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Disclaimer: the brilliance of this story is owed to Jo Rowling, who made me believe in magic.

Hermione was quiet as she walked down to breakfast with Ron and Harry. If he really has feelings for me, why doesn't he act like it! She thought in exasperation during one of their classic bickers. Though she caught him shooting her occasional glances, he didn't act any differently than usual. She had a free period while Ron and Harry had a double potions, and after she bid farewell to her friends, she sat in the Astronomy Tower and read the next excerpt.

December Twentieth:

My apologies I haven't written in a while. I have so much homework and tensions with Hermione have been higher than ever. Tensions and worries with Harry are high too, with the triwizard tournament and all that….i wonder if Hermione has a date to the Yule Ball yet, it'd be great if I asked her, you know, just as friends, I think…

I was talking in my sleep again. This time, the acromantulas were trying to get Hermione, and I actually managed to slay a few. That is, until I woke up screaming "Hermione! Hermione! Wait, don't take her!" Neville shook it out of me, and when I asked if he heard anything, he only smirked and said I should be less obvious about my dream diary. A Dream Diary? Is that what this bloody thing is called?

December twenty-first.

I decided to try and ask Hermione to the dance today, you know, casually at first. The poor girl, she told me someone's already asked her! Sure, that's what she thinks. I hope its not goody-goody Krum, with his muscular build, and deep voice, and tan skin. Blimey! If it is him, ill have to have a go at him. He's bloody eighteen! Hermione's only fourteen! I mean, its not that I care if she ACTUALLY has a date other than me. Nope, don't care. Don't care at all. This entry never happened. I. Do. Not. Have. Feelings. For. Hermione. Granger. Nope. Not. At. All. Oh merlin, what am I kidding? Why am I thinking about her this way?

Hermione smiled to herself. So maybe he does feel the same way. She would run to him right now and tell him how she feels, but she needed to wait.

Read as much as you like until you have a response. Neville's voice said in Hermione's head. So, she made a decision and looked at the next excerpt, surprised to find that his next entry was the night of the Yule Ball.

December twenty fifth:

The Yule Ball was HORRID. I walked in wit Padma Patil only to find Hermione (she looked stunning, I must say) with none other than that Bulgarian bon-bon, VIKTOR KRUM. I used to look up to him, obsessed over him really, until he took Hermione, my Hermione. How could she be so gullible? I was really angry and was having a miserable time, watching her have fun with someone other than me. So finally, as out nights usually end, we got into a row, which ended with Hermione asking me to ask her next time, anc my face turning bright red. And then, in all my Weasley fashion, I blew it. Which, of course, ended with her in tears. Over me. Tears over me? Could Hermione Jean Granger, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, have feelings for me, Ron Weasley, Hogwart's resident ginger and oaf? Merlin, I hope so. What? Ronald Bilius Wasley, you stop that! Stop talking about her like youre going to marry her someday! Stop calling her beautiful! I mean I know she is but, RON!

Well, as you can see, I'm fighting my inner controversy, I might as well get some rest, I've got double potions tomorrow with Snape.