A/N: Hello all. I've just realized today that for the last two chapters we have seen everything from Ron's point of view and nothing from Hermione's. I feel it is essential that we all get a look at the things that are going through Hermione's mind, as well.
We need to know how she actually feels about Ron. I know that I have hinted as to what her feelings may be, but she has yet to come right out and say it, so here it goes……

Meanwhile, while the Ron and Harry were having "boy talk . . . "

When Hermione had finished climbing the never-ending parade of stairs up to the girls' dormitories, she felt a new wave of tears threaten to wash over her. 'I can't go in there like this. What would they say? Hermione Granger, crying over a boy- and Ron Weasley, of all people,' she whimpered to herself. All the girls seemed to be in their rooms for the night, because the hallway was empty. Hermione could still hear the usual whispering and giggling that's customary when girls are "going to sleep."

Just as Hermione was trying to conceal the tears that were threatening to seep out of her sore ducts and into her liquid brown eyes and brave the kerfuffle that was occurring inside the dormitories, she heard Lavender Brown say in a louder tone than was necessary, " . . . so after that, he told me he absolutely adored my hair when it's in a plait. He said it brings out my eyes and shows off my pretty face."

After Lavender had made this rather proud statement, Hermione heard the other three girls in the room break out in soft a clatter of giggles. Lavender went on.
"But I told him that I preferred to wear my hair down, so he could rake his fingers through it anytime he wanted to, but he told me that he could find something else to do with his fingers, besides run them through my hair!"

The giggles multiplied and the volume increased. There was an abbreviated pause, then Hermione heard Lavender shout, "NO! He didn't mean it like THAT! Come on you guys!" Her shouting was quickly becoming a high-pitched squeal.

Hermione heard Lavender screech something else at the girls, but their laughter overpowered her pleas, and she was drowned out. Hermione would never knowingly walk into a room full of giggling girls. Even on her best day, the mindless "boy talk" would ruin her good mood, so it was totally impossible now, considering the state she was currently in, all because of Ron.

"Ron," she whispered to herself.

In that deciding moment, Hermione felt the dam holding back her tears burst. They overflowed her lower lids and down her cheeks leaving wet, salty streaks along the way. She felt like her knees were going to buckle and she found that the simple task of standing was becoming quite difficult. Hermione threw her back against the oak wall and slid down its length, until her bum was inches from the floor. Her legs were now supporting all her weight. She felt them give way, and she hit the hard floor with a soft "thump." Hermione was now sitting in the fetal position, her legs pulled to her chest, and her arms wrapped tightly around her legs. She was only able to sit still for a few moments, then she threw her head upon her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. It was a keening, mourning kind of weeping. She cried so hard that her entire body began to ache. She began to feel wet spots on her legs, where the tears had saturated the cotton of her grey skirt and were now wetting her bare flesh just below the surface. She was all alone in this dark, deserted hallway, crying her eyes out over her best friend. And at this particular moment, that is just the way she preferred it.

Just as Hermione was trying to regain her composure from her tiring, emotion-laden (yet much needed) cry, she heard Ginny Weasley roar from the bottom of the stairs, "I, Ronald, am going to see if Hermione is alright. Who knows what you have said to upset her this time!"

Hermione's head shot up and she began to furiously wipe at her tear-blotched face with the back of her hand. She ran both index fingers along the bottoms of her eyes, and over her wet eyelashes, desperately trying to clear away the tears that had accumulated there. As she heard the pounding of Ginny's shoes charging up the stairs, growing ever-closer, Hermione scrubbed harder to remove the evidence of her emotions. She had just managed to smooth out her bushy hair, to the best of her ability, when Ginny's obviously angry form appeared in the entry way.

When Ginny saw Hermione sitting in the cold, dark hallway all alone, looking up at her with red, puffy eyes, and a tear-stained face, she paused. Her attitude changed from anger with Ron to overwhelming compassion for her friend.

"Oh, Hermione . . .

"Ginny," Hermione croaked through her dry throat, "what are you doing up here?"

"Well . . . " If Hermione had been more herself, Ginny would have spouted off some cheeky retort like, 'Well, I sleep up here, you duffer.' However, seeing as how Hermione was in no mood to act chipper, Ginny replied, "You ...erm...well, you seemed upset when Ron and you-
At the mention of Ron's name, another sob escaped before Hermione could summon the strength to control it. She felt a new tear trickle down her burning cheek.

