A/N: This is the first fanfiction that I have written in a while, and I hope it's better than the other two. Reviews are very welcome.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, all characters and part of the plot belong to J.K. Rowling. You know the drill.

Now, on with the show! Er.. I mean chapter. Sorry.

Ron was a in a strange predicament. He found himself in a relationship with a girl who meant absolutely nothing to him and he couldn't get out of it. He had only done it in the first place to show the only girl that did mean something to him that he had an emotional range larger than a teaspoon. A tablespoon, maybe. It wasn't really having the effect he wanted.

Ron decided that the best option at the moment was to flat-out tell Hermione that he loved her.

Of course, Ron's logic wasn't very good, unless he wasn't playing chess. And as far as he could tell, this wasn't anything like chess.

"Hermione!" Ron called, quickly catching up to her with his long strides. Hermione heard him, alright, but she pretended she hadn't and made a detour into the nearest girl's bathroom.

That was when Ron remembered that Hermione wasn't speaking to him.

Time for a Plan B.

A week later, Ron woke up in the hospital wing, feeling confused and a little bit sick. For a little while he let the morning sun filter through his eyelids, until he remembered the love potion-filled Chocolate Cauldrons and the poison. So much for a happy birthday, he thought.

The first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes was Hermione sitting faithfully by his bedside, her eyes swollen and bloodshot. She jumped a little when she saw that he had woken up.

"How are you feeling?" she asked concernedly. Ron was pleasantly surprised to see that she was speaking to him again.

Ron envisioned a dramatic scene in which Hermione swore undying love to him and Lavender decided to dump him because he preferred Romilda Vane.

Harry walked into the hospital wing at this point, and Ron hopefully asked him if the latter part of his daydream was true, just in case. (He didn't dare asking if Hermione had sworn undying love to him, as this would be very awkward) Harry answered no, and Hermione seemed rather pleased that Ron had asked that particular question.

Now that Hermione was speaking to him again, all Ron had to do was break up with Lavender and tell Hermione about his feelings for her. Unfortunately, both of these tasks were proving a little harder than he had thought.

Ron was still in the hospital wing, and Hermione was attempting to help him with his Transfiguration homework. Ron wasn't really paying attention. He was too busy daydreaming about the person attempting to help him. Hermione caught the strangely unfocused look on his face and brought him back to reality. His ears turned even redder than his hair, and that's saying something. At that moment came a diversion in the form of Lavender Brown, and Ron quickly put Plan B into action by falling back against his pillow and pretending to snore loudly. Hermione quickly put Ron's books away.

"What are you doing here?" Lavender asked Hermione suspiciously.

"Oh, you know, I was just helping Ron with his homework, and he fell asleep," Hermione said innocently. "I guess he thinks Transfiguration is boring. He's still really ill, he needs his rest," she added, just to make sure Lavender wouldn't try to wake him up. Satisfied with her work, Hermione let the hospital wing, leaving Lavender with the "sleeping" Ron. Lavender peered at Ron for a minute, to make sure he really was asleep, and left with a huff, surely off to pester Harry about Ron's feelings.

Ron couldn't believe Lavender actually fell for it. Then again, Lavender wasn't too bright. Not at all like Hermione… Ron wondered how he always managed to find a way to bring every subject back to her. He once again found himself thinking of her deep chocolate-brown eyes, the was she always chewed on her lip when she was working, how she always made sure he ate his vegetables, and how she told him off for telling jokes in class, but got a funny little smile on her face anyway, as if she was trying not to laugh.