A.N: Hey I'm sorry it took a while guys, school and sports take up a lot of time and I have a hard semester this time. This is my fist fan fiction so please read and review, I want to know what you guys think.

Chapter two

When they landed in the garden at the Burrow Hermione had some difficulty keeping her balance and took hold of Harry's shirt to stay up. Unfortunately he lost his balance too and they fell knocking Ginny over with them. As the three started laughing their clumsiness of the situation all the while Ron was upstairs gazing down on them moodily.

"Stupid friends, they think I'm blind. They think I can't see what's going on. Well guess what, I can. They'll see whose laughing in the end." He muttered to himself bitterly.

They were going back to school in a couple of weeks so that gave Ron enough time to show Hermione what she was missing; all he needed was a plan. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there just thinking but it must have been quite some time because as he was contemplating his plan he heard his mother call him down for dinner. He really didn't want to go down even if he was starving; he did not want to see the others at the moment. So he slowly made his way down stairs.

As he entered the small cramped kitchen everyone turned to look at him, and he got some cold stares from Ginny and Hermione. What the hell are their problems, he thought miserably, but instead of saying anything he just gave them the warmest smile he could. If I want this to work I'm going to have to be nice. Hermione gave him a smile back but it was obvious she was not trying to put any more warmth in it then it was necessary and was apparently uncomfortable. It was then he noticed she was sitting in between Harry and Ginny. He mentally cursed Harry; he knew he would do this.

It was relatively quiet dinner for Ron besides the odd remark about Quidich and Voldemort. He didn't notice most of the conversation although he did notice the fact that his two best friends were laughing happily together. Once he was done he quickly retreated back to his room to continue his plot.

A few hours later Harry came up to bed to find Ron already passed out. Harry sighed; he had been hoping he would be able to talk to him before they went to bed.

The next morning Harry was up first, he got dressed and went down for breakfast. When he arrived downstairs he discovered he was the first of the children awake. Mrs. Weasley gave him a very big smile.

"What would you like for breakfast dear? We have some toast, eggs, waffles, cereal, and some fruit, what ever you'd like." She said warmly to him.

"Oh err I guess I'll just have some toast for now thanks." He said quietly.

"Did you sleep well?" Molly asked as she past Harry the butter for his toast.

"Yes, I did thanks" said Harry. As he finished talking he saw Hermione coming down the stairs. She looked tired and was her and Ginny had been up all night talking. But Hermione being a morning person woke up early and didn't protest.

"Good Morning Harry, Mrs. Weasley! I hope you all slept well." She said. Despite her lack of sleep she was still cheerful, forgetting she had to go back to Hogwarts soon. But she was soon reminded as an owl swooped in through the opened window.

"Ah, your letters have arrived I see. It's about time. We need to go to Diagon Alley soon. Here are you letters dears. The other can get them when they wake."

Hermione smiled as she opened her letter eagerly reading the contents her smile grew. She had been made Head Girl, and thankfully the Head Boy was not Malfoy, it was Ernie Macmillan. He was an alright bloke.

Harry could tell by the huge grin on her face she had been made Head Girl." Head Girl?" he asked casually. She nodded excitedly.

"Congratulations," he said giving her a hug, "who is Head Boy?" he asked quickly hoping it wasn't Malfoy.

"Ernie Macmillan" she replied simply with happiness obviously from the fact that it was not the Slitherin.

Ron was sitting on the stair case with a scowl on his face wishing he could just go down and hit Harry for even touching her. Ginny slowly walked out of her room looking at her brother curiously wondering what he was doing sitting there.