Her hair was like hot chocolate, flowing down over her shoulders, finishing in a beautiful sweep just below her shoulder blades. Her face was like an angel's, cherub lips, a small nose and beautiful almond shaped eyes. She had curves in all of the right places, and she was the belle of the ball at Hogwarts. Hermione opened her eyes. That was how she wished she looks. Instead of hair like hot chocolate, her brown hair was more like the white froth on top. Instead of cherub lips, they were more like bananas than anything else. Her nose was neither big, nor small, more of a medium size, on-the-border type of nose. Her eyes were more almond colored than almond shaped. Her body had not yet filled out, and she was more of a bookworm than a belle. In short, apart from her intelligence, she was utterly average.

It was another grizzly morning at Hogwarts; the grounds were covered with 3 feet of snow, the winds were close to hurricane speeds and, out the window, she could see various owls trying to fight the way up to the castle to deliver post. She scanned the sky, but as far as she could see, her own tawny owl, Ayanna, was not there, either caught up ion the storm or roosting in the owlery. She preferred to think the latter.

She got up and rummaged around in her trunk, looking for some suitable clothes to wear on a Hogsmede visit. Finally, she decided on a plain brown, long sleeved top, a red, turtleneck jumper, her red scarf, jacket, gloves and beanie, and some blue jeans which were suitably worn at the knees, courtesy to her good charm work. After pulling her hair back into a messy ponytail (she had forgotten to wash her hair last night and adding that to the bushy quality hair-not a good combination) she slipped on her thick woolen socks and snow boots and ascended the stairs to the common room, where Harry and Ron were waiting.

She looked at Ron. "You forgot to wear your SPEW badge," She reminded him resentfully. Harry and Ron exchanged exasperated glances. "How many times do we have to tell you Hermione, the house elves like serving people," Ron said.

"Only because they've never been given the chance to have a better life," Hermione argued back.

"Just because you like living like this doesn't mean we all do!" Ron shot back.

"What do you mean by that?" Hermione asked.

"I'm just saying that-"

"Will you to shut up?" Harry interrupted. They both turned to look at Harry. "You two drive me mad!"

"Sorry." Said Hermione tearfully. Ron however, did not want to give up the fight.

"It's only she's being selfish and self centered, not caring about what anyone but herself thinks!" Ron replied hotly.

"So is that what I am!" Hermione yelled, tears welling in her eyes. She turned around and stormed out of the portrait hole. This day was quickly turning into a nightmare.

"Ron," Harry said.

"I know, I know." Ron replied. "It's just that I'm so bloody in love with her!"

"Why don't you tell her?" Harry asked.

"Because then I'll find out she's not in love with me, and I'm not done with our fantasy relationships." Ron replied quietly.

"Come on mate, It'll get better." Harry reassured him.

"Or will it?" Ron replied.

"He just annoys me so much!" Hermione said to Ginny.

"I know. You don't have to live with him." Sympathized Ginny.

"He just doesn't think before he opens his fat mouth!" Hermione said tearfully.

"I know exactly how you feel." Replied Ginny.

"Thanks," Hermione said. "I'm going to Hogsmede. Do you want to come?"

"No." Said Ginny. "I said I'd meet Harry."

"Well, see you later then." Replied Hermione.

At the same time, Ron put on his earmuffs and scarf and set out towards the three broomsticks in Hogsmede.

"They are so in love with each other," Ginny said, as soon as she had sat down with Harry in the common room. "I know." Harry replied.

"Can you remember when you thought that I didn't like you?"

"Yes, laughed Harry, and squeezed her hand affectionately.

"Should we tell them?" Asked Ginny.

"No need." Said Harry, and kissed her full on the lips.

Hermione sat down at a table in the Three Broomsticks, clutching a warm butterbeer. She felt so- She didn't know how she felt. All she knew was that she was seriously annoyed with Ron. Annoyed with a capital A.

And speaking of the devil...

Ron's breath came quick to his lungs. He had just caught sight of Hermione through the window of the pub. He decided he was going to tell her. Now.

"Hey," He said when he reached her table.

"Hey. She replied stiffly. Ron took a deep breath

"I just want to say that... Well, the thing is... That I really, really like you. I think..." he paused. "I think I'm in love with you."

She looked into his eyes, shaking her head. She just couldn't take this at the moment. With NEWT's coming up and in homework up to her neck, she just couldn't handle the fact that one of her best friends was in love with her.

She got up, turned her back to Ron and walked out of the pub.

Be sympathetic-this is my first FanFiction! Feedback and ideas for the plot would be v. much appreciated!