A/N: HARRY FINDS OUT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was quite strange. Harry, upon coming back from wherever he was, had found it quite confusing and amusing, that Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were... well, more than friends?

He had always known. Who couldn't- with their bickering, fighting, arguing,..flirting.

But still- it was strange. More amusing.

"Finally", he said, when the two came up to him. They blushed, but Ron quickly countered,

"Speak for yourself."

"What?"

Ron motioned to the note. He watched as his best mate's face fell.

"I still don't get it!", he practically screamed.

"Want a clue?", Ron asked, feeling like his twin brothers.

"Ron!", Hermione hissed, jabbing him in the sides.

"You mean you-", Harry's mouth dropped, unable to close, "Oh Merlin! Why me? Why me? Why-"

"Do you want one or not?"

Harry stopped midsentence, "Yes, please", he said meekly.

"Why would someone be writing to you?"

"Because I'm famous."

"..Alright, WHO would be writing to you. The person has to be at Hogwarts..."

Hermione took over,

"...relatively close by to send you quick notes- therefore Gryffindor. And..."

Harry finished, "..why can't you just tell me?"

" 'Cuz it's bleeding fun!"

"Hate to say this, but Ron's right!" "Hermione!!"

"Yes?" "Tell me!" "No."

"Start with the opposite emotions part", Ron suggested, "Whoever Gem is, she obviously hates you. And then , she feels the opposite."

"I can see Snape hating me", Harry said.

"Ok then, who loves you?" Hermione asked.

"Why would a Gryffindor girl love me? The only girl I can think of who probably even feels anything like that is Hermione and... Bloody Merlin!"

"Um, uh... Say Hermione, what say you to a trip to the kitchens?"

Hermione smiled a bit awkwardly, "Sure, Ron!"

So they left, leaving Harry a jumbled mess of thoughts.

[[ Oh, geez, I don't really feel good writing this story. After I'm done with all my other works, I'll probably fix it or delete it. So much to do...]]

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