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A/N: This chapter is very boring and quite uneventul. But I was bored when I wrote it. And it'll get better in the future.

While this was going on with Harry and Ron, Hermione had her own things to attend to. Or at least things she should attend to. Such as homework. But no matter how hard she tried to she couldn't get her mind off of those bloody notes.

As she brushed her not-as-bushy-thank-goodness brown hair, she studied her facial features. She was definitely not attractive, but not terribly ugly either. She was just plain. She had freckles on her nose and regular brown eyes and thin lips. What could anyone possibly see in her?

Hermione set her brush down and turned the light off in the bathroom. She climbed into bed and was about to turn off her bedside lamp when she heard Ginny mutter something from the bed across the room. Hermione's hand fluttered from the lamp to her left ear, to hear what Ginny was saying.

Ginny held the teddy bear she slept with every night above her thin, small body.

"Oh, Harry! I love you too!" she muttered as she brought the bear down to her face and kissed it, sucking the would-be life out of it. Hermione bit her tongue to refrain herself from bursting out laughing.

So Ginny fancied Harry. Hermione had always suspected it, and now she knew for sure. And she knew for a fact that Harry fancied Ginny as well. She envied Ginny a bit. She had found that special someone who cared about her and whom she cared about as well.

Hermione shut off her light and lay on her back, staring up at the darkened ceiling. A number of things crossed her mind. One of which was Ron Weasley. He'd been acting differently lately. He hadn't picked a fight with her in ages. The last fight they had was three weeks ago. He was quiet, or at least he was when he was with her. He seemed to be avoiding her, for reasons unknown. Of course, being the smart witch that she was, Hermione would've suspected that Ron was her secret admirer. But, knowing Ron, Hermione knew that it could never be so.

She turned over on her side and saw the outline of her first two notes and flowers. She had found someone who cared about her. Someone who was probably perfect for her. But who it was remained a secret, much to Hermione's displeasure. Well, she would go to sleep and see what tomorrow would bring.

Hermione woke up bright and early the next morning. She had lots to do that day. She had a Potions essay due in a couple weeks, a few tests in a couple days, and she and Ron had prefect duties to attend to. Plus, all of the extra classes she had took up a lot of her time.

Downstairs she waited for Ron and Harry to come down for breakfast. Ginny waited with her anxiously. They chatted and discussed nothing in particular. Random things. Harry popped up randomly in Ginny's side of the conversation. Where's Harry and Ron was what Hermione said the most.

Quite a while later, Hermione and Ginny spotted Harry walk towards them. Ron was not with him. When they asked where he was, Harry answered, "Last I saw him he was writing a letter. Probably to his girlfriend or something."

Girlfriend? Since when did Ron have a girlfriend? Why didn't he tell her? Oh wait. Harry was joking, wasn't he?

The threesome waited for a little bit. Harry and Ginny flirted, too much for Hermione. They left her out completely. Finally she got fed up and stood, preparing to leave.

"Where are you going, 'Mione?" Harry asked.

"I'm gong to go find Ron. He's taking too long. Besides, you two are making me sick."

Harry and Ginny blushed. But they let her go, since they really wanted to be alone. Hermione left the table while Harry and Ginny began to make googly-eyes to each other once again.

She went up into the common room to find it completely empty. Everyone else had gone to breakfast, she supposed. She was about to go up to the boy's dorm, when something caught her eye. It was notebook, lying on the couch near the fire. She recognized it as the one she got Ron for his birthday last year. So he does write in it after all, Hermione thought.

She looked around. Ron was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he went up to the dorm to get something, not expecting anyone to come here during breakfast. She suddenly felt an urge to peek inside. A voice told her no, that it wasn't right. But, another voice contradicted, there wasn't any harm to it. What could Ron possibly write that he didn't want anyone to see? He told Hermione everything. And someone else wouldn't read it. Yes they would, the first voicesaid. But she bought it, the second voice said, she had a right to look in it. That's a stupid reason, the first voice said, that has nothing to do with anything.

Hermione looked around to ensure her loneliness. Even though Ron might show up any second, her curiosity got the better of her. She walked toward the couch where the notebook lay, glancing toward the stairs every few seconds. Her hand made toward the book, then towards her hair, which she tucked behind her right ear. She couldn't do it, but the book kept calling her name. Read me, Hermione. Read me. You know you want to.

She grabbed the book from its spot and sat down nervously. She ran her fingers over the cover and they slid to the opening. It was so tempting. She knew it was wrong. But the feeling in her gut, the feeling that told her something big lay inside these pages, possessed her. That was it. She was going to open it. Just do it, Hermione, she told herself, just do it. She was going to do it, she was going to do it.

"Hermione?" Guess not. It was Ron.

"There you are, Ron. Harry, Ginny, and I were wondering where you were."

Ron looked at Hermione, confused.

"I was writing a letter to my mum, and then I realized that I had lost my notebook. So I started looking for it," Ron replied. "I was writing last night and I guess I got so tired that I misplaced it. Oh," Ron said, noticing the book in Hermione's lap. "I see you've found it."

Hermione looked down. "Yeah. I found it in here on the couch when I came here looking for you." And then, seeing the panic in Ron's eyes said, "Don't worry. I never opened it."

Ron relaxed a bit. "Well," Ron started, "I suppose we should go down to breakfast. Harry and Ginny will be waiting for us."

"Oh, I don't think they'll mind much. After all, they seemed pretty involved in each other..." Hermione's voice trailed off as realization dawned on her. "I am so sorry, Ron. I forgot that-"

"No, it's okay, Hermione. Harry and I talked last night. And I'm okay with it. Anyways, you're right. They need some time alone. What do you say about eating breakfast with me this morning?" Ron asked. "For Harry and Ginny, I mean," he added hastily.

Hermione laughed. "Sure, Ron. We can catch up while we're at it. We haven't talked much lately. Or argued, at least."

Ron nodded and walked over to his best friend. "Shall we?" he asked with a grin on his face as he held out his arm for Hermione to take.

Hermione accepted with a giggle. "We shall," she said, and took his arm.

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