Hey! Well, there is not much to say, except to read and then review. So without further ado, it is my pleasure to present to you Chapter 5: Ronald Weasley Does NOT Flirt (Nor Does He Know How To) Enjoy!

P.S. Sorry that this is the first update in months. I apologize. I am very busy, trying to complete hours of homework, and balance flute, tap, jazz, ballet, pointe, basketball, youth group, TVC, volleyball and Soccer, so I have been so busy. And to top it off, my laptop broke, and everything on it was deleted, so when it was finally fixed, I had to rewrite EVERYTHING! AH!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, but I do own the plot and the words that are on this page. I ACTUALLY OWN SOMETHING! YAY!

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"W- Wha- What are you doing here?" I asked her feeling sick to my stomach. I just knew a blush was rapidly covering my face.

Professor McGonagall smiled down at me and then turned to Mrs. Weasley, "Sorry I'm late for lunch, Molly." My favorite teacher gave one last glance at me and walked around the table and sat down next to Mrs. Weasley, across from me.

I looked over at Ron. He had his face shoved to his plate; his face beet red. I looked down at my plate; there wasn't a lot of food on it so I shoved it down. I was so embarrassed about being caught holding hands with my crush and one of my best friends by my favorite teacher. I stood us and walked quickly to my room.

What am I going to do? I mean this is my head of house, my favorite teacher. Plus, I had a reputation to withhold. I mean, seriously, if you look at the past day, fate is completely and utterly against me, because it keeps dealing all the bad cards to me.

I was so wrapped up in blaming fate for every bad thing that had happened today, that it startled me completely when Ginny walked in my room.

"He likes you." I buried my face deeper into my pillow.

"Hermione."

"What?" I replied, a tad on the harsh side, I must admit.

"Ron really likes you, Hermione, but he totally thinks that you don't like him and that you are just extremely annoyed by him."

I snorted.

"Well, this obviously isn't going any where." With a final "humph" from Ginny, she left me lying on my bed with my face buried in the soft pillow.

I laid down in the warm sand, the sound of the rolling waves my lullaby. My (gasp) bikini fit perfect over my long, lean, tan body. My hair curling softly, tumbling down my back. I stood up. There Ron was, his muscular body clad in blue swimming shorts. He ran his hand over my arm, catching his hand in mine.

Gently, he pressed his soft lips on mine, then carefully pulled away as we began to walk, the waves washing over our feet.

Expertly Ron pulled me down into the sand (A/N: No, they are NOT going to shag. Abstinence is something I strongly believe in and I don't think Hermione, or Ron for that matter, would do something like that. I am not however, trying to get you to believe the same thing as I do. It is my opinion and it doesn't have to be yours) He pressed his lips against mine, softly at first and then harder and harder.

"I love you, Hermione."

"I love you, Ron."

Ron shook my shoulders.

"Hermione."

"Uhhhhh…."

"Hermione!"

I was looking at Ron, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared and in his place was Ginny. Ginny's smirking face. That's it, I am going to bewitch a shirt that says 'I hate fate' big and large for EVERYONE to see.

"Did you have a nice daydream?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, a blush rising rapidly on my face.

"Yes, you were moaning like there was no tomorrow. And you said, I quote you, 'I love you, Ron' end quote." As Ginny said this, she made air quotes with her fingers on either side of her head.

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

I rolled over, as I rolled my eyes. Ginny gave me a desperate look and sighed. "Fate hates me, I hate fate."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"You're playing the blame game."

"Whatever."

"Yep, whatever."

"Ron! You don't understand. She LOVES you." An exasperated Harry said for what seemed like the millionth time.

"I'm not falling for that. I'll just get hurt." Ron shook his head.

"You sound like a girl with all that 'I'll just get hurt' crap. You do know that, right?"

"I don't care like when it's just you around. I mean, it's just you."

"Thanks, Ron."

"No problem."

"DO SOMETHING! You and Hermione are crazy about each other. You're just too bloody stubborn to do anything. You held hands this morning, for Merlin's sake!"

"But look what happened- McGonagall turned up."

"Try giving her compliments!"

"I do."

"Sure, Ron, sure. Just be yourself. And everything will be fine. Just do some mild flirting with her, that's all."

"Well, if you want me to be myself, then I cannot flirt. Ronald Weasley DOES NO FLIRT! And really, would Hermione WANT me to flirt with her!"

"Just try it." (A/N: Never give in to peer pressure, unless, of course, it is for your own good. )

"Fine."

"Great!"

"One problem, Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Harry- I don't know how to flirt."

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Well, we have some work to do."

"I am NOT doing my school assignments at a time like this. No way."

Harry let out a sigh.

There was a knock on the door. Ginny sat up.

"Come in?"

The door opened and then Professor McGonagall was there. She poked her head in the room. She looked my in the eye.

"You do realize that I know people aren't perfect all the time. Even you, Hermione. We can and should be comfortable publicly expressing our feelings for one another, without being embarrassed. ' She spoke her last word, then shot the door once again.

Ginny laughed, "Even McGonagall can tell that you two have feelings for each other!"

"Well, McGonagall isn't exactly stupid, either." I replied tartly, while I groaned inwardly.

'Was I that obvious?' Thoughts flooded through my head. 'I mean, even McGonagall can tell that I like Ron. Does he like me? No, that isn't possible, after all, he'

'Earth to Hermione!" Ginny said, waving her hand in front of my scowling face. "What's up? Don't say 'nothing' , because I know it is something. Spill. Now."

I opened my mouth to give a witty reply, when Ginny held up and a hand and said, "Wait! Don't tell me, it's Ron."

I closed my eyes for a minute. When I opened my eyes, all I said was, "Yes."

" I figured as much."

"How so?"

" The gaze with the half open mouth, and the faraway look in your eyes is a dead giveaway."

"Yeah?'

"Definitely."

I studied Ginny's expression for a second, "Really?"

"Yep."

"Honest to Merlin? Godric? Helga? Salazar? Wait he wasn't honest… Rowana?"

"Yes, yes, yes, no, and yes." Ginny sighed, rolling her eyes and giggling.

"Are you sure?"

"YES!"

"Do you think Ron knows?"

"Well, I know he is a trifle daft, but seeing as he held your hand this morning, that would have to be yet another yes."

"Greeeeaaat."

"Actually, it is. At least he knows you like him now. Is that such a bad thing?""'

" Gee, um, let me think. Uh, HELL YEAH!"

"I don't see your point, Hermione."

"Think back to when Harry found out you liked him." A sly smile crossed my features. There was a pause.

"Now I see your point."

"Exactly."

"Hmmmmm……."

"What!" I asked, panicked. Ginny had that look in her eyes. The one that meant that no good would come out of this for me.

Then came the words I dreaded.

"I have an idea."

Again, sorry for the delay in this chapter. I will make a better effort to update more frequently from here on out.