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This chapter takes place the next day after the last chapter, and it's a little lengthy. I felt it was an important chapter though. It focuses more on Ron/Hermione's relationship, as well as Harry/Ron's.

The next chapter will definitely be more angsty, so enjoy the fluff while you can!

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Chapter 6:

The morning after Harry and Ginny's first date, Hermione awoke ahead of Ginny as per usual and started getting herself ready for the day. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, and fixed her hair as best as she could. 10 minutes afterwards, she tried to get Ginny to get out of bed.

Several attempts later, Ginny finally complied and got up to get ready for breakfast. She sealed herself in the bathroom like she always did when she did her hair and make-up, leaving Hermione sitting on the edge of her bed with her thoughts.

Hermione was especially anxious to get downstairs this morning. Something about the way her and Ron's night had gone the evening before had her absolutely giddy inside. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she was certain there had been something different. First, they had been working on their essays. Then, they had a row about whether or not Ron had feelings, which she had wholeheartedly regretted. Caught up in her repent, she had started grabbing and holding his hand. She hadn't even noticed she had been doing it at first, but to her delight Ron didn't seem to mind. After that, they had a moment where she had been staring into his eyes, but to her further delight he chose not to pull his eyes away.

It was that gesture that had her feeling very happy this morning. The fact that he didn't want to look away from her any more than she wanted to look away from him. It had her questioning their entire relationship, but not in a bad way. She was starting to convince herself that maybe there were some mutual romantic feelings between them.

The thought of Ron ever wanting to be more than her friend had her feeling like she was on a cloud, but she was trying to remain calm and collected. There was always the possibility that she was reading too much into their interactions last night, and it could cause for some serious disappointment on her side if she had been mistaken. She desperately tried to push her excitement and feelings inside of her, trying to convince herself and everyone around her that she wasn't as eager as she was to see Ron that morning.

After a good 10 more minutes, Ginny finally came out from the bathroom and was ready to go. They left the dorm and headed down the stairs to the common room, eyeing Harry and Ron waiting for them in the same sofa they had been waiting on yesterday morning.

Harry and Ron both rose from the sofa at the sight of the girls coming down and made their way towards them. Hermione saw the smile on Ron's face as he moved towards her, and she couldn't help but smile back with a huge grin. She tried to tone it down when she realized she probably looked like some sort of smiling idiot.

Her smile then dwindled at the sight of Harry's expression. He didn't look as excited as he had been yesterday, and she could tell he was thinking of something unpleasant. Something wasn't right, and she made a mental note to ask him about it in confidence when she had the chance.

"Morning, Harry. Morning, Ron," said Hermione, her excitement picking up again at the sight of Ron smiling back at her.

"Morning," they both said in unison, Ron's voice much more cheery than Harry's.

Ginny smiled at Harry and started making her way for the entrance, and he smiled back as he walked alongside her, suddenly looking a little happier than he had looked when they had first come down. Hermione went to follow behind them, but Ron pulled her back by her elbow.

"Hermione, have you noticed something… unusual… about Harry's mood this morning?" he asked, a clear tone of concern in his voice.

Hermione looked at him and nodded her head as her smile faded. "Yes, I did notice. Any idea what could be wrong?"

Ron looked baffled and shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't the foggiest. Maybe he's just tired or something, but if it keeps up all day I'll probably ask him about it tonight."

Hermione nodded in approval and they both made their way to the entrance, not wanting Harry and Ginny to realize that they had been talking behind them. They quickly caught up with them, but Harry and Ginny hadn't even seemed to notice that Ron and Hermione hadn't been directly behind them the whole time.

After a minute or two of walking, Hermione decided to start a conversation. "So…" started Hermione, trying to break the ice that seemed to form between them every time they went to bed the night before. "Were you fortunate enough to hear all the details of Harry and Ginny's date last night?" she asked in a jokingly sarcastic tone. She laughed at the sight of Ron scrunching up his nose and grimacing.

"Not all the details, but believe me when I say I heard enough. Bloody hell…" he said, shuddering at the memory of Harry telling him about how he had kissed his sister. Hermione couldn't help but keep from laughing again as she caught on to exactly which part of Harry and Ginny's date he had to have been thinking of. He looked down at her laughing and chuckled, his lopsided grin growing across his face.

