Hey guys, sorry if this sucks. it was just a quick idea and i didn't want to lose it.

Disclaimer: again, Jo owns everything, as she is the only one whose ever made billions by writing these brilliant books.

The next morning, Hermione awoke with her once sleek hair (which, apparently, required a whole lot of Sleekeezy's Hair Potion) back to its original bushy state. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered her conversation with Neville after her row with Ron last night at the Yule Ball. "Oh Merlin." Hermione said aloud. "I seemed to have completely left Viktor when I was arguing with Ron!"

Hermione's stomach plummeted as she remembered what Neville said in particular:

"I'll snatch the journal from him in his sleep. Expect a parcel containing the journal in your bag tomorrow." Hermione raced down to the Gryffindor Common Room, all thoughts of Viktor aside. She ran up to her bag, which she always leaves on the couch, and ripped it open. Inside was a brown, paper-wrapped book. The cover of the wrapping paper read: To Hermione, treat this well. Read as much as you can during the day and return it to me at the end of classes each day. I'll put it back in Ron's wardrobe and continue bringing it to you each day until you can reply.

~Neville.

Hermione read the mysterious message over again before the ink disappeared. Before I can reply? Reply to what? Hermione thought. She figured she'd best be reading the journal before the end of classes today, so she tore off the paper, flipped open the cover without bothering to look at it, and read:

December Seventeenth:

Hey, Journal, Ron here. I figured I should start a journal recording what I say in my dreams sooner, but, as usual, I forgot, so here you go.

I woke up precisely at midnight, after a simply wonderful dream. I was looking in the mirror of Erisied, and I saw me, with two little children by me, both redheads. Standing next to me was a woman who looked to be about 37, smiling next to him. She had auburn, bushy hair cascading down her back, and it was none other than Hermione Granger. Harry chose this time to wake me up and tell me to stop mumbling Hermione's name, not only was it annoying but his scar hurt and he needed rest. So I chose to sit there and think about Hermione. I remember how cocky and self-assured she was, and I also remember how much I hated her.

Or, at least, how much I wanted to hate her. I remember groaning when she was about to come over, but her witty remarks were always hilarious, and I soon grew to liking her. Am I being too sentimental? Bloody hell, I'm off my knocker, I'm asking questions to a book Ginny got for me.

Then second year came along. I remember my heart sinking when I found out she had been petrified. Harry and I rushed to the Hospital Wing. I was quite distraught. Ok, maybe I'm trying to make this a little more dramatic, so I'll tone it down. I was upset. I also remember when she came back. She didn't hug me. Why didn't she hug me? She hugged Harry.

Third year. I briefly remember me realizing that she smelled like vanilla. her bushy hair had been cut to shoulder length, which made it look less bushy and more curly. Ah, the adventures! Her and Harry falling down a mysterious hole that led to a shack, just to save me from a mysterious dog. Friendship couldn't get better in the Wizarding World, could it?

This year…..is when I started talking in my sleep….about Hermione. I've said..things. that involve….sappy words and poems and rings…I also briefly realized that she was pretty. But hings haven't been good for us. We keep fighting. Why are we fighting. But, I realized something. Hermione, you make me absoloutley frustrated. butwe're still friends regardless.

"friends." Hermione retaliated, hurt and remembering Neville's comment. "...and i know for a fact he wants you too." But when will it say he wants me? Hermionethought. Or will it ever? Or will I just be that single girl, who wants an absoloutley mad boy she cant' have?

"What's that?" A tired looking Ron Weasley said as he came trotting down the stairs from the boy's dormitory.

"An advanced runes translation book." Hermione lied quickly, stuffing the book into her bag. She had a feeling this was the only part of this excerpt she could read today.

"Oh…I thought it was…..it looked like…nevermind." Ron said, shrugging it off.

"shall we go to breakfast then?" he asked, suddenly bright.

"yes, let's." Hermione said, slinging her bag over her shoulder and releasing a breath she didn't' realize she had been holdng.