Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Harry Potter. Wish I did, and hopefully will when I dominate the world... LOL I'm just kidding! :)

A/N: YAY!!! I finally updated again!! OK, OK, you can yell at me all you want. I know I didn't update exactly according to my schedule... but still, I was only a week off! And still ... YAY I updated!!!! LOL ok I think that you all waited long enough and so here is the next chappie!!! :) :) :) :) :) Also before I go, a GINORMOUS thank you to all my reviewers!! You always put a smile on my face!!!!!! Alright, alright, here's what you came for, hope you enjoy it!

CHANGING IN MORE THAN ONE WAY

CHAPTER 3: HARMLESS ADVENUTRES IN A FLYING CAR

The next morning, Ron woke up to the ever so lovely sound of his mother screaming his name from downstairs for him to get up. He sluggishly got out of bed, went to do his business in the bathroom, and then quickly got dressed and made his way downstairs in to the kitchen to find his dad all set for their trip to #4 Privet Drive. He mumbled what sounded like a "good morning" but for all anyone knew it could have been an "I'm hungry" as the first thing he did was sit himself at the table and start to shovel the food his mother had made for breakfast, into his mouth.

"Now Ronald, dear, don't eat too much or you'll get a stomach ache for sure," his mother reminded him lovingly.

Ron attempted at answering her but couldn't as his mouth was full of food.

"I suppose that should be enough breakfast for you then son?" Mr. Weasley spoke as Mrs. Weasley removed his plate and placed it into the sink

"I suppose," Ron answered rubbing his eyes as he was still so very tired. He managed to stifle a yawn.

"Well then we better get going if we're going to be there before noon."

"You better be there before noon. I mean it would be all fine and dandy if you just take your time while poor Harry is probably being starved over there by those terrible Dursleys." Mrs. Weasley managed to say very quickly as she shooed the boys outside into the flying car (she was basically the only one in their family who believed that Mr. Weasley had actually "found" it) and waved them off as they switched on the invisibility booster and made their way into the sky.

For most of the ride, Ron fell asleep as his Dad drove on making small talk as he believed Ron to be awake. But after he had asked Ron a question for about the tenth time and still received no answer, he gave in and realized that those were indeed snores.

As Mr. Weasley turned his attention back to the skies and on their route towards their desired destination, Ron was having his own adventure with his head in the skies, his mind forming a descriptive dream.

It started quite vivid, almost as clear as day (A.N: Please forgive me for all of the clichés), where he could see a bright blue, cloudless sky looking down on the brilliant green grass that formed a yard. And in the middle of said yard lay a gorgeous tall willow tree. And keeping in mind this willow tree had to be the exact opposite of the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts. It was graceful and soft and well, just plain beautiful. But to Ron a creature of even more beauty lay lying down with her back resting on the tree, in front of her was placed a red plaid blanket. Keeping the blanket from being blown off the ground from the slight breeze in the air were bunches of the most delicious food you could ever lay your eyes on.

"Please pass the sandwiches Ron," the Aphrodite look-a-like asked him.

"Sure thing, Hermione," he responded as he passed what she had requested. He felt amazing just then, basking in the sun his arms around Hermione, the two of them being nothing but happy.

They sat there for a while making small conversation as they ate. Through their entire meal they kept their eyes on each other the entire time. Then as they were both full and were just sprawled on the neat grass holding each other, there faces seemed to be attracted towards each other by a an strong, almost magnetic, force. Their heads leaned closer, then closer, and closer, until-

"OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! IT'S ACTUALLY HIM!" was screamed not too far into the distance. Hermione and Ron quickly drew apart from each other and angled their heads in the direction of all the noise, to see what all of the commotion was about.

In the distance the two of them could some guy being hurdled by a bunch of teenaged girls. He must have been some heart-throb celebrity or something like that, as why else would all of those girls be going crazy for him? Ron could soon see a pair of all too familiar looking faces. He was shocked if anything by these two people he saw. For this heart-throb guy was to be none other than Harry. And who was the girl who Harry had his arm around the entire time while he was pushing off the others? Why none other than the most popular person this side of Great Britain, also known to Ron as his little sister. (A/N: remember how Ron was going, what has my sister suddenly become the most popular person this side of Great Britain? In an earlier chapter I believe... just in case you forgot and were confused by that part)

But what was shocking Ron the most was that Hermione, who had just spent a breathtaking moment with him, was now joining the group of girls screaming for Harry. The first thing Ron heard Hermione say to him was,

"Is it really THE Harry Potter? Why, he is so famous and everyone knows of the amazing things he's done! He has to be one of the bravest people on the planet!"