"I'm surprised he even told you about that!" she half whispered with a big smile of her own, not wanting to be heard by Harry.

"Yeah, well I really, really wish he hadn't," responded Ron with another small laugh. Hermione broke out into a another fit of laughter at the tone of his voice, but quickly covered her smile with her hand as Harry and Ginny both turned their heads around to look at her with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes.

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After breakfast, Hermione and Ron headed for their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom while Harry walked Ginny to her own class. They had managed to make it to the classroom well before Harry this time, and were sitting at a table waiting for Snape to get there and start the class.

"You know," said Ron, turning to look at Hermione, "I still think there's something up with Harry today. It was something about the expression on his face during breakfast that made him seem, I don't know, distracted. Don't ya' think?" His face was full of worry and concern for his friend, and it was almost enough to make Hermione melt inside as she thought about how cute it was that he cared about Harry so much.

"I think you're right. Maybe it's best you try to talk to him about it tonight?" she finally pushed out, trying to set her feelings for Ron aside for a minute to discuss something serious.

"Yeah, I think I will. It's probably something related to those… things… the ones we aren't supposed to mention out loud," he said quietly, looking around to make sure nobody was listening in on their conversation.

Hermione nodded her agreement and rolled her eyes. "That wouldn't surprise me with the way he's been obsessing over them. Either that, or he'll be on again about Malfoy."

"Yeah. I'm surprised he hasn't driven himself mental by now," responded Ron with a half-smile. "What do you think's taking him so long anyways?"

Hermione shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe him and Ginny couldn't hold back their desire to snog any longer, so they've gone off and found a broom closet somewhere," she said as casually as possible with a small devilish smirk on her face. She didn't know why, but she suddenly felt like getting a rise out of him.

"UGH!" shouted Ron, his face scrunched up and his tongue sticking out in disgust. He shook his head from side to side as Hermione broke out into hysterical laughter from beside him. She figured she might as well have fun with this while she could. After a good minute, her giggles finally slowed as she gripped her heaving chest with one hand and Ron's right arm with the other. He looked down at her hand grasping his arm and then at her face as an amused smile of his own quickly replaced the disgusted expression he had before.

"I'm sorry, Ron," she said, still trying to keep from laughing. "It's just so easy." She looked up at him with a mischievous look and snickered as his face grew an even larger grin in response to her cheekiness.

"Well, I'm glad you find it so funny," he said, chuckling along with her. "You and Harry don't have any siblings, so you guys just don't understand. If only Harry had a sister, then maybe he would-"

He stopped short and his eyes suddenly narrowed a little at her as his face filled with the same pestering amusement that Hermione's had been full of a minute ago.

"Hey, Hermione," he said, the sly grin on his face growing as his arm snaked around her shoulders in a flirtatious way. "You and Harry are pretty much like siblings, wouldn't you say?"

Hermione broke out into more laughter at the sight of his eyebrows wiggling up and down over the sly grin on his face. She knew he was only joking around with her, but the feeling of his arm around her and the proximity of his body to hers had her feeling extra flirty and bold. She might as well go along with it and drag out the moment a little while longer.

"I would say we're just as close as any real siblings, yes," she said, still smirking up at him.

"Oh, really?" replied Ron in a saucy ton, his arm still draped around her. "Well whaddaya' say we go find our own broom closet, hm? That would really stick it to Harry." His eyebrows began wiggling again as he laughed at his own joke.

Hermione casually laughed along, but inside she could feel her heart beating faster than ever and her blood pumping through her at a rate that she was sure was unnatural. The thought of sneaking off to a broom closet with Ron Weasley was enough to induce a heart attack…

After a few seconds, she realized she was staring again and tried to remind herself that he was simply joking around with her, and to not get so caught up with his proposition. She tried to play it off cool as though there was ever a reason for not wanting to slide into a dark, cramped closet with Ron.

"Hm, I don't know… there might be an awfully large amount of spiders and other creepy things in one of those closets…" she played along, pretending to contemplate his offer.

Ron sucked his lips inside his mouth and narrowed his eyes as he stared upwards, pretending to mull it over in his own mind. "That's true… I can't say I enjoy spiders very much." Hermione giggled and nodded at the biggest understatement of the year.

His expression then lightened. "But… I think it'd be worth it," he added in a softer tone. He smiled down at her, but his smile was more sincere this time and less joking. She felt her heart flutter at the tone of sincerity in his voice and she smiled back at him, hoping to express a similar emotion in her eyes.