Ginny was silent for awhile as she reflected on just how badly her dear older brother had yet again managed to let his temper get the better of him. She knew her brother was a true Gryffindor, through and through. Ron had plenty of the boldness, bravery, daring and nerve associated with the House of Godric Gryffindor. However, he lacked any discernable amount of the one admirable quality that might redeem him on those occasions when his impulsive Gryffindor nature got him into trouble- that trait being chivalry. The evidence of Ron's tendency to act first and reflect much, much later was the crumpled, sobbing girl Ginny found in the hallway. Were it not for Ron's utter lack of chivalry, his relationship with Hermione may have never come to this sad place.

"Hermione," Ginny said softly, "what did he do this time?"

When Hermione remained quiet, except for a small hiccup that escaped her trembling mouth, Ginny walked over to her friend and sat down next to her. She looked sadly upon Hermione and then gently pulled her into a hug. Ginny realized this was just the sort of comfort release that Hermione had needed as her head melted onto Ginny's shoulder. Hermione's exhausted body began to slowly relax, and she eventually lay with her head in her friend's lap. Just as Hermione found some respite from her overwhelming emotions, she once again recalled the evening's earlier events and found herself succumbing to the tears that were waiting to escape her wary eyes. She was once again shaking beyond her control. Ginny sat on the floor in silence, hugging Hermione and letting her cry in her lap as long as she needed to. Eventually, Hermione discovered there was an end to the tears her body could produce, but her shattered heart still ached within her chest.
Ginny sat there with Hermione for what felt like an hour, waiting on her to speak, not breaking the silence that had somehow calmed Hermione. As Ginny stroked Hermione's hair, she wondered what on earth her brother has said to put her in this state of complete anguish. Then, as if Hermione had heard Ginny's thoughts, Hermione spoke. In a trembling, barely audible voice, she said, "He. . . he called me a . . . bitch, Gin."

When Ginny heard this, she gasped much louder than she intended to, obviously startling Hermione. Hermione jumped, and before Ginny could make any attempt at soothing words, Hermione sat up. She rested her back against the wall and stretched her legs out in front of her.

"I probably deserved it," Hermione said softly. "I guess I just don't know when to stop, and I pushed him over the edge." And with that, she went into detail about the row she and Ron had on the way to detention, telling BOTH sides of the argument. (Hermione was a little bit better about being fair than Ron was.) She explained the unwelcome visitor who had shared the detention, as well as the task of cleaning the cages. She even admitted Ron's attempts to apologize and her own refusal to acknowledge or accept them.

"Hermione," Ginny said, looking her straight in the eyes, "it doesn't matter. No one deserves to be called that, especially by their best friend."

Hermione felt overwhelming relief after Ginny's declaration. She had been delaying the moment to tell Ginny about their row, because she felt positive that Ginny would side with her brother. After all, blood is thicker than water. Hermione, however, had once again underestimated Ginny.

"So, I was right. I thought that cock and bull story Ron gave me about Dra- I mean Malfoy having a go at you was bilge."

Dammit! Ginny cursed to herself for making the same mistake for the second time that night. I have GOT to remember to use his surname around other people!

Hermione wiped her hand across her eyes again, oblivious to Ginny's slip and asked, "He tried to blame the state I am in on Malfoy?" The tone of her voice made it clear she was completely shocked that he would stoop so low- to blame someone else for her emotional undoing. Although the person being blamed was rarely innocent of the wrongs afforded him. However, this once Malfoy was completely without the fault.

"Erm . . . well . . . yes," Ginny stammered. "I do believe his nerves were rather raw, and the idea of me messing him about was not something that he was too keen on at the moment. I assume that he thought he might save his skin by trying to blame it all on Malfoy. Honestly, I hadn't even started to nobble at him, and he was already quailing!"

"Why did you stop then?" Hermione said more herself than to Ginny.

Ginny couldn't admit to Hermione that Ron had unwittingly rattled her own nerves downstairs, so she answered, "I knew that coming up here to see how you were doing was more important than staying down there and chewing him out." Of course, this was partially the honest truth. Ginny really had every intention of kipping up the stairs to see how Hermione was, right after she was finished with her brother. It just turned out his accusations had cut her tirade short.

