"Oh so you do you're smarter than me, do you?"

"Ron, I never said- I was just about to-"

"No, Hermione. No need for excuses. I know what I am to you. Just stupid, poor Ron Weasley. I'm merely a sidekick."

Ron gathered his belongings, carefully hiding The Book, and he stormed out of the library, earning several glares from students doing homework and a burning stare from Madam Pince.

Hermione flopped down into the chair that Ron was just sitting in. Is that what he thinks?She wondered, looking through the random books he had strewn across the table. Even if I did think that, which I certainly don't...What does he care? He doesn't love me. She thought, completely missing the piece of parchment Ron had been scrawling on minutes before she'd walked in. Had she looked down, she would have seen something that definitely would have changed her mind.

R. W.

H. G.