Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling is the genius behind Harry Potter. (that goes for chapter three as well... whoops)

Author's Notes: Ok so this is Chapter Four. I tried to make it significantly longer. I hope everyone likes it. Thanks to Iswearitwasme for reviewing. Thank you for your kind words. This chapter is dedicated to you. Don't forget to review please. Tell me your thoughts, good or bad. Enjoy!

"Hey mate…" Ron said to Harry as he walked into his room.

"Why d'ya look so down Ron?" Harry inquired.

"It's Hermione. I was going to talk to her and she just slammed the door in my face. I tell ya mate, I don't even know why I try sometimes."

"Maybe I should go talk to her…"

"I dunno mate, you can sure try."

With that said, Harry walked to Hermione's door. He was so excited he would finally get the chance to talk to her alone, but at the same time, he felt like he was ready to vomit. After knocking three times, and then another three times, and then another three times, Harry began to get impatient and started walking back toward his room when he heard Hermione open her door.

"Harry, was that you knocking?" Hermione asked, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"Oh…yeah. Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Oh it's quite all right. I must've dozed off during my reading or something. Come in." Harry entered her room and took a seat on the bed.

"I…" he began nervously. His palms began to sweat and he began to feel lightheaded, but he knew he had to do this.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier," he stumbled out.

"Oh! Well all right. Do you mind explaining what earlier was all about?" He knew she'd ask that and he was more surprised at the fact that he didn't have his answer put together coherently.

"All right, so… I started thinking about you and dreaming about you…"

"You dreamt about me?"

"And thinking about how beautiful you are with the captivating eyes and cascading hair…"

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"And then I started to realize that what I was feeling was love and then I started to feel all horrible because I knew Ron was going to ask you to be his girlfriend…"

"You love me?"

"And then I sorta blurted out 'I love you' but I thought I was just thinking it…"

"Harry stop! Take a breath! You talk to much." And with that Hermione reached and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek and then whispered ever so softly in his ear, "it's ok because I love you too." The sensation of her warm voice against his ear sent a cold shiver down his spine. It was enough to make him involuntarily shiver as if he was standing on a cliff and a cold breeze clipped his body.

"This has to be one of the greatest days of my life, and you know how rare those are with me," Harry said enveloping his beloved in a warm embrace. Laughing aloud, Hermione returned the hug and said, "There's a lot more where that came from…"

"What the bleeding hell is going on here!" a very distraught Ron said upon seeing the comforting hug the two were sharing and the way the two were moving in for a kiss before he walked in.

"For Merlin's sake Harry, I asked you to go talk to her, not to bloody snog her!"

"Ron, now wait just a minute!"

"You always have to have everything don't you? Girls, fame, fortune…"

"Ron, let us explain!"

"You knew I wanted to ask Hermione to be my girlfriend…You knew!"

"Ron, it was my choice!" Hermione bursted in.

"Ya know what…Sod off…the both of ya." And with that Ron stormed off to his room, presumably locking the door behind him.

"Well I never…" Hermione exclaimed, baffled that Ron exploded like that.

"It's ok Hermione…He just needs some time," Harry said running a hand through her beautiful, cinnamon hair.

Ooo, that feels nice. A girl could get used to this. Hermione thought.

"But we need him…we can't find the rest of horcruxes without him," Hermione stated returning to reality.

"I know 'Mione….I know.