"Oh," Hermione said softly. "Thanks, Gin."

"No problem."

The two girls sat in silence for a little longer before Hermione spoke again.

"I really wish, with all my heart, that we could stop this nasty bickering and miserable quarreling. It's getting completely out of hand. When Ron and I are in each other's good graces, I really, really, really enjoy being around him."

"Really?" Ginny said with a half smirk, half smile.

Hermione then looked into Ginny's honey-brown eyes and replied, "Yes. Really."

Ginny was amazed at the serious manner in which Hermione had answered her very lighthearted question. She continued to look Hermione straight in the eye, debating on whether to ask a very personal question. The answer could have an impact on Ginny, as well. After all, Ron was her brother. Once again, Hermione seemed to read Ginny's mind.

"I know what you're thinking, Gin," she said flatly.

"You do?" Ginny half whispered.

"Yeah."

Ginny thought that Hermione was going to adamantly deny the speculation that was formulating in her mind, but when Hermione remained silent, Ginny realized the 'yeah' had actually been Hermione's answer to the unspoken question. Ginny's mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged.

"HERMIONE!" she squealed. "How long?"

"I don't know," she answered as she cocked her head a little and scrunched up her nose. "Well, yes I do know. I've fancied Ron since fourth year, since December the twenty-fifth, to be exact."

"Christmas?" Ginny asked, a little confused. "But that was the day of the Yule Ball . . . and you went with Viktor, not Ron."

Hermione felt something bubble up over her lips that she had never thought possible - a giggle. Not just any giggle, either. This was a purely girlish giggle.

"Well, yes, I know who I went with, Gin . . . and what's more, I know who I wanted to go with."

Ginny looked perplexed. "You wanted to go with Ron!"

"Well . . . err . . . yes," she answered nervously. "I didn't fancy Ron then. Honestly, the idea of even thinking of Ron in that way hadn't even occurred to me, but deep down I wished, and I still do, that he would've asked me."

"But if you didn't fancy him, then why did you-

"Well . . . " Hermione continued, "I was so nervous to get all dressed up and parade around in front of the whole school, like all the girls do- that's not really my cup of tea, as you well know- and I knew that I would feel more comfortable if I went with a friend. Well, I only have two guy friends, and they would be the only ones that could put me at ease at a time like that, and well . . . she said, trailing off.

Ginny sat up straighter, removing her back from the wall and asked excitedly, "Well what!"

"Well, just between you and me, the idea of going with Harry mortified me. Here I was, completely tense with apprehension about being in front of the whole school in, well, not my normal, everyday attire. I knew people were going to notice a change in my appearance as it was. It would not do me any good to show up with one of the Hogwarts champions. Especially not Harry 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' Potter."

"Wait, wait," said Ginny holding up her hand. "Going with Harry mortified you, because he was a school champion, and you were afraid of gaining too much attention from the school, right?"

Hermione nodded her head. She was glad Ginny was sorting it out so quickly.

"Well then, WHY ON EARTH did you go with Viktor Krum? Goodness, Hermione, he was the school champion from Durmstrang AND the Seeker for the Bulgarian Quidditch team! Didn't you think that match might have drawn a little attention, too?"

Hermione blushed a little and said, "Well Ginny, as I was saying, I didn't want to go with Harry, for the reasons that I've just explained, but I knew I would simply have more fun with Ron. He's always had this habit of making me laugh, and I dunno . . . I guess I liked being around him." Hermione stopped for just a moment to take a breath and continued, but this time her voice had a hint of anger in it, "but then, just when I was really starting to hope that he would ask me, something happened that shattered all my hope. I believe it was the night when Fred asked Angelina Johnson if she would attend with him and Ron started to get the same idea. I remember what he said, and oh, it makes me mad when I think about it even now: 'We should get a move on, you know . . . ask someone. He's right. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls.'"

"Oh, Hermione," Ginny said in complete sympathy. "I didn't know he said that. Ron never has been the brightest Weasley of our lot."

