A/N: Sorry about the wait… my computer was messed up and once we fixed it, my sister was on every day and I only just got a chance to go online… but there's good news: I wrote the rest of the fanfic in a notebook, so I'm putting up all the chapters asap… there's only five chapters total, but its okay. I even wrote a one-shot, but it really isn't that good… well, here's chapter three… hope you enjoy.

"Harry, can I borrow your cloak?" Hermione asked, catching up to him after potions that day. "Your father's old cloak. I need it… please?" "Well, sure. I guess, but why do you need it?" He asked, extracting it from his robes and handing it to her. "Erm, well… I can't tell you now, but I might tell you later." "Whatever, there's Ginny…"

Hermione threw the cloak over herself and ran down the corridor and up to her dormitory. She dug in her trunk until she found a bottle of murky potion. "Urgh." She said, dropping a hair in it. "I n ever thought I'd have to do this again." She took a gulp. It tasted awful, but not as bad as last time, when she had accidentally put a cat hair in it. Her skin started bubbling, and a second later, she was a Ravenclaw. She threw the cloak on again and left.

As she ran, Hermione checked the time. It was five minutes to nine. She sped up. She had another flask of potion in her pocket, but she'd rather not use it. She wanted to save it for a future meeting with Ron... that was if this on e went well.

When she got to the seventh floor corridor, she paced thinking, I need a place where Ron would want to meet a girl… I need a place where Ron would want to meet a girl… I need a place where Ron would want to meet a girl. She looked up and there was the door. She seized the handle and wrenched it opened. The sight that met her eyes was surprising. Everything was sparkling and amazing. But before she got a chance to look around much, the door opened again, and Ron walked in. "Who're you?" he demanded. "I'm… er… well, this isn't me. I took polyjuice potion from Slughorn's office, and turned into a random person…but who cares. We've got an hour, what'd'you wanna talk about? I heard about Harry Potter and your sister… isn't he, like, your best friend?

"Yeah…and who hasn't heard?" he said aggressively. The girl shrugged. She was just lucky that Ron couldn't put two and two together. He had to remember the polyjuice potion they had taken in second year; after all, it wasn't an easy thing to forget. There was silence… then "Damn those two!" Ron burst out. Hermione jerked her head up. "Why'd he have to pick my sister of all people? He fancied Cho! Romilda fancied him? Tons of people would kill just to go out with him… but no, he picks his best friend's sister! I am so pissed!"

"I can't totally understand of course… no one's ever really liked me… and I don't really… well I thought I did, but… oh, and now…" Her voice changed a little; she sounded more like her. "I've gotta go. I'll see you Ron, but you won't know it's me…Meet me here tomorrow at the same time!" she kissed him on the cheek, and grabbing Harry's cloak, she ran out of the room. Ron was left standing there, pleased but thoroughly confused, his hand on his cheek.

Every day for the rest of that week, Ron and Hermione (though disguised as someone else each time) met in the R.O.R. mostly they sat and talked, but every now and then, they'd just sit there, thinking, holding hands, or just looking at each other. Once or twice, Ron tried to get the girl to tell him her name, but Hermione never gave him the slightest hint of it being her. She was determined not to let him know until she was positive Ron liked her. This became very clear on their fifth meeting…

They were just sitting next to each other. It was getting late and Hermione had just drank her sixth flask of potion. She rested her head on Ron's shoulder. He had his arm around her, and he looked down at her. "D'you, like, love me or something?" he asked. Slowly, she nodded. He lifted her chin up to his face, and they looked into each other's eyes.

Ron slowly lowered his head toward her. She only saw his face for a split second before their lips were pressed tightly together and their eyes were closed. When they broke apart, Ron looked astonished at what he had just done. For god's sake. I don't even know who this girl even is! he thought. But bloody hell, that felt good.

"Promise you won't freak out when I tell you who I really am?" she asked. "Even if I'm like a second year Hufflepuff? Ron, I really do like you… a lot." He looked at her for a minute. "No, I reckon I won't. I like you too, but… you're not a Hufflepuff second year… are you?" Hermione laughed. "No, I'm not. They're way too thick to know how to work polyjuice potion."

After that, they were silent "So, are you going to tell me?" "No, I'm going to show you. I'll chance back to myself in five minutes…you promise you're not going to freak?" Ron nodded. Three silent minutes… "Ron, will you go to Hogsmeade with me next trip?" Ron pondered this for a moment. "Yeah, Harry'll be with Ginny anyhow…" One and a quarter minutes later, Hermione looked at Ron. In a slightly higher voice, she said, "You PROMISE?" Ron looked deep into her eyes and nodded. She knew he meant it, so she closed her eyes and looked down. Fifteen seconds later, she knew she'd changed back, because she heard Ron cry "Bloody hell!…Hermione?"