I woke up and checked the time in my alarm clock, the luminous green light casting a soft glow over my bed side table. Reminding me of how I spent all of last night sitting on my bed doodling away on a piece of parchment whilst thinking about the hectic week that had just passed.

Finally when I was snapped out of my train of though I looked downed and realised that it had been her name I had been writing all along totally surrounded by hearts. I went to sleep deciding that maybe a good night's sleep would help me figure everything out, but I woke up just as confused. I didn't know why I was feeling this; I mean there must be some sort of logical way to think this through. Maybe it's because she was really my first female friend when I came to Hogwarts. Sure I hadn't been starved of people to play with when I was younger, it was just that it was always my brothers or one of their friends, so I had always grown up around boys. Maybe this was a reason I felt such a strong attraction to Hermione.

But that still doesn't explain why I'm thinking about how she managed to tame what was once a mound of frizzy hair into beautiful sleek curls which bounce on her back when she walks. Or the way it seems like her soft brown eyes can just see right through my charade, like they can see right into my soul. Okay so that's a bit cheesy, but still it's crazy how last summer I could sleep in the same bed as her almost half naked and not be bothered at all, but now I can hardly stand being near her without stuttering stupidly over everything I say.

This is bad. Very bad.

Still I'm not going to do anything stupid and risk losing my friendship with her. Because I know that if that happened I would be a lot worse for ware than I am now. Maybe I could just avoid her for a while and see what happens, I', sure that if I could just stay away from her for a while then these feeling would just fade away as well, and it could all go back to normal. I hope it would anyway I mean it's the Christmas holidays now and we're all going back to the Burrow in about 5 days, which means that I would have to start sharing a room with Hermione in 5 Days, which means that I cannot under any circumstances let my feeling get out of hand.

I made my way down to the common room to sit by the fire for a while and then get some breakfast, it was a Saturday so there were no lessons I had to rush to, so I thought I may as well take some time. I was at the bottom of the stairs leading into the common room when I saw that I was not the only one up this early and someone else had beat me to the spot. She was sitting there by the fire reading a book looking perfectly content. Without a word I made my way towards the portrait hole pretending that I hadn't seen her, knowing that it would be stupid to go back into my room. Now that I was fully dressed I might as well just go out side for a wall. I walked fast, but not fast enough as by the time I was about three quarters of the way there I heard her call my name.

"Yeah Hermione," I said, she looked shocked at the use of her full name instead of the nick name I normally used for her. I silently scolded myself for making her think that my bad mood was her fault.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to sit with me for a while and then grab some breakfast?" she asked softly. I was crying inside, she did not know how much that I really wanted to do that, but I knew that spending that much time with her alone would completely disregard my plans of trying to avoid being near her for a while.

"I'm sorry Mione, maybe tomorrow but I have to go…do something right now," I said. Right smooth "I have to go do something" she was going to think that I was messed up in the head; I mean who the hell says that. No one says that. God I really do need a walk. I made my way out of that common room and into the grounds hoping that some fresh air would do me good. It was freezing out there and I soon regretted not bringing a coat or jumper but I couldn't walk right back into the common room and get one without being spotted by Hermione and that would confuse her quite a bit. I walked around the grounds just letting my feet talk me where that wanted to not really paying attention to anything, savouring the peace and quiet, something that I don't get a lot of being a Weasley.

I looked up realising that I had subconsciously led my self to my favourite spot by the lake, a secluded like area that was protected from the weather by being boarded on one side by big boulders and on the other side by some tree. I went in and settled my self down in the corner, I immediately felt better now that I wasn't being attacked by the wind. And for the first time in a couple of days, I felt totally at piece. I closed my eyes intending to just rest for a moment and clear my head. But the position was obviously a lot more comfortable that I though because within minutes I had dozed off. I woke up about an hour and bit later to see that the sun had risen quite a bit keeping me warm. I sat there for a while just enjoying the view and the privacy but then decided to get up and wander around for a bit. I knew that breakfast would be over by now, and to be honest I wasn't really hungry so decided to just wait until lunch. I knew that if I went back to the common room Hermione would be there with Ron and Harry and she would probably ask for an explanation about my abrupt departure from the common room this morning.