And Ron was just about to remind Hermione that the two of them were basically always with Harry for most of his adventures helping him on the way, but then her last sentence came and really left a stinging mark.

"And best of all, he is incredibly rich!" she gushed as she made her way over to him.

Ron just sat there and stared in disgust as Harry told Ginny to "take five" as he put it and then wrapped his arm around a now very frivolous and giggly Hermione and walk her towards a secluded area, still a trail of wailing girls following.

Now meanwhile, back in reality and not in Ron's head, Mr. Weasley was trying very hard to make a landing at #4 Privet Drive without causing a riot for muggles around to see. Creating bunches of bumps and shifts as he finally made his way down on the pavement, and a loud groan could be heard coming from Ron who was now very obviously just waking up from his own little nightmare. Finally realizing where he was didn't seem to raise his spirits when he considered his strange dream. This was, well, strange, considering he had no flipping clue as to what his dream could have meant. As he was pondering through these thoughts, he realized that he must be still half-asleep, as they were making their way up the steps of #4 Privet Drive and were knocking hard on the door hoping someone would hear them, and he hardly even noticed any of it happening.

The door then flung open as Harry' messy raven head flashed into their sight as he quickly dragged his trunk down the steps.

"Hello Ron, Mr. Wealsey, I say we better hurry up now and get a move on," and then quickly glancing back at the door that he had just so hastily left from he added, "umm, there's really no point for greetings, after all they've already met you once before, am I right?" he made a feeble attempt to get everyone to laugh as he quickly put his trunk in the back of the car. For some reason he kept on glancing back at the front door of the house. Just as everyone was seated safely into the car and were about to take flight, the front door once again flung open, only this time with a red and purple faced Vernon Dursley shaking his fist at the car now hovering in the air, as he yelled,

"And where the bloody hells do you think your going boy?! Don't you dare leave with those People! Are you listening to me?! I said come down here! At once!"

The ramblings continued as he made his way closer to the flying car trying to desperately to grab on to Harry. But luckily the three passengers in the car were able to fly out of his reach just in the nick of time and were soaring their way back towards the Burrow.

Ron stared at Harry in disbelief before asking,

"You mean to tell me that you never told them about coming over? And that they had no idea?"

Harry gave a meek smile before answering,

"I told you it was hell there in the letters didn't I? Like I could walk in and ask them for something I would enjoy and they would gladly let me have it. Actually it was Ginny who suggested me do it this way in one of her letters,"

At this Ron froze as he remembered his dream and was determined not to say anything and fought hard to keep his eyes in front of him or looking out the window into the sky, instead of looking into Harry's face.

"Well I wish you guys could have at least given me the pleasure of knowing about this little operation over here. It would have helped loads more you know. But oh well, I suppose boys will be boys, and Ginny, ah, well, she'll always be Ginny, I suppose." Mr. Weasley rambled as he chuckled to himself.

Ron kept mostly to himself for the ride back to the Burrow, and only talked to Harry with a neutral monotone expression and only when Harry talked to him first. The entire ride, his mind was fixed on his dream. He knew it; he absolutely knew it and always had known it. It was obvious but he didn't need his dream to slap him in the face with the knowledge. Harry was better than him, that he had always known, and he had always suspected that Hermione had liked him better for all of his amazing traits. I mean, the guy was famous; what person didn't know his name? And he was indeed coming out of his shell and was definitely good-looking, probably more so than himself, even after all of his Quidditch practices. He almost laughed at himself, what made him think that a few Quidditch practices would make him almost equal to Harry? Like he could hold a candle to the guy. And then there was the biggest difference, the one that hurt the most, Harry's money. He was rich; Ron knew that and didn't need reminding of that factoid. He himself probably only owned about one tenth of what Harry had, probably even less. Ron wondered about why Harry was even friends with him.

'Must be only out of pity,' Ron thought sourly to himself.

And then he brought himself to another big part of his dream that had bothered him dearly. How come Hermione was in his dream? Why did he see her as he did in it? He knew one thing, he had liked whatever she was in it, and he liked it a lot. Now that thought, though he enjoyed it, was a very unsettling one. I mean, it was Hermione, the mental one he had for some reason befriended in First Year with Harry. What was up with the dream and all of the little thoughts he had been having lately about Hermione? He shouldn't be having those feelings at all for her! But alas, there was nothing he could do, he had the dreams and the thoughts, and they left him with a weird feeling, a feeling that had yet left him, a feeling that had increased during the dream. The only problem, he was too thick to realize what that feeling was.

