A.N. Hey everyone: ) Here's the next chapter : )this starts out with Ron in reality, not in the mirror.

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Ron sat there on the couch trying to get the memory of what he just witnessed out of his thoughts. He wasn't positive if she liked him, but he really didn't think she like Seamus. Just as Ron was going to go to the dormitory the portrait hole swung open. Ron turned his head to see Harry and Ginny walking into the common room laughing and talking animatedly with each other until they sat down and noticed Ron sitting across from them with a grave look on his face.

"Ron, look, we were just joking with you out in the field." Harry said thinking that him and Ginny were the cause of why he looked so down in the dumps.

"I mean, we do it all the time and it never seemed to bother you." Ginny said thinking the same thing that was on Harry's mind. "I'm really sorry."

Ron just shook his head. "That's not it." He finally managed say. Harry looked as though a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders but still wondered what was wrong with him. Maybe this has to do with Hermione. Harry thought to himself.

Each of them was waiting for the other to speak, but it never seemed to come. After a few moments of silence Harry opened his mouth but was soon cut-off by Ron who had just stood up.

"I'm going to bed. Night." He said with a sigh and headed up the steps toward the dorm to possibly take out some stress on a certain someone in his dorm.

Harry and Ginny looked at each other, both wondering what was wrong with Ron and why he seemed so depressed when only moments before they were joking with him having a good time. They both wanted to know hat was going on but unfortunately, they wouldn't find out until breakfast the following morning.

Harry sat down next to Ginny at their normal table like he did every morning and started to gather up food on his plate. He had just bitten into his biscuit when he saw it. This confirmed why Ron was so upset last night Right there, in front of him and everyone else was Hermione, not reading a book like usual, but all over Seamus. He choked on his food and Ginny patted him on the back looking more alarmed than she had a second before. Gaining his composure and swallowing the biscuit he spoke up.

"Hermione! What in the world are you doing?" He said hoarsely. Seamus and Hermione broke their eye contact with each other and stared at Harry, Hermione looking thoroughly annoyed.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She retorted back to him. "Come on Seamus." She stood up taking his hand and walked further down the table, though still in sight. Ginny, who had lost her appetite, pushed away her plate and turned to Harry with pleading eyes. Even though they moved down the table, they were still clearly in view.

"You read my mind, let's get out of here." She grabbed her bag and Harry his, and began to walk toward the giant oak doors.

As they were walking out, one of Harry's worst fears came true, as he saw a very tall redhead drudge into the Great Hall.

"Hey mate." Harry said patting Ron on the shoulder. "You know, I think we should head to Transfiguration. Don't wanna be late. You know how McGonagall is." He started to pull Ron back toward the entrance, but Ron didn't move. He couldn't let Ron see this, at least not again. It would destroy him; he knew how much he liked Hermione.

"We have time, and besides I'm really hungry." He started to walk forward but Harry stepped in front of him.

"Oh, sorry Ron." Ron went to move around him but this time was interrupted by Ginny. She said sorry and he looked at them suspiciously.

"Are you guys trying to hide something from me?" He asked them laughing slightly pushing his way between them. After a few steps he stopped, an upset look spread across his face, but vanished quickly.

"Ron, I'm so sorry." Ginny said consolingly from behind him.

"What'd you mean?" He responded back to her. "I don't care what Hermione does, it's her business. Not mine." And with that he walked over to his seat and sat down, every once in a while glancing up and scowling at the two of them.

Harry and Ginny felt a little guilty for leaving Ron at the table alone, but Neville was still there and they really just wanted to leave. They were walking through the halls, munching on some toast, and talking. Little did they know that later that night something either of them would have never expected would happen.

Ginny stopped and looked around. Her and Harry were outside by the lake after classes hanging out and talking about various things, like Quidditch and how upset Ron had been all day. He never was that good at covering up his feelings, Ginny stated a few times.

"Do you hear that?" She asked Harry who had just realized she was no longer next to him.

They both listened in the silence for a while. Harry nodded and continued to glance around, wondering where the small voice was coming from.

"Where do you reckon it's coming from?" They listened again, and Harry looked down at his pocket and slowly pulled out a small glass mirror. Which to his surprise, wasn't empty, but holding the face of one of his best friends.

---------------- In the Mirror Earlier that Morning ----------------

The only noise in the library was the hurried sound of turning pages. She had gotten up extra early to research whatever had happened to her. After it seemed like hours the bright sunlight was pouring into the tall windows, when a very tired Hermione finally found what she was looking for.

"Yes!" She exclaimed drawing the unwanted attention of Madame Pince, who looked up with a dangerous glint in her eye.

"Sorry." Hermione said in a hushed tone, hoping she wouldn't get kicked out of the library just when she discovered a clue to how to get out of that place. She knew there had to be an answer somewhere; she just could never remember a time when a book had failed to help her.

Staring down at the yellowing thin page she read silently to herself the short description that she thought could help her.