So I opted to go to the library and find some sort of mildly interesting book that I could hide my head behind so I didn't just chucked out by the librarian. I walked in and found, as I had expected, that it was basically empty. I went to the back of the library not wanting to be disturbed and sat by a table that enabled me to look out onto the fields as well. I had been sitting there for about Two hours absent mindedly doodling on a piece of scrap parchment much like yesterday night, and much like yesterday night I had been doodling the same thing. I was snapped out my train of though as I saw a small figure (they were too small for me to distinguish who they were0 walking out towards the lake. They looked round for a bit then apparently not seeing who/or what they wanted to, sat down and started to wait. At first they would look round every few minutes, after while like looked around every 10 minutes or so, then every 20 minutes, eventually they stopped looking around and just sat there. There was something captivating about this figure I just couldn't look away from them, I sat there for a while just looking at them until I was brought back to earth by a load rumble from my stomach.

I realised that I hadn't eaten all day and that this was very unlike myself, I was going to make my way down to the great hall when I realised that lunch had probably finished by now. And knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold of until dinner I made my way to the kitchen. When I got there all the house elves were bustling around preparing dinner. But it didn't stop about a dozen of them from coming to me and demanding that I have a three course meal. So I sat in the comfortable warmth of the kitchen and steadily ate my way though one serving of Shepard's pie and one slice of warm treacle tart.

Once I was done, and had politely refused the offer of some more food thanking the elves. I decided that I couldn't hide any longer and that I might as well make my way to the common room.

As I climbed though the portrait I noticed that the common room was pretty much empty except for a few third years playing exploding snap in a corner, and a pair of fifth years playing wizards chess on one of the tables I made my way to the fire and sat in one of the arm chairs.

I then noticed that there was a figure curled up on the arm chair in front of me, quietly sobbing oblivious to my presence. I looked closer and realised that it was her. Suddenly a spurt of anger rose up inside of me. And I was ready to tear the person who had made her upset limb from limb. I was out of my seat and by her side in a second.

"Mione, what wrong? Why are you crying? Who upset you?" I asked her. I had my arm around her and as I looked at her face I notice that her eyes were bloodshot. She had been crying for a while. She looked at me and immediately launched herself onto me sobbing even louder.

"I'm sorry, I did something wrong…I know I did…just tell me why your angry with me and I'll stop…please don't avoid me…." She cried at me. I looked at her with a totally confused expression on my face.

"What are you talking about Mione, why would I be angry at you, you haven't done anything wrong," I said softly wiping her tears on my t-shirt sleeve not caring that it was getting dirty,

"But this morning you ran off, and then at lunch I wanted to ask why and you didn't turn up to eat I was so worried…and today's our day…we always spend it by the lake…so I went there and waited for hours and you didn't turn up, you never miss our time by the lake but you just didn't turn up, I must have done something wrong," she cried into my arm. How could I be so stupid, of course she would think that it was her fault with me acting like a complete idiot and running of without telling her. And that figure by the lake, it was her she had waited all that time just for me, a small smile crept onto my face when I realised how much she cared. But it was soon wiped of when I realised that I had been the one to upset Hermione. I cradled her in my arm, slowly rocking her, I told her that it wasn't her fault, that I had just forgotten, I told it was my fault and that I was sorry, so sorry for making her cry. And as she fell asleep in my arms I realised that this is how I wanted it to be, and I realised that I had just fallen in love with her a little bit more.

So this is chapter three, I didn't get any reviews last time and I was really sad. But some people added me to their alert list so I figured some people must be reading it, I think that this is the longest chapter I had ever uploaded in a fic. And well hope you guys enjoyed it, reviews are appreciated =]