He continued to think about Hermione for most of the trip, continuing with his one word replies to Harry's answers. Inside he knew he shouldn't be mad at Harry, I mean after all it wasn't the poor guys fault what went on in Ron's subconscious now was it? But the only thing Ron could focus his mind on right then was Hermione. And then he focused on not thinking about Hermione. But then that got him thinking about if she ever thought about him. And then he would hear Harry say something to Mr. Weasley, and he would think bitterly that she was probably thinking of Harry instead of even having the tiniest thought about him. He had no clue as to how wrong he was about that. But more on that subject later.

As his thoughts were still desperately clinging to Hermione, he heard her name escape form Harry.

"What about Hermione?" he asked rather hastily as he spun his head around to look at the raven-haired boy.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Harry responded, quite shocked that Ron had actually managed to say more than two words to him. He was quite relieved in truth that he had finally talked to him. Harry had the utmost strangest feeling that he had done something to upset him. But how could he, he thought to himself. After all he hadn't seen him for so long. Then he thought of Ginny and realized that he must be ticked off with his new found infatuation for her. He decided that he should try harder not to mention both of their names in the same sentence for a while longer before Ron could become more adjusted to the idea

"Well you were just talking about her weren't you? I mean I did just hear name didn't I?" Ron asked Harry, as his eyes narrowed to an almost glare stance.

"Oh yeah, that," said Harry as he scratched his head, "Well I was just saying how I couldn't wait for it to be me, you and Hermione, you know all back together for another exciting year!" he finished with a false cheery tone as he said that last part. Oh yeah, a real exciting year it had been last year. Hi closest thing to a real family member gets swiped away from his life into an early grave... not even his grave...an early veil. A dark shadow immediately enveloped Harry's expression as his smile soon faded.

Ron's entire body immediately filled with guilt and sympathy for Harry. Sirius, he thought glumly. What kind of a friend was he being, he asked himself, blaming him for something he has nothing to do with! And all because of what... some alien thoughts about Hermione that he had no idea meant? It was crazy, Harry needed him as a friend more than ever, and the least Ron could do was not avoid him, for something he couldn't explain, and after inviting him to his house. Ron immediately flashed a prize winning grin at his fellow roommate for the next year. (A/N: Am including the month at the burrow and the academic year at Hogwarts in this statement)

"Your bloody damn right this is going to be an amazing year! Don't you remember in my letters me telling you about my extra Quidditch training?" his chest began to swell at this last part out of pride, "I honestly have gotten really good. We are going to have to do nothing else but practice this last month!"

"Well I don't know about that. We better just fit in non-stop practice for the next few days until Hermione comes. I mean she isn't exactly the greatest fan of playing Quidditch. But we'll definitely fit it every chance we get, for sure mate," Harry replied as relief fell all over him. He was ecstatic that whatever it was that he had done to get Ron so mad at him, Ron had at least started to forgive him and was now again on speaking terms with him.

The two of them chatted animatedly for hours as Mr. Wealey would often step in adding his own two cents to whatever it was they were talking about. Time passed by quickly as the two quickly caught up with anything that came to their minds. Like when Harry explained all of the pranks and mischief he connived for the Dursleys during the time of only a month. One thing could be concluded, he had kept himself very busy for that one month. Also Ron filled Harry in about the goings on in the family, how the twin's joke shop was starting out, etc, etc. Soon in hardly any time at all, or so it seemed to the two sixteen year olds, they were both finally at last home.

Now going back to a matter that was pushed aside for the moment, little did Ron exactly know, that at that precise moment, a very particular person whose name was mentioned quite frequently in this chapter, was thinking of Ron and whether he was thinking of her at all. I think we could all answer that one for her.

A/N: There you go! How was it? I hope that you enjoyed it very much indeed!!! Kind of on the fluffy side huh? Well at least it was fluff before it turned into Ron's nightmare and everything. Also in case anyone was confuesed...in the letters in the first chapter, Harry is just annoyd at Ron for his reactions to Ginny's letters...he wasn't really mad...just to clear everything up:) .... I'm not exactly sure on a set date for the next update...so you're just going have to bear it with me, as I figure everything out. I mean I'm still not even sure of the format I'm going to have for it. I'm undecided on whether the next chapter should be in Hermione's point of view, or I should just go on about Harry's arrival at the Burrow, and maybe including some Harry/Ginny action in there while I'm at it, or maybe if I should do the last idea I just wrote, and then also include Hermione's arrival at the Burrow in it. Right now I'm at a crossroads between the first idea and the third idea I had. Tell me what you think, it's much appreciated!!!! So I hope to have the next chappie up ASAP, but I'm afraid that I cannot make any promises. Hope to be posting soon!