Hermione could feel her nose start to burn and her eyes begin to water again as she said, "Yes, well, I knew that I had never been attractive, and that comment REALLY hit me. Even though he probably wasn't, I felt like he was referring to me. Here he was, complaining about not having a date, and I was completely dateless, but never once did think about asking me! As his friend, I was hurt. Now that I think back, I guess on a different level, as a girl, I was irate."

She stopped for a moment, willing herself not to cry again. When she had collected herself and felt certain that she had pushed back those blasted tears, she went on,

"I couldn't believe that he would be so conceited as to ask 'the best looking girl' and never give any of the rest of us a second glance. So when I was in the library, Viktor approached me and asked me to go to the Yule Ball with him. At first, I was going to kindly turn him down, but then I thought better of it. ALL the girls at Hogwarts were completely enamored with him and here he was asking me, normal, plain, Hermione Granger. I thought it would be my chance to prove to myself, and to Ron, that I was capable of acting like a girl. The little fact that Viktor was Ron's idol probably had something to do with my decision, too. I figured it would almost be a slap in the face for Ron. In my mind, it was worth a little attention at the Ball. It was worth it to get back at Ron, not only for what he had said, but also for failing to ask me to the Ball."

Hermione looked at Ginny and expected her to lecture her about how it was a cold thing to do to use Viktor to get back at Ron, but she did nothing of the sort. She was smiling!

"Well, Hermione," she said matter-of-factly, "I'd say it certainly did the trick."

"I believe that it did the trick a little too well," Hermione said with a small laugh. "I do feel bad for agreeing to go with Viktor to get back at Ron, and at first, that's all it was. However, I did have loads of fun with him, and he wasn't conceited at all, like I expected him to be; he really surprised me. I guess it goes along with that old saying: 'don't judge a book by its cover.' I made a wonderful friend that night, but that's all he is to me. My heart did, however, change for another friend forever that night."

"Well!" Ginny persisted, the fifteen-year-old girl in her bursting out. She was extremely interested in what Hermione had to say. She had never known Ron to fancy anyone, nor anyone to fancy him, for that matter. Yet, here was her best friend, getting ready to pour out her heart, and it was in regards to her brother!

Hermione gave a small smile and continued. "Ron acted like a complete-" she looked around to make sure no one had wandered out of their dormitories and were listing, "arse," she whispered, then went on at normal volume, "that night. He was temperamental, doddery, and downright rude . . . but it was so obvious that he was jealous. No one has ever acted like that because of me. It was rather flattering."

Ginny arched an eyebrow at Hermione. She failed to see what was flattering about her brother when he got in one of his stubborn moods.

"I know you don't see it, Gin. It sounds quite ludicrous, but Ron, in his own dodgy way, was being protective of me. No one has ever felt the need to protect me like that, and I started to see him in a whole new light. Also, as uncomfortable as I was in those dress robes, Ron unknowingly took all of that anxiety away when he looked at me. The look on his face gave me a feeling that I had never in my life felt before . . . he made me feel beautiful. In that moment, my heart became his, and it's been his ever since. Trouble is, Ron had no idea then, and quite obviously, still doesn't realize how I feel."

"Wow, Hermione," Ginny said in amazement. "Oh wow! I had no bleeding idea that you felt that way and for that long too!"

"Yes, well," she stammered, "I can't believe that I am revealing all this, but I couldn't keep it to myself any longer."

"Well," Ginny said excitedly, "you HAVE to tell him."

"What purpose would it serve, Ginny? The night of the Yule Ball was the first and last time that Ron has looked at me like that. Sometimes I wonder if I was imagining it, but I like to think I wasn't. Our rows are getting so bad Ginny, so completely out of hand. They are so bad, in fact that sometimes I wonder what happened to our friendship. Sometimes I even wonder if we are still friends, or if we only remain friends through Harry, and that very idea breaks my heart," she said in a faltering voice.

"Oh, Hermione," Ginny whispered, pulling her friend into another hug.

They sat there in silence for a few minutes. Then Ginny spoke. "You know, Ron is one hard bloke to understand, but I do believe it just might work to your advantage if you told him what you just told me."

Hermione pulled out of the embrace with a look of utter confusion at Ginny.

"What do you mean, 'work to my advantage?'"

"Well, I don't think Ron realizes it, but I think that he quite fancies you, Miss Granger."

"You do?" Hermione whispered as she held her hand up to her mouth.

