"Yeah, 'Mione?" Ron looked back up at Hermione.

"I need you to find Harry immediately and give him your two-way diary. I really need to speak with him."

"Sure. He put down his quill and went up to the boys' dormitory and returned with his diary in hand. He walked pass Hermione, then walked back to her. He threw his arms around Hermione and held her tight.

"I love you so much, Hermione," he whispered in her ear before releasing her and rushing out of the portrait hole.

Disclaimer: I don't live in Scotland, I'm only 14, and I'm writing a fan fiction. Enough said.

Chapter 12

Ron the Great

Hermione stood in the same spot for three minutes going over what had happened.

"He still loves me?" she said out loud. "After I returned the CD and the rumours about me and David… he loves me."

She snapped out of her little trance and ran up to the girl's dormitory to dig out her diary. After retrieving the diary. She sat on her bed and waited. It was a good half hour or so before words finally appeared on the first page.

(H-Harry) What?

(Hr-Hermione) Are you mad at me?

(H) Is that all you wanted to ask? Why didn't you find me yourself and talk to me?

(Hr) Because I hate seeing the way you look at me. You look at me as if I'm a cockroach or worse, Malfoy.

(H) Well, I have a reason to be mad at you. You and Ron said that you wouldn't leave my side and always have my back, but ever since Christmas you haven't even sat with us.

(Hr) Ron pushed me over the line. I'll still be there for you, Harry. I'm sorry for abandoning you.

(H) How could yo have my back without having Ron's? Are you saying that if I was in danger you would do anything to save me, but if Ron was in danger you would let him die?

(Hr) I would never let Ron die!

(H) But you said you hate him. As far as I'm concerned it's the same thing.

(Hr) What do you want from me, Harry?

(H) I don't want anything from you if you can't figure it out, but I do want you to know something at least.

(Hr) What?

(H) I'm a great actor.

(Hr) Okay…

(H) I know who switched you and Ginny and I know why. I've known for months even before it happened.

(Hr) What! Who! Why!

(H) McGonagall cast the spell. We had a plan. You and Ron always bicker and I wanted you two to be closer if you were going to stand by me in the Final Battle. We thought that if you two w4ere brother and sister and forced you to get along, things would get better. But everything backfired when Ginny and you died. Then, Ron called you a name and you said you hated him. I told McGonagall to give you on you. And then the Australian showed up and made you forget about Ron.

(Hr) But why did we die?

(H) No one knows. McGonagall was about speechless and Madam Pomfrey completely freaked out.

(Hr) So, you did all of that just to stop Ron and I from bickering so much?

(H) Yeah, it's so important that you two are there. And it's as important that you get along.

(Hr) Is Ron with you?

(H) Not anymore. He let and he should be somewhere in the castle.

(Hr) I'm going to try to repair our friendship. If it doesn't work, you can't say I didn't try.

(H) That's all I ask of you.

(Hr) Friends?

(H) Forever.

Hermione closed the diary and put it back into her trunk. After burying the diary at the very bottom, she went back to the common room. Ron had returned and was back working on his homework.

"I see I've rubbed off on ya, Ron. Are you planning to pick up more classes?"

Ron looked at her very Hermione-like, then, his face relaxed again. "I've been working on my impression of you. Have I mastered it yet?"

Hermione frowned. "I do not look like that."

Ron smiled and went back to work again.

"I fancy a walk. How about you?"

Ron lowered his quill. "I better do my homework now then at the last minute."

"Come on, Ron. I'll help you with it later. Take a walk with me or do you want to stay here?"

"Let me just put my stuff upstairs."

Ron and Hermione sat in the stands by the Quidditch Pitch. A few people were goofing off on their brooms while some boys were trying to impress girls by performing tricks. One unfortunate boy flew into the side of the stands and was dragged off by a couple of his friends. Ron sniggered.

"It's not funny, Ron." Hermione jumped up to see if he was okay.

"Relax, Hermione, that's Tommy Woodworth. He does that about every week. He's trying to get on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team next year. Been crashing into the wall all year."

"Poor Tommy. I hope he makes it." She lowered herself back into her seat.

"I doubt he will. He's in fifth year and he's been trying since second."

"I guess he's not meant to fly," said Hermione.

"Just like you."

"I could do it if I was up for it."

"Then, why won't you?"

Hermione sniffed uncomfortably in her seat. She put her hand over her mouth and mumbled incoherently.

"I didn't catch that. Come again?"

Hermione removed her hand from her mouth and concentrated on her feet.

"I'm afraid of…" she trailed off.

"Heights?" Ron finished for her. She nodded but didn't look up.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of. The best way to conquer your fear is to face it."

"What are you talking about, Ron?"

"I followed thousands of spiders into the Dark Forest into a clearing with spiders the size of cars. You are going to fly on a broom."

"What! There is no way I am flying! I-I can't. I admit defeat. Please don't make me do it."

"Follow me." Ron got up and walked along the aisle.

"I'm not following you Ron! I'm staying put!" Ron didn't stop or turn. He kept walking until he was out of sight.

Hermione sat wondering if she should follow him. She finally jumped up and ran out of the stands. Ron was at the bottom with his arms folded.

"Knew you be down. So, are you ready."

"I am not doing it. Today is a friendship repair day. Let's go walk around the lake."

