A/N: This chapter makes me want to wet my pants.Umm, too much information, but anyways, yeah, I think this is one of the best chapters so far. Thank you to the ONE person who has reviewed so far. You better get those reviews going, or I will really wet my pants. WITH TEARS! Sigh sigh sigh,

Disclamer: (For you doofs) Recites I do not own Harry potter. (Sadly.)

Ron stood up. "WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Ron stormed over to Harry and looked straight into his eyes.

"These past few weeks of school have been hell for me because of you. I lost the girl I wanted, I can't eat, and I can't even look at my two best friends because the are always on top of each other." He whispered. Harry gave a cold gaze back.

"It's not my fault that you were too chicken to ask Hermione out in the first place, or that you can't eat, or that you can't stand to see us together." He whispered back.

Cho had stood up, and it was almost if her and Hermione were having a staring contest. Harry looked at them, "Then you had to get with Cho, just to smite me. I have liked her for years."

Ron's face was full of disgust now. "You filthy little hypocrite, what about taking Hermione from me, while you were going out with Cho."

Harry stood back a little bit and looked Ron up and down. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM ANYWAYS?" Harry shouted. His anger was better expressed by writing.

"YOU WANT TO NO MY PROBLEM? MY PROBLEM IS THAT I DON'T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, MY FAMILY IS HAVING TROUBLE AND I AM CONFUSED ABOUT MY SEXUAILTY, O.K!" With that, Ron ran out of the dormitory.

Cho looked from Hermione to Harry. "What the hell is wrong with you? He is your best friend, and you just stand there and say that he was doing something wrong."

Harry crossed his arms, and responded: "Well, it's not like he doesn't have any friends Cho. Your the one that's fucking him."

Cho placed her head in her hands. "Did you even listen to what your friend just said? Here is a direct quote for you Harry 'I am confused about my sexuality.' So you know what Harry, fuck you. I hope your happy that you've just lost a wonderful friend."

With that, Cho left the dormitory as well, leaving Harry and Hermione to talk about what had just happened.

"Why the hell wouldn't he tell us?" Harry said, flopping face down onto his bed Hermione walked over, and perched on the edge, with her face in her hands.

"Well, we haven't exactly been the best friends that we used to be Harry." Hermione turned to him, and he was looking at her.

"It's hard to be good friends when he won't even talk to you." Harry replied. Hermione sighed.

"Harry, that is no excuse. We NEED to go talk to him!" Hermione had stood up, and was looking down at Harry, who was still on the bed.

"Hermione, please don't nag me, I am very tired, and I have too much to worry about." Harry sat up and looked into her eyes.

"Harry, don't try that bullshit. Sometimes being quidditch captain isn't the most important thing in the world. Hermione crossed her arms stared at him.

"Aww, c'mon babe." Harry went to kiss her, but she pulled away.

"Don't touch me." Hermione said, and put a few more steps betweem them.

"What the hell Hermione? Why do you get so upset over every little thing."

"You know what Harry? You have known me for a very long time now, and I don't think that I can be with someone that is so different then when I first met them."

Hermione had started towards the door and Harry said, "If you walk out that door Hermione, we won't be together anymore."

Hermione stopped in the door frame and said, "Go to hell, Harry."

Harry sat down. There had been a tear on Hermione's face when she walked out that door. What is she so sad about? I didn't even do anything wrong. I was just being myself. That is when Harry realized that he actually wasn't being himself. He wasn't being himself at all. He was a jerk, and he knew it. It got up, and slammed the door behind him.

Once Ron was safely inside a stall in the boys bathrroom, he sat down. He would have wrote in his journal, but Cho still had it. He leaned his head on the wall and began to cry.

"It's just not fair. Why is my life so screwed up." Ron said out loud, tears still streaming down his face. He heard someone come through the door. The mysterious person had gone into one of the other stalls and Ron decided that now would be a time to leave, so no one would see him. When he was just about to go out the door he heard that same drawling voice that he had heard so many times before, " What's got your panties up in a knot weaselbee?"

It was Draco Malfoy. Ron's heart began to flutter, but his mind was full of hatred. What was this new feeling that he was experiencing?"

"None of your business, Draco." Ron had emphasized his name. Draco hates his name.

Draco walked right into Ron's face. What is it with everyone doing that lately? "I told you never to call me that." Draco had his wand pushed into Ron's stomach. They stood there for a moment, then Draco relieved the pressure.

"Your just lucky, Weasley. I am feeling generous today." With a curt nod, he walked back out the door.

Ron stood there, breathing heavily, not from fright, or hate, but love.

The next day, Cho was staring down into her bowl of cereal, hoping that something would come along and cheer her up. Just then, Ron walked up to her, and tapped her on the shoulder. Cho jumped.

"You scared me!" Cho looked at him and Ron nodded.

"Did you read my journal?" Ron sat down beside her, despite the fact it was the ravenclaw table.

"Yes. Ron, why can't you just talk to Malfoy?" She pushed her cereal aside and propped her head on her elbow on the table.

"Yeah, no. If I could, I would, but we hate each other. Remember?" Ron scratched his large nose and stared over at the slytherin table, to see Malfoy staring at him, a slight smile on his thin lips.

"Did you see that! I swear that he just smiled at me!" Ron felt his heart swell in his chest.

"I just don't understand how you can love someone you hate Ron." Cho had sighed and looked over at Malfoy. He was no longer looking, but he was blushing.

"I don't actually know. It's just a feeling. I don't even know if it's real. Anyways, I will see you in History of magic. I have to go get my books from upstairs."

When Ron started to walk away, Cho called out, "Ron, you forgot something!" He came back and she passed him his journal.

"Thanks," he whispered. He carelessly placed it in his back and walked out the door. Just as he reached them, the journal fell out of his bag. When everyone was filing out of the great hall to go to their morning classes no one noticed the journal.

No one, except Draco Malfoy.

It's exciting isn't it? Makes you want to read more, doesn't it?