"Yeah," Ginny said, shaking her head in disbelief at how thick her brother could be sometimes. "Ron has a weird way of showing his emotions, almost as if he doesn't even know his own feelings, but he's been talking about you quite differently lately."

"Really?" Hermione asked. "How so?"

"Well, nothing that would seem unusual to many, and mind you, they are things loads of other people wouldn't hesitate to say about their friends. Coming from Ron, though, it means something more, I guess. Remember, he doesn't hand out compliments for "qualities" in another person, unless those qualities involve how well that person can perform the Wronksy Feint or some other amazing Quidditch feat. But lately, he's been saying how much he admires you and how witty you are, things of that nature."

Hermione gave a small laugh. Ginny was right: to the normal person, those would merely be nice compliments, but Ronald Weasley didn't compliment people and he certainly didn't make it a habit to compliment her. Actually, the closest thing to a compliment that Hermione had ever received from Ron was him telling her that she was a girl a few days before the Yule Ball, and she really didn't think that should count, because he was desperate for a date.

"But," Hermione said, this time the tears coming on like a water hose, "it will nev . . . nev . . . never hap . . . hap . . . happen," she said between sobs.

"Hermione, listen. You need to avoid Ron for a couple days. That will give him time to cool down, so that when you two do talk, he will be able to do it in a rational manner! Between now and then, you just stick close to me, and I will tell you all the little tricks that you should know in dealing with my brother."

"Okay," Hermione said quietly. "I would like that. Maybe we could just have some girl time tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, that sounds a treat!" Then Ginny's smile faded and she pounded her right fist into the cold stone floor, "DAMMIT! I can't do anything tomorrow night, Hermione. I'm so sorry!"

Hermione was taken aback by Ginny's sudden burst of anger. "Oh, that's okay," she said quietly. Then she added, "Why not?"

"Oh, ah . . . I have detention," she said quickly.

"Detention?" Hermione asked, "With whom?"

"Professor McGonagall."

"Professor McGonagall? What on earth did you do Ginny?"

Hermione knew it was none of her business what Ginny did to deserve detention, but Ginny never got detention, and Hermione's curiosity won out over politeness.

"Oh . . . err, I . . . well, I . . ." Ginny stammered.

I can't tell her, Ginny thought, she would do me in, but I need to tell someone. I can trust her. She poured out her heart to me tonight and told me a secret that she has been holding in for two years; it must have been hard for her. She told me how she feels about Ron, so maybe now would be the appropriate time for me to tell her that- NO! I can't tell her, not yet at least.

"I didn't turn in my essay on Switching Spells. McGonagall said it was certain to show up on the O.W.L exams . . . she wasn't too pleased with me." Ginny felt absolutely horrible for lying to Hermione, but she was certain if she told her the truth, the information would not sit well with Hermione, considering the state she was already in. So, she reasoned, for the time being, a lie was better for Hermione than the truth.

"Oh," was all that Hermione said, at first. Even though she didn't think Ginny would lie to her, the story seemed highly unlikely. When it came to her studies, Ginny was almost as keen to do well as Hermione was. However, Hermione knew the stress O.W.L years brought, so she reckoned that the essay just slipped Ginny's mind.

"Well, McGonagall's right, Ginny. Switching Spells were part of the theoretical exam last year. That wasn't the best essay to forget to turn in."

Ginny smiled to herself. She knew that her excuse would distract Hermione from the real reason she was given detention.

"Listen, back to Ron," Ginny said quickly, trying to distract Hermione further. "All he needs is someone to talk to him and help him realize that he has feelings for you. It would be wonderful if a guy was to do the honors, but I don't think any of the guys in the whole school are patient enough to help Ron deal with his emotions, so I guess I'll have to do it."

"You never know," Hermione said. "Maybe Harry's down there trying to talk to him right now; he's the only guy that Ron will listen to."

Ginny gave Hermione a doubtful look.

"Honestly, Hermione, the only meaningful conversation those two could have together would be about Quidditch!"

Hermione laughed at her own ridiculous suggestion. "Yes, Ginny, I suppose you are right."

"Come on," Ginny said. "Let's get to bed. I'm tired, and I know you must be exhausted."

Hermione couldn't agree more.

"Yes, getting to bed does sound quite comforting right about now."

