A/N1: Hello. Wow I have a changed idea. I'm posting this now and there will be another chapter VERY SOON:D

Disclaimer: I don't own HP!!! isn't it obvious?

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XXXXXHermioneXXXXX (Weasleys backyard. Official New Year.)

Ron looked at Hermione with a face of utmost eagerness and expectancy and Hermione's heart broke. Why did I do that? Now I'll have to say no and when he asks why I can't tell him the real reason...he'll be so hurt.

"I'm so sorry Ron." His face fell instantaneously.

"I don't understand. I thought you liked me." I do but I can't do this. I'm so sorry. I can't see you as more than a friend. And even if I did, there's too much going on right now.

"I do. But I can't do this. I'm so sorry. I can't see you as more than a friend."

"But...but you—you kissed me back." Hermione hung her head in shame.

"I know."

"I don't understand. Is there somebody else?" No...but there will be eventually and against my will. Yeah and guess who, the one and only ferret.

"...No."

"Then why—"

"I'm so sorry Ron." With that, Hermione turned on her heel and fled to her and Ginny's room with tears threatening to fall. The sound of the door slamming alerted the rest of the Weasley's and they turned to look at Ron.

"What happened?" Asked Harry.

"Where's Hermione?" Ginny demanded. "What did you do to her?" Ron chose not to answer either of them immediately and he sat down where Hermione had previously been sitting and put his head in his hands.

"I kissed her." Ginny silently groaned at her brother's naivety and idiocy. Although, Ginny reasoned, Hermione didn't help anything with her reaction to his present at Christmas; that certainly didn't help, in fact that probably made it worse.

"I kissed her and she kissed me back. I thought she liked me. She does, but it's strictly platonic to her. I don't understand. I thought that we would be perfect together. I thought..." Ron trailed off and stared into the darkness. His family looked on sadly, not really knowing what to do or say.

Hermione ran up to Ginny's room and collapsed on the bed. What have I done? Why the hell did I freaking kiss him back anyway?!?! I don't like him like that at all. This is not good. Not good at all. What if our friendship is ruined? Stupid Ron, stupid mirror, stupid Draco! Why did this have to happen? I wish that none of it did. I wish this was all just a terrible nightmare and that I would wake up and this horrible dream would fade to the back of my memory!! Fantastic way to start the New Year; if this is a sign of the year to come the best option for me is to spend it in my bed. Hermione cried into her pillow until she fell into an uneasy sleep. She was so far gone though, that when Ginny entered their room an hour later, Hermione heard nothing. Ginny smiled sadly at the pitiful form of her sleeping friend, knowing that she was in a bad state right now. She would wait until tomorrow to find out Hermione's version of the story. In the meantime, Ginny climbed into her own bed and gave Hermione the sleep that she so desperately needed.

The next morning, Mrs. Weasley called everyone for breakfast, but Hermione didn't show. Ginny shrugged it off to everyone as just being tired from staying up until midnight. After everyone had eaten, she took up a plate of food to Hermione but when she got up there Hermione was still asleep so she left the tray there and hoped she would wake up and eat it. By lunchtime, Hermione still hadn't come down. Everyone was worried about her, except for Ron. No one could really tell with him.

Ginny told them another excuse to cover the fact that she was still alternating between sleeping and crying.

"She's probably still sleeping because she wasn't used to staying up that late and it probably threw off her schedule." Everyone accepted that and went back to eating.

"May I be excused? I want to take a tray up to Hermione." Molly nodded and Ginny got up and went into the kitchen to prepare a tray.

Before she opened the door to their room, she heard soft crying. Not knowing what else to do and not wanting to force her to talk, Ginny walked back down the stairs quietly and then proceeded to walk up stomping all the way. She figured that it would give Hermione a chance to pretend she was asleep if she still wasn't ready to talk. And when she opened the door, she saw Hermione 'sleeping.' Ginny smiled wryly and left the tray where the breakfast one was and took the empty one from breakfast back.

At dinnertime, Hermione finally came downstairs. She looked a wreck. Her eyes were puffy and her hair was wild: very poufy and frizzy. She had tried to tame it, but nothing had worked apparently. She ate silently and made no eye contact with anybody. Everyone soon got up to clear their plates and they were all in the kitchen and she, Ron, Harry and Ginny were the only ones still eating. Ron got up to take his plate in and she looked up at him.

"Ron...?" He looked down at her and quickly looked away, ignoring her and taking his plate to the kitchen. Harry looked at her sympathetically and followed Ron out. Hermione let out a dry sob and fled up to her room. Ginny took both of their plates up and hurried to their room to catch Hermione before she feigned sleep again. When Ginny opened the door, she cautiously peered inside to see if Hermione was 'sleeping.' She wasn't so Ginny went and sat down next to her friend silently and waited for her to talk. Ginny knew that she would when she was ready to.

"Everything is messed up!! I didn't mean to kiss him back; I got caught up in the moment. I liked him in 4th year, and I still do...but it won't work. And I hurt him. Nothing will be the same, our friendship is probably ruined and I can't do anything about it. He won't listen to me so how can I apologize?" Hermione cried again and Ginny comforted her.

"It's ok, it can only get better. He has to listen to you eventually; he can't stay mad at you forever. It'd be impossible. Besides, once he hears your reasoning he has to understand. You didn't ask for a soul mate. You didn't ask for it to be Malfoy."

Hermione sniffed. "Yeah, I hope so. He should understand, but you know how hotheaded he can be. I just hope he'll still listen to me or at least still talk to me once he knows about me and Malfoy."

Little did they know that Harry was outside the door, listening to everything they were saying.

TBC…

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A/N2: Please review. No flames!!

Lovelove, Amanda