"Ahem!"

Ron suddenly ripped his arm from around Hermione as he pulled his face away from hers. He turned to his left to see Harry had already seated himself on Ron's other side. Hermione saw the tone in his face brighten at Harry's knowing smirk, and she felt her own cheeks flush alongside his.

"Oh, hey, mate…" said Ron, his voice seeming to have gone up a couple octaves higher. "We were just talking about you. What took ya' so long?"

"Oh nothing, just dawdling I guess…" he trailed off, his smirk disappearing.

Hermione noticed that his face looked much more relaxed than it had been earlier that morning, but he still looked somewhat distracted. She looked over at Ron who was already giving her a knowing look, almost as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. He discreetly nodded to her as if silently promising to talk to Harry later that night to find out what was wrong.

The doors to the classroom suddenly burst open and Professor Snape entered the room as the students voices all hushed to whispers, and then finally silence. He walked up the aisle and turned on his heel to face them once he had reached the front of the classroom. His arms were straight at his sides and his black, straggly hair framed his face as he stared at them without blinking.

"Turn to page 394," he said, his voice as grim as ever. The sound of students flipping through their textbooks to find the right page was all that could be heard as he stood, still staring at them with full force.

Hermione then noticed that Snape was looking in their direction, or more specifically, in Ron's direction. She looked to her left to see Ron staring at his unopened book, his head being held up by his hand and his eyelids starting to flutter close. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Snape stiffly walking over to them and she nudged Ron with her elbow to warn him, but it was too late.

Ron was startled awake by Hermione's elbow and he looked up from his book to see Snape standing tall in front of him, the shadow of his body falling over top of him like a ton of bricks. He gulped, and Hermione knew he probably had no idea what he was even about to be scolded for. It wasn't unusual for him to not be paying attention in class.

"I see you have chosen not to listen to class instructions again, have you Weasley?" asked Snape slowly, his voice bleak and cold.

Hermione started to take pity on Ron as she watched him squirm to sit up straight. She was all too familiar with Snape's scolding, and it was nothing short of terrifying.

"Well I, err… no Sir, I'm listening. See?" said Ron, as he pointed to his book and started aimlessly flipping through the pages.

Snape's eyes continued to stare daggers into Ron's as he pulled the right side of his cloak and spun around to face the front of the classroom. He took a couple slow steps forward before speaking again.

"Very well. Then tell me," he said, turning on his heel to face Ron once more, still clutching the right side of his cloak in his fist, "what is the best way for you to defend yourself against a Dementor?"

Hermione's pity grew as she watched Ron stare at Snape, his mouth agape and his eyes blinking wildly. She, of course, knew the answer. But how could he not know this? They were all too familiar with patronuses, especially after they had spent weeks learning how to make them back when they formed Dumbeldore's Army in fifth year. He had to have known! Maybe he was just a little put off from being put on the spot in front of the whole class. She continued to stare at him with widened eyes, her anticipation deepening as she sat on the edge of her seat waiting for him to answer.

"Well, err… I would have to say… err…" he started, his eyes focused on the ceiling, trying to evade Snape's glare. Snape's mouth turned up into a little smile at the sight of Ron's stuttering, and Hermione could see Ron's face contort as he racked his brain for the proper response. She could hear some of her classmates snickering at his answer, or rather lack thereof, and she wanted nothing more than to help him.

"You see, Weasley, this is why students like you need to pay attention in class. Dementors are a very real creature, and if you and one of them were to cross paths, I'm confident that-"

"A patronus!" blurted Hermione, no longer able to listen to Snape's condescending tone. She winced at the sound of desperation in her own voice, but she couldn't take it anymore. A combination of Snape's sinister joy in causing students discomfort, desire to aid Ron from his embarrassment, and knowing the answer but being unable to hear it come from Ron's mouth had run her patience thin. Snape was now staring at her with wide, displeased eyes, and the smile had been wiped from his face. She then noticed Ron looking at her as well with a small, thankful smile, and the scolding she was about to receive for ruining Snape's fun suddenly seemed worth it.