Of many ancient myths in not only the Wizarding World, but also in the Muggle, it is one of the most unknown and mysterious. It is said that another dimension lies right before us through the common everyday mirror. The legend states that the mirror doubles, on rare occasion, reveal themselves to their copy and by persuading them to switch places takes their life, and their place in their world.

Hermione stopped reading and sighed. Of course she'd find something that would have helped her before she had gotten herself into this whole mess, but now the information seemed useless to her. Convinced she wouldn't find anything else on the subject when she was so tired, she headed down to breakfast, taking her time in getting there. She figured that she should at least try her idea she thought of the day before, but didn't know how to go about getting Harry's two-way mirror. He kept it on him all day and it appeared that it never left his sight.

She sat down at the Gryffindor Table next Ron and pulled out her favorite book, 'Hogwarts, A History'. She didn't really care that she was acting completely different anymore, she just assumed that her double was doing the same, and thought that she mind as well have a semi-good time being stuck where she was.

"Hermione?" Harry said looking disbelieving at her from across the table. "Are you reading?" Hermione looked up at him and nodded. "You you've really changed over the past week, your not acting like yourself at all. Your doing your homework, your horrible at Quidditch and your reading 'Hogwarts, A History'!" He finished, his voice raised with every word he said.

"Do you have a problem with it?" Hermione asked him simply over her book.

"Yeah, I kind of do, we have nothing in common anymore." The whole time Ron's head was moving back and forth, like he was watching a tennis match, at Harry and Hermione. Hermione shrugged, "Well, maybe we should stop seeing each other, you know 'that way' if you have a problem with it, because I'm not changing." Harry stared at her; he couldn't believe that she just dumped him. He stuttered for a moment but then spoke up.

"Fine by me, but when your sick of reading your stupid books you'll wish you had me back." He stood up and walked away. Hermione just shrugged it off, sighed and went back to reading with Ron gazing at her with a misbelieving look.

But then it hit Hermione. How was she going to get his mirror if Harry wouldn't talk to her?

"Hermione? Could you pass the biscuits?" Ron asked her after he tapped her on the shoulder. Hermione passed them to him but then realized she just found her only hope.

"Ron?" Hermione asked him. "Could you do me a favor?" She was smiling and had a happy glint in her eye. He nodded and she told him what she needed him to do.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked her when she was done explaining. "That's nearly impossible. Why do you need it anyway?" He looked slightly confused awaiting her answer.

"Please, Ron. You're my only hope." She said quietly ignoring his last question and giving him a big pair puppy dog eyes that she knew he couldn't resist.

"Well, Okay. I'll get the mirror."

Hermione beamed at him and gave him a tight hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You're the best friend ever." She said admirably as a small blush crept up on both of their cheeks. She got up and grabbed her bag. "I'll see you in Transfiguration." She then called to him as she started to leave the table.

"No Problem." He said quietly watching her walk away to the wide doors.

----------------- In the Boy's Dormitory, in the mirror------------------

"Hey Harry." He said walking into the dorm, looking around to see if Harry left it lying out. But to his surprise he received no answer, and when he glanced over at Harry's bed, he was fast asleep. But where's the mirror? Ron thought to himself still searching. He walked over to Harry's bed and surveyed the surrounding areas, and there he saw it. The only problem was that it was clutched loosely in his hand. Thinking of what to do he opened Harry's bedside drawer and saw just what he was looking for. Of course leave it to Harry to have a small mirror, he can't stop talking about himself, I guess it's the same for looking at himself too. Ron thought grabbing the mirror and reaching down to grab what he came for.

Harry jolted and turned around on his side mumbling something about saving the world from flying monkeys. Ron stifled a laugh and went to the other side of the bed. He swiftly switched the mirrors and quietly tiptoed out of the dormitory, to give the mirror to Hermione.

"I got it Hermione." Ron said making his way toward her holding it out. Hermione's face lightened and she stood up smiling.

"Thank you so much, Ron, you have no idea how much this means to me." She gave him another quick hug and ran up to her bedroom to put her plan into action.

Luckily her dorm was empty when she went up. So she didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing her. She sat down on her bed and closed the curtains surrounding it just in case, and looked down at the mirror, hoping her plan would work.

"Harry? Are you there?" Hermione said in a hushed tone.

"Harry? If you hear me, please answer." She said slightly louder staring down at her reflection. Just when she was going to give up, she saw, not her own face, but Harry's very bewildered one.

---------------- In Reality ----------------

Harry and Ginny stared down at the mirror and at Hermione. What in the world is going? Harry asked himself. How could Hermione be talking to me on this? This makes absolutely no sense at all.

"Hermione? Wh-what are you … how did you…?" Harry said sounding very confused. She told him and Ginny everything that had happened; leaving out a few things she didn't think he wanted to know. Not to mention how Ginny would react to Hermione going out with Harry. That could be disastrous.

"You guys have to help me." Hermione stated, "You're my only hope to get me back where I belong."

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