Hermione wrapped her arm across Ron's back. Ron awkwardly put his arm around her shoulders. Hermione noticed how awkwardly Ron felt and she smiled at him. He returned her smile with a lopsided grin.

Hermione looked at all the people around the lake. There were mostly first and seconds years except for a couple kneeling across the lake. The boy looked depressed and the girl seemed to be comforting him. She couldn't make out their faces, but she and Ron would pass them soon.

Hermione rested her head on Ron's shoulder; it had been a long day. They were finally near enough to make out the couple. The girl had long brown hair and the boy had sort of dirty blonde hair. The boy turned and looked at her.

"Oh, crap."

She immediately recognized David's emerald eyes. She let go of Ron and pushed him away. Jenna looked at both of them; however, David's eyes never moved off of Hermione.

"Hermione? I though you weren't friends with him anymore."

"We're just trying to repair our friendship, David."

"Looks like it's a bit more than friendship," Davis muttered, looking away.

"It's my fault. I put my arm around her. She had no choice but to put her arm around me. Sorry."

Hermione thought Ron had gone crazy. He had never lied to save Hermione from trouble. She gaped wordlessly at him. David got off his knees and walked over to Hermione.

"I'm sorry. The library is for studying. It's not an ideal place for a date." He kissed and hugged her. Hermione stood there and let him do it. Jenna was over by Ron.

"Are you still in love with her, Ron?" Jenna half-yelled.

Not a second after Ron nodded, Jenna's hand connected with his face. Ron took it and kept his head turned.

"Jerk! You may have not done anything, but you cheated with your heart. That's just as bad. We are definitely over!" She looked at him as if daring him to speak.

Ron opened his mouth but closed it again. He still hadn't turn his head back. Jenna shook her head and ran off towards the Dark Forest. Ron hung his head and Hermione pulled David aside.

"I need some time with Ron. I have to be there for my friend. You understand. We're just friends."

"Okay. Just remember: he's single, you're not. You could make anyone jealous." Hermione kissed her boyfriend and rejoined her friend.

"You didn't have to do that for me, Ron. I could have faced the consequences of reactions."

"I knew Jenna would be mad already. I didn't want you to lose David."

"But you lost Jenna."

"You know what I was going to tell her? I was gonna tell her that she's a hypocrite. She's still hung up on David. She's trying to make him jealous. I'm cheating with my heart? She was using me!"

"So, why did you like her?"

"Shallow reason," Ron laughed. "She's American. But she reminded me slightly of you. She did care how she looked until we actually started dating. But when she started wearing make-up it was a bit much."

"You have something against make-up?"

"I just like it when a girl doesn't dress herself all up just to impress a guy."

"Seems like you know what you like." Hermione shifted back and forth from each leg.

"Weasleys know what they want. The trouble is getting it."

"But Weasleys are charmers." Hermione took a small step closer to Ron.

"Not always true. Take Percy for instance," said Ron, turning to face Hermione.

"Well most Weasleys are charmers. In know one especially who could charm anyone." She took another step. They were face to face.

"And who is that?"

"Charlie Weasley," Ron's face fell. "I'm kidding, Ron. You are a professional charmer."

Hermione wanted Ron to kiss her, and he looked as if he wanted to kiss her, too. He turned his head and took a step back.

"The Australian gets very jealous of you. I better not."

"You are something Ron. Despite everything that's happened this year, you still love me. And you'll do anything for me."

"As long as you're happy I'm fine. If you're not happy I would do anything to change that."

Hermione hugged Ron for a long moment. I wish you were like this before Christmas."

"Speaking of Christmas…" Ron pulled a small case out of his pocket. "Engorgio!" The CD case grew to it's normal size. It was the Natasha Bedingfield CD. "I found it on my bed the day you met the Australian. I was surprised that you returned it and I was hoping you would accept it again."

Hermione took the CD from him. "Reducio! How'd you know you would have a chance to give it to me?"

"I've been carrying it around."

"You know what? You've been doing everything to make me happy; I want you to be happy. Tomorrow after classes we are going down to the Quidditch Pitch, and you're gonna teach me how to fly. I won't back down."

"You're on. Four o' clock over by the changing rooms."

"I'll be there. I better be off. I've got a load of homework." Hermione started to walk in the direction of the castle.

"Wait, Hermione," Ron grabbed hold of her wrist. "Thanks."

Hermione smiled. Why did Ron have to be so sweet?

I'm not poking fun at any Australians. David is called "the Australian" because at my school there are two Kyles in the band. One is part Mexican so we call him "the Mexican" or "Mexican". It's just a friendly nickname nothing more.

This isn't one of my favourite chapters. It seemed rushed to me. I rushed a little at the end so I could finish this before I do take my exams so I wouldn't have to worry about updating. I took an exam today, and I have two more tomorrow so wish me luck.

If you want to join my community, please tell me. I will gladly invite anyone. It's Ron/Hermione.

I haven't asked any random questions at all in this story so here's one: If you've seen the 4th movie what's your favourite part? My favourite part is when Ron (Rupert) explains how he was actually the one to tell him about the dragons in some weird logic and Harry (Dan) goes, "How could anyone possibly understand that?".

Sorry for calling David "Davis" a few times. Davis is my last name and I kept wanting to type it.

Please review. Again, I really want to send special thanks to my loyal reviewers.

Arrivederci!

Mrs.GerardWay14 (soon to be 15!)