"Well, , it would seem that perhaps you are not the brightest witch of your age," Snape snickered harshly, slowly enunciating every syllable as clear as crystal. Hermione's face pulled into a frown at the coldness of his tone. That was not the response she had been expecting. "You, along with many of your classmates here, have been given the impression that a patronus is the best option. Perhaps if you paid closer attention to your curriculum then-"

"Just because the curriculum doesn't teach us how to use the spell doesn't mean it isn't effective!" Hermione snapped, starting to feel the anger inside of her bubbling. She wasn't usually one to act defiant, but something about Snape had set her off.

"Well, , I don't see your name written on the front of any of these curriculum textbooks, and I also don't imagine cutting into other people's sentences will get you very far in life, no matter how intelligent you believe you are."

Hermione's mouth dropped at his second insult to her intelligence in a matter of seconds, but before she could retort she heard a voice booming from beside her.

"Oi!" shouted Ron, standing up from his seat to reach eye level with Snape. "Hermione has always been the best student in our year! It wouldn't surprise me if she was even the best student in all of Hogwarts history of students, which by the way, includes you! In fact, I don't think it would surprise anyone, really!" He looked around the room to see several of his classmates silently nodding in agreement, and a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Hermione felt a tint of pink flush into her cheeks at the compliment as she unsuccessfully tried to suppress a tiny smile.

Her smile then quickly disappeared at the sight of Snape's face. His eyes were as wide as bowls and his eyebrows arched as he glared at all the students that had agreed with Ron. Why did Ron have to be so bold? She was certain his temper would one day be the death of him.

She looked over at Ron whose smirk had completely vanished as Snape stared back into his eyes with a face full of ire. He swallowed thickly and waited for Snape's reaction, evidently trying to keep his cool as best as he could. Hermione could feel a sense of guilt washing over her at the realization that Ron was about to get in trouble for sticking up for her. All the students, including Harry and herself, sat in silence as they anxiously waited to see what Ron's punishment would be for such disrespectful behaviour.

"Well one thing is for certain," started Snape, finally breaking the silence, his face mere inches from Ron's. "I can assure you that the best students of Hogwarts did not get where they are by insulting those that hand out their marks, Mr. Weasley. But perhaps… you would like to discuss this further in detention over the next week? Starting tonight. My office, 7 o'clock - sharp." His usually stiff face was contorted with rage and satisfaction as he stormed back up to the front of the classroom and began the lesson.

Ron slowly lowered himself back into his chair with an irritated look on his face, his eyes staring at the front of the classroom. Hermione and Harry stared at him from either side, mouths open, waiting for him to explain himself for ever doing something so dauntless. Finally sensing their eyes on him, he looked between his two friends with knitted eyebrows, acting as if he had no idea why they were so shocked.

"What?" he whispered harshly, eyes still darting from side to side between the two's faces.

"What the bloody hell has gotten into you?" Harry whispered back, his eyebrows knitted together even tighter than Ron's.

"Me?" responded Ron. "He was the one who was insulting Hermione for no good reason. He deserves it, the bloody prat." He huffed as he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

"Ron!" whispered Hermione in an angry, yet slightly astonished tone. "You can't just say whatever you please to a teacher! I'm surprised he only gave you one week's detention!" She quickly eased up and her face softened at the sight of Ron's mildly offended expression. "You didn't need to do that, especially not for my sake." She blushed at the last part as the realization that he had been trying to stand up for her finally kicked in.

Ron's own blush was seeping through his cheeks as his eyes caught Harry's knowing expression and then darted around the room, desperately avoiding both Harry and Hermione's glares.

"It, err… well don't worry about it, Hermione… I've wanted to do that for a while now. Even if it did wind me up with a week's worth of detention" he said, a slight chuckle in his voice. "If it wasn't you, I'm sure it would have been Harry or I getting the bad end of his mood. It would have been the same outcome no matter which one of us it was." Looking satisfied with his answer, he turned to face her and gave her a small smile. "Just, don't worry about it, okay?" he whispered again.

Hermione could see Harry from over Ron's shoulder as he quickly turned away from them, clearly feeling as though he should no longer be included in the conversation as he became engaged in Snape's lesson at the front of the class. She looked back down at Ron who was waiting for her to answer. She considered that maybe she was reading too much into his outburst, since he had just admitted he would have done the same for Harry or himself. He was, after all, known for his quick attitude.

