Oops! I haven't added a disclaimer until now! So… to my disappointment I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters (although I wouldn't mind owning a sweet boy like Ron). That's ok though, no hard feelings toward JKR… she's incredibly brilliant.

Ron POV

"Ginny.. come ON!" I pleaded for what seemed like the millionth time.

"Ron, no… I won't be your spy! Hermione is my friend. Why won't you just man up and ask her yourself?"

I could see this wouldn't be an easy task. I was desperate to know if Hermione would ever think of me in the way I thought of her. My mind went hazy for a moment just thinking about her..

"Ron! Snap out of it. If I were her I probably wouldn't like you simply because you are such a coward sometimes!" My face grew red and I looked at my lap in stunned silence. "Oh Ron, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Ginny had a true look of apology on her face.

"All I want you to do is drop some simple hints, my name here and there, find out exactly what she thinks of me. Its not so hard, Ginny." I looked at her with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster. Ginny sighed.

"Fine. But just once! And you owe me."

"Thank you, thank you! For a sister, you sure are brilliant!"

Later that day I dragged Harry away from Hermione and Ginny during lunch and sat a distance away. I kept glancing over at them every five seconds, wringing my hands in anticipation.

"Ron, what in the bloody hell do you keep staring at? Why didn't we go sit by the girls?"

"Shh! Hold up a bit." The girls were getting up from the table and about to leave the room. Ginny broke off from Hermione at the door and walked toward me with an annoyingly unreadable face. "Well?"

"Hi Harry." Ginny gave a brief girlish glance his way, and then looked at me. "Well what?"

"Oh come off it Ginny, you are having way too much fun with this. Just tell me!"

"What is going on here?" Harry looked completely confused, and Ginny giggled at his expression.

"Oh please, don't tell me you didn't know that our Ron here has an amazingly obsessive crush on Hermione!" I cursed my damn pale skin as I blushed for the hundredth time this week.

"What? Since when?" Harry glanced at me with surprise.

"Why is it that boys are so utterly dim when it comes to girls?" Ginny said this with a hint of exasperation that made me wonder if she was only talking about my situation or if she meant something more. I shook it off.

"Lets go Ginny, tell me what you know."

"Ok Ron, but I'm sorry to say that I'm not sure you are going to like what you hear.."