(A/N: here it is! Just so ya know, s/n means sirius's note….instead of a/n meaning authors note? Hhahahahahaha I'm hilarious)

A Note From Sirius Black Slipped Into Ron's Journal (ahem, diary) When He Wasn't Looking

For those of you who are reading this (I mean, that's what people do, right? Read other people's diaries?) I will now give a description of Ron and Hermione's encounter in the hallway that led to their dating. This account will be much better than Ron's version, 'I went to the bathroom and now we're dating.' This will be an account filled with betrayal, secrets, passion, and lust. However, for the sake of any little children who may be reading this, I will exclude all the fiery, lustful details…

Ron strolled down the corridor, deep in thought. He was considering being honest with Hermione…about how he didn't really like Rachael. But that might make Hermione mad at him…What the bloody hell was a bloke supposed to do in these kinds of situations?

Ron heard a loud sniffle and looked around to see a red-rimmed-eyed Hermione crouched next to a suit of armour, looking dejected.

"Hermione?" he asked softly.

"Hi, Ron." He sat down on the floor next to her.

"So," he said. And he didn't have to say anymore, Hermione was already spilling her sorrows.

"Malfoy dumped me. It turns out he was only trying to make some other girl jealous…"

"Oh. I'm sorry. Well, I'm kinda sorry."

I still don't know why you made such a big deal about it, anyway."

"Er…well actually it was because…er…I was kinda jealous, no, REALLY jealous." Hermione looked startled (S/N: this is one of the only times you will ever see some piece of knowledge startling Hermione).

"So jealous, actually, that I, er, kissed Rachael to make YOU jealous," he said quickly before his phobia could stop him. Hermione was silent. Embarrassed, he got up and started to leave. But Hermione grabbed his hand and stood up.

"Ron…"she began, "that thing you said in the boys' dormitory, about a friend of yours? That you loved?"

"Er…" Ron felt himself immensely aware of Hermione's hand in his. "Well…I-"

"Ron," she cut in softly, "were you talking about me?"

The boy felt something inside his mind give, and he felt like he could tell her anything. The phobia was gone.

With a grin, he leaned closer and said, "Yes." Then he slipped his other hand around her and pulled her to him. Then he kissed her.

(S/N: yes, I know this last bit sounds kinda like a corny romance novel, but I just couldn't resist putting it in)