"Five more minuets Mum…."

Ron said as he felt a nudge on his leg. Ron rolled over to stop from being bugged. He sighed, and underestimating the width of the couch, Ron fell on the floor with a loud THUD! He rubbed his head and looked up to see Harry again standing over him.

"Why is it that when ever I wake up or get hurt… you're there?" Ron asked with an eyebrow raised. Harry chuckled at him.

"Impeccable timing"

Ron looked around. Where is she? He thought. He turned to Harry and asked him.

"Hey where's Hermione. I need to talk to her…"

"um… She left really early this morning. She said she had some things to straighten out" Harry nodded and held out his hand to Ron.

Sighing, a sigh of reluctance, Ron took Harry's hand and stood up. Harry was the best friend he had ever had, as was Hermione. But Ron wanted so much to be more than a friend to Hermione. He looked at Harry, his best friend…who had a secret. But for once Ron knew not what it was. He looked at him questionably, what could Harry be hiding from me? Ron thought. Beginning to get lost in his thoughts for the millionth time since he had arrived at Hogwarts again, Ron began to reminisce on the past few days events. He ruffled his hair realizing something; Ron grabbed his coat and bustled out the door. -

"SHIT…" Ron muttered approaching the portrait hole "I've been paying for my room at the Hogwarts Hotel for the past 3 days…That place is bloody expensive!" Ron ran out the portrait hole, leaving Harry in the Common Room.

Ron ran up the dank halls to the third floor corridor. The memories of his first year: Fluffy, Hermione, Snape, Quirrell, Hermione, V…He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named….Hermione. How she had stayed with him on the chess board. How she was so cute when she yelled at Harry and himself. A smirk played across his face, as he continued into the forbidden corridor. He turned the knob and walked into the dust, stuffy hall. Lost in thought, Yet again, Ron trailed into an old classroom. It was even more stuffy in there. He listened closely to hear a faint growl. Looking up, and coming back to reality he saw that he had walked into his old "pal" Fluffy. Gulping softly Ron quickly ran out the door and locked it.

"Now I know why this is blocked off again…"

Walking back down the corridor the familiar witch he opened the hump of the witch and slipped down into the passage way to Hogsmead. Walking along the still cold dark corridor, the tip of his wand his only source of light Ron trailed down. Ron pulled his coat around him tighter. It's really cold down here He thought. He then realized yet another thing.

"Why the hell am I walking?" Ron muttered, his voice echoing down the passageway. He rolled his eyes slightly and quickly Apparated out and into Room 56. Scanning it lightly Ron smiled, clothes were everywhere, the room was a sty. Ron rolled his eyes and took out his wand. He cast hid Oh-Too-Familiar Neat and Tidy spell he had learned as a kid.- Grabbing his now neatly packed suitcase Ron shrunk them and put them in his pocket. Why pay 20 Galleons a night when Sinstra gives it for free? He thought haughtily.

Wanting to take a little stroll around Hogsmead, Ron walked down to the lobby and up to the doors which swung open as the clerk at the desk said cheerfully "Thank You Mr. Weasley. Please come again" The air outside was damp from the rainstorm a few days ago. Striding down the puddle streets, looking in the windows of his childhood, Ron smiles. This place was great. Ron scanned the surroundings he spotted a familiar red-head. Running to catch up, he noticed she was with a dark haired lad…holding hand. Ron's ears began to burn. Who is with MY SISTER???? Ron thought angrily. He noticed that dark hair. It was HARRY.

Ron taking a minuet to think about it, decided he was going to play detective. He wanted to find out what Ginny and Harry were hiding. Ron followed a safe distance behind the two of them. He cringed as they reached to hold hands. They were so cute it was nearly nauseating. Ron follow closely, He watched as the made their way into the Three Broomsticks. Harry and Ginny parted so that Harry could get them butterbeers. Feeling that this was the opportune moment, Ron made his way to sit in a dark corner with his back facing them. He heard Harry sit the drinks on the table and then sit down himself. Ron listened as he heard Ginny sigh.

"I don't know how we're going to tell Ron" She blurted. Ron's ears perked up to listen more.

"Gin, We don't need to tell him…until you're ready" Harry replied to her. Ron growled lightly They damn well better tell me! He thought.

"But look at where this is going, It's already gone too far in lies." Ron could tell Ginny was about to cry.

"Don't worry Gin, We'll…." Harry had paused. They'll??? They'll??? Ron was way to eager to find out what they were up to than he should have been. Ron could tell Harry was searching around the room. "Gin, lets go somewhere more private…"

With that Harry and Ginny left. Listening for the little jingle of the bell at the door, Ron looked over his shoulder to make sure they had left. Standing up abruptly Ron tried to make his way through the maze of tables. His robes kept getting caught under his feet and before he knew it. FWAP!! Ron tripped over his robes and landed on the ground. Groaning lightly Ron began to get up steadying himself. Ginny and Harry are getting away… He thought. He tried to run out the door but a.) too many people were crowding him. You know him being the coolest Keeper in all Quidditch.

b.) He could barley see straight. He finally made his way out the door with much difficulty, when he looked around he saw they had disappeared.

"Damn…" He muttered.

Around fifteen minuets later, Ron found himself wandering the Hogwarts halls yet again. He approached the Fat Lady, feeling solemn he muttered the password and walked into the Common Room. His thoughts were elsewhere than what he was exactly doing. He began to walk up the stairs to the Dorms, when he heard a faint crying. Turning to see who the poor soul was, he saw that it was no poor soul at all. But his beloved Hermione. Running over there he knelt in front of her.

"Hermione? What's wrong??"

Hermione lifted her face to him, her tear-stained cheeks glistened in the fire light. She flung her arms around his neck embracing him in a hug.

"Ron I'm so sorry!"