heya sorry it took so long for me to get this one posted but i have good reasons. i went on holiday and when i got back the internet was broken so i couldn't get on for ages. but its all better now so here it is.

Chapter 6: Coming to Terms

"Oh my god! That was so romantic," fluttered Hermione, though glaring at Ron at the same time.

"Oiy, I do romantic stuff!" said Ron picking up on the hint.

"Yeah well. So anyway, was it Malfoy you were with that night? You know, when you were meaning to be taking a shower…" Hermione questioned quickly, eager at getting more gossip.

Staring down at the floor Harry nodded in response. Hermione squealed and ran up to Harry, hugged him then a moment latter informed him,

"I'm so happy for you."

Ron just looked grumpily at the floor.

"Ah is my poor Ronikins feeling left out?" Hermione noted, she ran over to him and sat on his lap giving him a quick kiss.

"No of course I'm not," he spoke quickly though and it was easy to hear the emotion that lingered in his words, something Harry had been dreading…

"Then what is the matter with you?" she asked rage now slight in her tone.

"Well you see, it's like this, I mean…"

"He means he thinks it's disgusting that I'm going out with Malfoy," interrupted Harry seeing quite clearly what his friend was trying to deny.

"Well no not exactly…I mean not really," muttered Ron under his breath. The argument he now foresaw was not going to be a pleasant one.

"You've always hated him," spluttered Harry who was heart as much as he'd like to say he wasn't.

"So have you!" screamed Ron, his ears glowing red the clash of color horrible with his hair.

"No!" yelled Harry but he rethought what he said and suddenly doubt and confusion filled his plagued mind and surged though his stuttering mouth. Though these feelings of unknowing near none as powerful as the rage that was bubbling through him. He struggled for wording. "Well…yes…. But, oh that's different!"

"How is it any 'different,' Harry!"

"Well, its---! Oh I don't know! But what I do know is that I love him!" Harry screamed.

"Well I hate him! So as long as you love him I guess I hate you, too!" and with that Ron stormed out.

Ron's words stung like a cold wind blowing through his heart. As his friend left so did the color in his face. Ron couldn't really have meant that, could he have? There was a short pause but it was quickly filled with a kind voice.

"You should go and talk to him you know." Said the all-knowing Hermione in a way that wasn't at all as cocky as it could have been.

"I know I should…but you heard what he said," mumbled Harry. Trying to hold back the anguish of knowing what he should do but couldn't do.

Hermione looked at him…almost knowingly. But with that comment that had not really meant to be for her comfort she waved and he went to bed.

It was Ron! gasp! no one expected that. well actually it was quite obvious but ahh well. did ya like it? yes? then review!