Ginny was the first to rise from the floor and extended a hand to help her friend up. Ginny then embraced her in another hug. "Everything will work out, Hermione. You hang in there, okay?"

"Yeah, okay, and thanks, Gin."

Ginny smiled at Hermione, and both girls went their separate ways into their dormitories, both

of them anxious about the possibilities of what the next day could bring.

TO ALL THE AMAZING REVIEWS SINCE MY LAST POST:

Ronandchicken
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

Hmm... I'm so bad at consructive cristisism but something about this chapter was... not right, somehow. I'm being too vague, I know, but somehow the dialogue Harry and Ron used seemed strangely--out of character, in just the slightest.

I don't know how to describe it, exactly, it just sort of...was.

And sometimes lines randomly broke and began on the next line like

Blah blah blah but then
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

I dunno. Just some sort of typing error.

But my picky personality aside, I think it was still a really great chapter. Update soon!

Response: Well thank you for being nice about it. I'm not too sure what you mean, since you really didn't give any examples to support your criticism. Perhaps you mean the way Harry is playing the psychologist to Ron? Yes, I will admit that in the REAL Harry Potter world, Harry may not have been so analytical towards Ron. However, I meant it to be humorous and not exactly realistic. Is that what you mean? If the problem is too severe, I would like go back and change some stuff, I don't want the OOC-ness to be distracting. And those stupid line breaks...yes I know what you mean about them. I must say, I believe that they are there to stay. I have tried to fix them and they end up staying like that. I sympathize with you, I hate them too. However, I do appreciate your constructive criticism. Sometimes when I don't receive any, I get a little worried that the readers aren't observant enough or don't care enough to comment on them. So, thank you very much:)

Gypsythecentar
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

You're story's killer. update now !

Response: LOL! Thanks so much:)

SpaceyChic468
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

omg, Ron is so thick sometimes! Great chapter! Update soon!

Response: Yes...yes he is! Thank you so much:)

Emma-Lynn
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

Whe! I like it very much. I don't really think Ron would be THAT thick, but hey it's your story! Still love it just as much all the same! Update soon!
Emma-Lynn

Response: Thank you so much! To be honest, we don't know how Ron would react if he were confronted with the question that Harry posed to him (hopefully we may find out in future books :D), so this is just one person's interpretation that scenario. BUT, I am so glad that you still like it! I'm trying to update right now. Thanks so much for the review:)

warrior of tortall
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

that chappie had me laughing... it woz hilarious! ron is so thick. oh well please continue its so good please update update update!

Response: YAY! I made you laugh! Thank you so much for the review:)

Miss Court-A-Doo
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

Great story - can't wait for more!

Response: Thanks so much:)

mysticalrain
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

good chapter
although I dont think Ron is quite as thick as you portray him to be...
just something thats pretty noticeable from the fifth book I think is that Ron can be observant. and he is growing more observant..
he IS thicker than both harry and hermione... but not dumb

well that was just my opinion on it.. but hehe, good story, do continue

Response: Yes, I so agree with you that Ron has become more observant as he grows older. However, I believe that he does fancy Hermione in the books (I wouldn't be writing in this category if I didn't :D), but he has yet to realize it or confront it. We honestly have NO IDEA how he would act in regards to Hermione. According to her is GOF, it took him four years to realize that she was a girl. Who knows? Maybe he is that thick when it comes to his emotions that surround Hermione. AND, I totally love Ron to death...HE IS my favorite character. I don't think he is dumb, but I do think that he looks at things a little different that Harry and Hermione do. Thank you for your review:)

Lilly-Eleanor
2005-05-09
ch 6, signed

I just love your story! It's getting better and better but I hope that Harry will not be totally left allone by his friends. Go on writing and please update soon!

Response: Thank you so much! What a nice thing to say! To tell you the truth, I never thought about Harry being left out, but I will make sure that he is not. Don't worry about Harry though...I have plans for him. ;)

Renee25
2005-05-08
ch 6, signed

NEXT chapter, please.

Response: Its coming...

summerxkiss2
2005-05-08
ch 6, signed

well now that ron FINALLY REALIZED and ADMITS that he likes hermione, i hope that they end this row. great update but please update soon.

Response: Um...in chapter eight, you will find out:D Thank you so much for the review:)