Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. However, I do own the message so if it's crappy blame me. K?

It was Wednesday again, exactly one week after the love of his life received it. Ginny talked about it nonstop; Harry even seemed to be getting interested too. Although Ron observed it wasn't the letter he was interested in. But he wasn't upset. He was too caught up in his own affairs to be concerned with those of his best friend's.

Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Ginny sat at their usual table. Ginny was gong gung-ho over the fat that it was Wednesday and that Hermione might get another S.A. note. And she couldn't be more right. At 8 am exactly the familiar sound of owls were heard and in they came, carrying packages and letters and all things of that sort.

When the owls had cleared, Ron's eyes turned toward Hermione, who was blushing furiously. She had a smile on her face as she read her next message from her admirer.

This message wasn't a puzzle. It was something rather cheesy to say the truth, but Hermione seemed to enjoy it. Ginny was going crazy over it and Harry was trying to say something to Ron. Bu Ron was lost in thoughts of his recent message which Hermione now held in her hands.

This message was cheesy. The cheesiest and corniest of its time. He had cut out a heart and wrote neatly again the following message:

I give you my heart. Please give me yours.

X

And of course he sent a flower. And of course it meant something special. This time it was another rose he had picked while on a walk by himself. With the wild rose he told her that he loved her from afar, though it really wasn't all that far. He supposed it just sounded appropriate.

Hermione's face glowed as she talked with Ginny. Her cheeks were flushed and her brown eyes sparkled with excitement. She was gorgeous.

"Who do you suppose it's from, Hermione?" Ginny asked.

"Oh, I don't know. But whoever it is has an amazing choice of words. Don't you think?"

Ron sighed. He had finally managed to impress Hermione and she didn't even know it. That was just not right. But nonetheless he had made her happy. His eyes shifted from Hermione to Harry, who was obviously so in love with Ginny. Poor Harry, Ron thought, he has no idea what he's getting himself into.

Classes started and lasted all day. He ended up getting detentions in Potions and Transfiguration for not paying attention. But he was paying attention, just not to them. He paid attention to Hermione's adorable seriousness in class and the way she always tucked her hair behind her ears when she was taking notes. He watched her hand shoot up every time a question was asked and every time she looked over her shoulder to give him and Harry a friendly smile. That's what he paid attention to.

That night in the common room, Ron and Harry sat near the fire, discussing random topics. They talked about quidditch, school, teachers, girls, Hermione's note/ secret admirer, and Ginny.

"Did you see how Ginny did during practice today?" Harry commented. "She was amazing. And remember-"

That was the last straw. If Ron heard Harry utter one more word about his sister , surely he'd go ballistic.

"Harry, will you just ask her out already? Geez…"

Harry was taken slightly aback. Did he really talk about Ginny that much? To Ron? How thick could he possibly be? Reading Harry's expression, Ron laughed.

"Harry, you're my best mate. Ginny is my little sister. Obviously, I'm protective of her and of the guys she chooses to date. I don't think there's any guy better for her than you."

"Thanks, Ron."

"Of course, mate. But," Ron threatened, "you break her heart, and I break your neck."

Harry laughed. "Sure. Sounds fair."

They shook hands for whatever reason and went up to bed.