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Chapter 11

"YES IT WORKED!" Ginny exclaimed, dancing a little jig. Harry, who was sitting next to her, starting laughing.

"Of course it worked," Harry said.

"And all the things he said to her. It was so, so romantic!" Lavendar said with a sigh.

"Hermione is so lucky," Parvati said, sighing as well.

"Ron isn't hers yet, Parvati," Luna pointed out.

"Right," Parvati said, slightly brooding over it.

"Okay, phase one is complete. They're going to have another lesson tomorrow. Colin, that's when you come in," Ginny said.

"Me?" Colin asked her.

"Yes you. You need to take those pictures that you were taking of them and take some more. I want you to hold on to them, but I want you to hand one to Hermione. Hermione is going to let it slip out of her stuff so Ron can find it. When he asks she'll just say that Colin was taking random pictures again, saw them flying together, and took a picture and gave it to her. If Ron asks, that is what you were doing. You were outside, got me. Out side, wanting to capture the sunset. That's why I had you take a couple pictures of the sunset. Really bring it into his mind. Harry, you got the stuff all set up?" Ginny asked, commanding the entire show.

Harry nodded.

"Okay. Phase two has commenced."

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Harry and Ginny were sitting in the Common room doing their homework together when Hermion and Ron walked into the room.

"Hey guys. How was the lesson?" Ginny asked smoothly.

"Great. Hermione's a natural as long as she gets over her fright," Ron answered with a smile.

"It was scary, until Ron got me to relaxe. I understand why you all love it now," Hermione replied. Harry smiled.

"Cool. We were just finishing up our homework and going to head off to bed. What about you guys?" Harry asked mildly.

"I was going to head on up to bed too," Hermione answered. She gathered her stuff up hastily, bid them all a good night, placed a swift kiss upon Ron's cheek and murmered a thanks, before heading up to the girl's tower.

Ginny yawned widely, placed a passionate kiss upon Harry's lips, hugged her brother, and bounded out of the room. Ron, was still standing exactly the same way he was before.

"Erm... You all right, Ron?" Harry asked him. Ron came out of his ravine and nodded. That's when he saw the small box that sat upon the chair that had held Hermione's things.

"What's that?" He asked, reaching out to it.

"Don't know. Not mine. I'm off to bed too. Night mate," Harry said, nearly running up the steps. Ron sat down and placed the box upon the table. It had no name on it so he opened it up to see what was inside.

What was inside shocked him.

Dear Journal -the first entry read

Today is the day that I finally head off to Hogwarts. It's so exciting. I can't wait to go!

Ron turned the page, finding that it was boring, but the next entry intrigued him

Dear Journal,

You know how I told you about Ronald Weasley? Well, he is such a jerk. He called me such names.

However, I found myself standing up for him and for Harry Potter. Harry I know is going to be a great friend of mine, but when I look at Ron I get this feeling that maybe one day we'll be together. I know, it's silly. We're only eleven. Yet, I think that I may have a huge crush on Ron.

I know he was in the wrong. Fighting trolls are dangerous! Yet, when he used the Wingardum Leviosa spell correctly and saved my life I couldn't help but feel that he was worth everything.

Maybe he'll be my boyfriend. Oh I hope so!

Night Journal!

Hermione

Ron flipped the page, wanting to learn more.

Dear Journal,

I don't know if Ron will ever love me. So I've given up.

I'm going to go and cry now. Good night

-Hermione

He skimmed through, reading only the parts that mentioned him. Then he came to one that nearly broke his heart.

Dear Journal,

Why doesn't Ron ever notice that I am a girl! Doesn't he realize that maybe, just maybe I would like to have a date for the Yule Ball? Has he ever considered it? I don't think so.

Well, I'm going with Viktor Krum. He is handsome, but I don't care for him the way I do Ron. But then again it may just make him make a move! That would be nice, but highly unlikely. He would never do anything like that.

I have a plan. I'm going to make myself look so totally awesome that Ron's going to HAVE to notice that I have changed. That I'm far more then the bookworm that he believes that I am.

Hermione

Dear Journal,

The Yule Ball did not go the way that I thought it would. Ron treated me so badly for being with Viktor. Yes, I'm crying as I write this. Why do I have to love someone that treats me so badly? Why must I love at all. My heart is ripping out of my chest.

I want to forget him. I want to let him go. Why can't I just let him go? Why can't I just realize that he will never ever ever love me? Why can't I just let him be my friend and that's it? Why must I wish so hard that I can hardly think?

Then when I try to push it all away, I find that it comes back just as hard. I can hardly breathe when he is around. Our subtle touches send me in a tizzy.

Why must I love him when he doesn't love me. He'll never love me.

I might as well just bury myself into my books and live and die there.

Maybe Professor Trelawney was right. My soul is as dry as the pages of the books that I hold onto so dearly.

Maybe that's the only thing that Ron will ever see. A dry soul.

Maybe it would be better if I had never been a witch at all.

-Hermione: the girl that wishes she wasn't a witch.

Ron poured through the diary, hoping for happy things but it was filled with her anguish at her loving him and he not loving her.

Also there were letters. Letters that she had constructed during a day dream that told him of her undying love for him. There were drawings and dottles of her name with his, along with hearts.

He reached back into the box and found a picture. It was a wizard one. It was of himself, Harry, Ginny, and Hermione at the Burrow several years ago. Harry and Ginny were poking at each other and throwing pieces of paper at each others heads. Hermione was rolling her eyes, sitting on the floor next to him. Her hand was very close to him. A piece of paper landed in his hair and he pulled it out. He then placed the raised hand back down on the floor absently, right on top of Hermione's hand. She blushed wildly as his ears got a complete red. They tried not to look at each other after that.

Ron laughed as he remembered the incident. Slowly, he realized that he did love Hermione, but that it was going to take a lot to get her to get him to like him once again.

He was secretly thankful now for the next flying lesson with Hermione.