"You know, you really need to work on your temper, Ron," she finally responded, returning his smile. "The insult was directed at me, and even I didn't mind it all that much. All he said was that I wasn't the brightest witch of my age, really. If that upsets you so much, then I'd hate to see what would happen if he was to say that you weren't the wittiest boy of our year, or that your hair isn't the brightest shade of red, or some god-awful thing like that," she whispered sarcastically, a small laugh escaping as Ron's eyes rolled and he grinned along with her.

"Har-har" he responded with just as much sarcasm, the grin expanding across his face. "And I don't really care if you didn't mind; you don't deserve that kind of treatment! It was true what I said, about you being the best student and all," he whispered. Hermione jokingly rolled her eyes at his comment with a small smile still glued on her face, but inside she felt positively giddy at the idea of Ron thinking she was the best at something.

"Well, thank you for the compliment, Ronald, but it really wasn't nec-"

"Hermione, I said not to worry about it!" he cut her off. An amused look danced across his face at the sound of Hermione clicking her tongue against his teeth at his interruption. "Besides… maybe I did it because it bothers me when people insult you, regardless of if you're offended or not," he whispered, a gentler tone in his voice. His face flushed some more but he continued to smile at her, and Hermione could feel her heart flutter at the sweetness of his smile. She felt her cheeks growing hotter and she quickly looked down at her desk to hide her growing blush, her lips clenching together to try to stop the smile on her face from growing into an overly goofy grin.

She could hear him chuckle lightly at her reaction, and when she eventually slowly looked back up at him he was already facing the front of the class, his arms still crossed, listening to Snape's lecture with a painstakingly boring expression. Hermione smiled to herself again at the thought of Ron standing up for her, especially against Snape, one of the most feared professors at Hogwarts. Maybe he had done it for her sake? She thought back to how she had been trying to explain how girls were attracted to the whole "knight in shining armour" idea to him the day before when he was teasing about Harry walking Ginny to her classroom. She had to admit, maybe Ron wasn't as hopeless as she had thought when it came to being charming.

Ron turned to face her once more with a raised eyebrow and a confused look on his face, and Hermione quickly realized she had been staring at him for a good five or so minutes. She bit her lip and her eyes darted to the front of the classroom as she blushed under his knowing gaze. She cursed herself for acting so girly, and she winced at how creepy he probably thought she was being. How long had he been aware she was staring at him?

To her further embarrassment, she could see him from the corner of her eye trying not to smile as he looked at her, and despite her mortification, she suddenly couldn't help but want to laugh at having been caught staring at him. Who exactly did she think she was kidding? She was nearly certain that there was something new happening between them, and trying to convince herself otherwise was downright pointless. She turned to meet his eyes and had to bite her lip harder to keep in a giggle at the sight of Ron. He was looking forward again and was desperately trying to hold in his own laugh by sucking his lips into his mouth and burying it beneath his fist that he had previously been resting his chin on. She wasn't exactly sure what was so funny, but she was happy to see that Ron could feel it too.

He caught her eyes once more as they both tried to contain their giggles, and they stared at each other for a while longer with smiles strung on their faces. It wasn't long before Hermione noticed Harry staring at them with the same raised-eyebrow expression that Ron had given her moments before when he caught her staring at him, and she felt the laughter trying to push its way out of her again as Ron clued in to what she was looking at. All Harry could do was stare at them with a raised brow and narrowed eyes, as he watched him try to supress their laughter once more.

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Harry stared at Ron, a look of complete disbelief on his face. Since when had Ron become so bold as to snap at a teacher, let alone Snape? He knew it had to have been in part because of what Snape had said to Hermione, but he still couldn't believe the words that had come out of Ron's mouth. Now he would be serving the next week in detention with Snape in his office.

Snape. Ron would be spending an entire week's evenings with Snape… What would he even be doing? Writing lines, perhaps? Cleaning? Sitting in silence? Maybe he would be forced to listen to Snape lecture him every night. What would he even talk about? How much smarter he was than Hermione? How great of a student he used to be? Harry winced as he thought about his best mate's situation. He didn't think he could ever survive a whole week listening to Snape's voice, and he genuinely felt bad for Ron. Maybe he would have to be lectured about classwork. Defense Against the Dark Arts? Maybe Potions? Or perha-

Potions. Harry couldn't help but remember the instructions for that lethal poison. The instructions tore from a book and kept in Ron's trunk. The instructions Ron had failed to mention to him, his best friend in the whole universe. On top of that, there were those instructions on how to perform an Imperius and a Killing Curse. Two of the worst curses in the entire wizarding world, both kept for safekeeping in Ron's trunk. He still couldn't bring himself to believe that he had found such dark magic in Ron's possession, but he had the papers on the inside pocket of his robe to prove that it was in fact true.

