A/N: Sorry about the last chapter being so short… I just thought it seemed like a good place to stop… I'll try to write much longer chapters from now on… R&R!

It was about five o'clock in the morning. Hermione sat cross-legged on her bed, cutting letters out of the Prophet. She had a piece of parchment spread out in front of her as well. She had used the letters from the newspaper and magically stuck the words:

Ron,

I sure hope you know where the Room Of Requirement is, because I want you to meet me there tonight at nine o'clock. Just think "I need a place to meet a special girl." I have a surprise for you…

Anonymous.

She knew perfectly well that Ron knew where the Room Of Requirement was, but she did not want to sound too suspicious. She really hoped her plan worked; she hated seeing Ron so upset.

Hermione casually went down to the owlry, but on the way, she met her least favorite person in the whole world, Malfoy. "Ooooooooooooh, what's that, Granger? A letter to your filthy muggle parents?" he asked. "I'm certain they're not familiar with owl post, maybe you should use one that'll use everything as a toilet… just for laughs, you know?" Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.

"As a matter of fact, Malfoy, I'm sending this letter to my old buddy in the accidental Magic Reversal Squad. He's an obliviator and he's having trouble catching this one guy who needs to have his memory modified… anyway, why am I telling this to you? You're such a loser, after all, you don't need to know what's going on at the ministry…"

Malfoy drew his wand and started to say an incantation, but before he could, a voice drifted down the corridor. "Oi, git! Leave her alone, she's not doing anything to you! Oh, and by the way, you do know that you're standing right next to a classroom…with a teacher in it… anyway," said the person, coming into the light as Malfoy walked away. "Who are you sending that letter to?" It was Ron. He looked sulky and he had large bags under his eyes as if he hadn't gotten any sleep in days. Hermione was really worried, and she hoped her plan worked in any case. She hastily hid the letter in the sleeve of her robes, hoping that he hadn't seen who it was addressed to.

"Oh, no one," she said, loftily. "See you later?" Ron nodded and walked off, looking sadder and more pathetic that he did a minute ago. Hermione looked down the corridor after him, concerned. Wow, this is really bugging him… Hasn't Harry noticed how pathetic he is? Then, Hermione realized that Harry had not been with Ron to back her up. She wondered why he had abandoned Ron to be with Ginny… or was he just in trouble with Filch or Snape?

After a quick scan, Hermione found a suitable owl to use. It looked relatively ruffled and as if it had just gotten back from a flight a while away. When she managed to coax it down, she tied the letter to its outstretched leg and told it to look for a tall, red-haired, tired looking boy at the Gryffindor table.

At breakfast, Hermione watched for the owl she had used to send the letter. When she spotted it soaring towards Ron, she looked at him. Ron was twirling his fork around and not eating. Harry was sitting a few seats down, with Ginny. They were both laughing and looking at each other. Ron kept shooting furtive glances at them. At first, when the owl landed in front of Ron, he ignored it. He only looked up when it nipped his ear in an annoyed way. Ron took the letter, and the owl flew off through the open window.

Ron opened the letter and read it, his eyes wide. "Hermione, look," he said thrusting the letter into her hands. Obviously, she knew what it said, but she did not say so. "Wow, Ron… that's…that's…are you gonna go? It says tonight…"

"Well, I dunno… it sounds kind of like a Slytherin prank… but… I might, what do you think? Normally I'd ask Harry's opinion, but he's too busy being a prat with my sister…" "Now, Ron!" Hermione interjected. "I'd rather not talk about it… so I s'pose I'll go… just to see…" Hermione was satisfied. Her plan was working. Now, she only had todrink the polyjuice potion she had taken from their first potions class and turn into a Ravenclaw girl at eight fifty. And she had to be done with Ron by a quarter to ten.