A/N: this is my r

A/N: this is my second revision of chapter one.

Prologue

Hermione's POV

I couldn't help myself from thinking it as I got into my dress and Ginny zipped it up. Quickly looking at my reflection in the full-length mirror, I sighed, dissatisfied with my reflection and went over to the table in the corner of the small room. On the table were two small but beautiful arrangements of flowers. I picked up the bouquet on the left, which was made with three white Calla Lilies, and handed Ginny the one made with pink and white tulips. The pink in them matched her dress, and she began turning red as I handed them to her.

"Hermione, are you sure you want to go through with this?" she motioned for me to sit down on the small couch that was against the wall opposite the table.

Was she crazy? Did I want to go through with this? Why wouldn't I? If I'd ever had any doubts I wouldn't have said yes in the first place. I looked down into my lap at my clasped hands. I was lying to myself, and I knew Ginny could see through all of my self confidence. "I don't know anymore Ginny. I mean, what if Percy was right? What if he really does? And what will Alex think if I break it off now?"

"I don't know, but we never will if you don't ask how he feels." she took one of my hands and looked at the door as someone knocked.

"Hermione? Are you ready?" it was Ron, and at the sound of his voice I burst into tears. Ginny began to rub my back in hopes of comforting me enough so that Ron would not hear my sobs.

I was in no shape to reply so Ginny did for me, "No Ron, we're gonna need a minute," she continued rubbing and patting my back, it seemed to be working she thought.

"Alright," came Ron's voice again from the other side of the door, "but you might want to hurry or Alex is gonna wear a hole in the floor."

Chapter I Insensitivity and Stupidity

Ron's POV

We were sitting in the Gryffindor common room on the most comfortable chairs by the fire, and it was well past midnight. The only people still awake were Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and myself. Ginny was sitting over in a corner by herself holding Crookshanks on her lap and stroking his long orange fur. Harry had asked her to join us several times over the past few hours, but she always refused saying she was thinking and did not want to be disturbed by Hermione and me bantering.

"'Mione, how do you learn all this stuff?", it's a question I've asked often enough, and yet she never seems to give the answer I want. But hey, that's one of the things I like about her… did I just say that I like Hermione?

"Ron, you ask her that at least once every five minutes or so, why can't you just give up and admit that Hermione's smarter than you and me?" Harry paused for a moment and said, "Ron have I gone bonkers, or did you just call her 'Mione? Are you alright?"

Harry felt my forehead, and I pushed his hand away, "Harry, I'm fine. I just accidentally dropped the 'her' okay? Chill."

"Will you boys stop flirting and start doing your homework?" Hermione looked up at us from her stack of books and parchment.

Harry and I stopped dead. I swear I skipped like 3 heartbeats.

"What? Is there something growing out of my nose?" Hermione pulled a mirror out of her bag and looked at herself.

"Hermione, did you just say what I think you did?" Harry at least was still able to control his vocal chords; I was having trouble controlling normal bodily functions. It was all I could do to keep breathing.

"What? Ask you to do your homework?" Hermione put the mirror away and went back to her potions report.

"No, the part before that." Harry clarified.

"Is it such a shock that I would say something like that? Am I such a stick in the mud that you think I am unable to say anything that isn't a fact or a spell?" she sounded kind of hurt.

"Yes," I could tell that the first word I had spoken with my newly found voice was the very worst one possible, "well not exactly, I mean it was just kind of a shock." And there I go again, you're digging yourself deeper, not helping. I thought. "I mean it just isn't you." I smiled weekly and hoped she wouldn't get mad.

"Then you must not know me very well Ron." I could tell she was trying to hold back her tears as she gathered up her things and ran up the staircase to the girls' dormitories.

"I don't think she seemed very happy about that last comment mate." Harry went back to doing his homework.

"Well you didn't try to help the situation Harry." I said turning to face him.

"And what could I have done to help?" he was avoiding eye contact. He really hates to be stuck in the middle of any of our rows.

I threw myself against one of the big pillows on the couch, and buried my face in it, "I don't know."

Hermione's POV

Yes, I'm sure that statement was a little out of character, but he really didn't need to say that about me, it really hurt.

I lay on my bed and cried for a few minutes when I heard the door open. "Are you okay Hermione?"

I looked up, "Oh it's you Ginny. I thought that maybe Ron had figured out the password that stops the stairs."

Ginny walked over and sat down on the end of my bed. "Nah, he's to dumb to figure that out, even if it is only Lollipop. What's up?"

"Oh, just the usual." I turned onto my side so that I could talk to her.

"Ron hurt your feelings again?" she picked up Jonathan, my teddy bear and started absentmindedly stroking his fur. He was dark brown and wasn't as soft now as he had been when I'd gotten him.

"Yes. He's so insensitive; I don't even know why I like him." Actually you do, I told myself. He's handsome, strong, funny, and an all around great guy. Even if he never does his homework.

"Hermione, you two were meant for each other. He just can't see it yet. And as for his insensitivity, all boys are like that." I knew that Ginny had been having Harry problems lately, and Luna Lovegood wasn't helping.

"I know." I do know that most boys are like that, but I really wish they would change.

Ginny's POV

I was so mad at Ron. How could he hurt my best friend over and over and never notice or apologize or anything?

I went down into the common room to find Ron hitting his head on one of the big orange couch pillows. I sat down next to Harry, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's upset about the row he and Hermione just had. I don't know what's gotten into him lately." I really love the way that Harry is always willing to listen and talk to me. And the way the firelight dances in his green eyes. And the way he looks with his shirt off …

"Oh, let's just say that love is in the air…" was he hinting something?

We sat in silence for a moment and then Harry said, "I'm glad we're not like that Gin."

"Me too." I lied. As I said all boys are insensitive and very stupid when it comes to true love. Even Harry Potter, the boy who lived.