He had intended on bringing it up to Hermione whenever they were alone next, and now that Ron was being sent to detention, he would have the chance to do so that night. Perhaps Hermione knew of a reason for why Ron would be keeping such horrible instructions around. He wouldn't be able to find out until 7 o'clock that night, but he desperately hoped for an explanation, something to clear these infuriating suspicions out of his mind. He hated himself for even suspecting Ron of being a Death Eater. He cringed as he imagined Ron working alongside Malfoy, one of the trio's nemeses since first year. He thought about them plotting and planning together, figuring out a way to carry out Voldemort's assignments. He thought about them working together with Snape, someone who he also suspected.

He remembered the night of Slughorn's Christmas party when he had witnessed Snape and Malfoy's conversation from under the invisibility cloak. He knew Snape had made some sort of vow to help Malfoy do something, but of what he was not sure. He wondered how many times they had spoken and planned together, right underneath everybody's noses. His thoughts then wandered as he suddenly remembered where Ron was going tonight…

He would be spending an entire week in Snape's office. After having a particularly uncharacteristic outburst, he would now be spending a week with Snape. Was it a coincidence? The thought of Ron and Snape working together as Death Eaters continued to ring through his mind over and over, torturing him to the point where he felt he might explode. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, but they kept returning every time he heard the sound of Snape's voice, pulling him back into his nightmare.

He was suddenly yanked out of his thoughts at the sound of a soft, muffled snicker. He turned to his right to see both Ron and Hermione trying to keep from bursting into laughter. What in god's name was so funny? He stared at them with a bewildered expression, trying to figure out what the joke was.

Hermione finally noticed him staring, but it only encouraged her unspoken laughter. She covered her mouth with her hand and Ron turned to look at what was egging her on. He tightened his fist to his hand to try and muffle the laughter that was escaping his mouth as soon as he laid eyes on Harry's expression. Harry continued to stare at them, completely baffled at their behaviour.

He watched as his two best friends tried to hide their laughter underneath their hands, and he couldn't help but smile at how childish they were being. His smile widened as he watched them, and he thought about how they had always tried to make each other laugh in the middle of class when they were younger.

He remembered how less complicated things had been back then. He would have never suspected Ron of being anything more than a good friend when they were young. They had been through so much together. Hell, they had been through everything together. Ron was his rock, his partner in crime, the one person who could make him feel better. If anything, Ron had become like a brother to him, not an enemy. His entire family had essentially adopted him when he needed people there for him the most. And now he was sitting here, wondering if Ron was actually plotting against him.

How could this have ever happened? Why did he have to find those stupid papers? Why was he letting Dumbledore and this whole horcrux thing take over his life? They were making him paranoid. Paranoid to the point where he was suspecting people that he cared for, people who had become like family to him, and Ron, someone who he loved and appreciated as a friend more than anyone else. Someone who he could never think of even living without.

He stared at the front of the classroom, desperately trying to think of something else. He tried to lose himself in the lesson, but every once and a while the thoughts of Ron betraying him would come back into his mind to haunt him. He looked over and watched as Ron tried to keep himself awake after having propped himself up on his elbow again, and he hopelessly prayed that Ron would never intentionally do anything to hurt him as much as he was hurting right now.

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Alright, so that's chapter 6 for you! Hopefully you guys are understanding where I am coming from with the whole Harry suspecting Ron thing. He doesn't want to, but sometimes he can't help himself. I always saw Harry as a very passionate person when it comes to these things, you could even say obsessed.

As I mentioned, the next chapter will be more angsty, but I might not be able to get it posted on Tuesday like I usually do. We're finishing the semester at school in 3 weeks, so this is the week where we have a bunch of final projects and reports to hand in, on top of a bunch of last minute tests. It's going to be a hard week to get anything done, but I will try my very hardest to have Chapter 7 posted on the normal schedule.

I haven't slept yet and I have to go to school in 10 minutes, so I guess that's all I'll say for now haha!

Please review! Thanks :)