AN: HERE IT IS...

Chapter 3:

Ron Weasley was lying down on his bed in number twelve Grimmauld Place tossing and turning trying to find some sleep. After a few more minutes he sighed got up and poured himself a glass of water on his night stand. He relished the cool water that went down his dry throat. His reason for sleep evading him?

Harry Potter.

He was worried about him, his best mate was likely to go in state of depression, curl up, cry till he was out of tears and shut himself out from everybody and become moody and emotional prat.

It was quite harsh but that was the truth.

He had already begun to shut himself off with everyone by not answering a single letter, not one!

Ron hated when Harry went into this state he made everyone go bonkers worrying about him, his mum, Ginny, Hermione... that bothered Ron above everything else even Harry in prat mode...he couldn't deny his more than obvious feelings for Hermione, and not the friend type this whatever it was, wasn't friendship. He knew that Harry and Hermione were very close, but how close were they really.

He took another sip of water.

He realised if they were more than friends who could never live past that, well... he could but it would take more than enough time before he did something stupid and, knowing himself, he groaned. It would already be too late.

Then he realised there was still Viktor Krum.

By this time Ron was pummelling his pillow with rage at the thought. If Harry never got Vicky would. He was perfect – handsome, famous, international Quidditch star, intelligent. In other words he was all what Ron wasn't.

Ron realised with a frustrated sigh no matter what happened Hermione would never see him as something more than a best friend.

But, Ron thought, he could at least try because if Viktor or Harry got to Hermione anyways.

He wasn't about to let her go so fast.

Ron's mind then travelled back to Harry. This summer he was distant, as was expected. But then there was that Dementor attack. The funny part was he never received a letter for under age magic. Well, Ron thought as sleep was coming to conquer him that would be one of the things he would ask him as well as a good kick up his emotional arse.

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Hermione Granger was sitting in her room at number twelve Grimmauld Place thinking of her emerald eyed best friend.

To say she was worried about him was saying Hagrid had a small obsession with dangerous creatures. He would always do this, but this was something different entirely. He wasn't answering anything sending owls back, but at least he read the letters. Hermione was concerned about his way of blaming everything on himself and with what happened with Cedric... He was in dire need of some support and help. Then there was Ron.

He was acting weird around Hermione all of sudden. It wasn't his usual arrogant demeanour. He never started any arguments or did something to cause one. He was just different. Not that Hermione was complaining about it, though. She liked the change in him, maybe he did actually grow up and learn some manners, and goodness knows he needed them.

Her train of thought then went to Viktor Krum.

She knew he liked her, but the question on her mind was, were the feelings mutual? She supposed they did go to the Yule Ball together, but it never really took off after that.

Not to mention every time they kissed, her mind would always nag that something was wrong followed by a flash of red.

She was so confused by this; the flash of red could only have been...Ron. Was his new attitude a sign or...what?

She groaned as her head hit the pillow. Life wasn't fair she thought grimly to herself.

Next door to Hermione there was another red head, who was nearly as confused as the other two inhabitants of number twelve Grimmauld Place. While the other two were tossing and turning in their beds this red head was sitting in front of her dresser combing her hair.

Her name was Ginny.

She was thinking of the same messy haired boy.

Harry Potter was for a long time the more than obvious crush whom she had never met. She thought he would be a fairytale prince, with a strong build, but only had time for her. She grinned at the thought, but sighed and closed her eyes. She thought doing out with Michael Corner would make her more confident and get over her crush with the boy wonder. At least it worked to some extent.

She wouldn't blush or make odd squeaking sounds when he was near.

But as much as she tried it was impossible to stop her raging crush, because no matter how much she avoided him, no matter how hard she snogged Michael, no matter how moody and emotional he could be.

He was still better that what she ever expected.

He was a bit on the slim side, but he had a heart of gold, he was so modest, he was clever, he had the most brilliant green eyes, which alone could drive nearly any girl insane. He also had the messiest hair on the planet that practically screamed for someone to run their hands through it. But the best thing about him was his ability to live on, his parents died, his childhood was lashed with pain and abuse, he has nearly died seven times, people would always point and insult him...well only the Slytherins.

Yet, after all that he was still confident, funny, strong and above all he was still a hero.

AN: Well that's Chapter 3 now the fun really starts!

I've set the stage now all that's missing is YOUR REVIEWS!