A/N-Second Chap is up! I hope you guys like it, I REALLY like this story, and I can't wait to post more of it!

Three Spoken Words

Hermione looked unhappily in the mirror. She didn't like what she saw.

"Oh how I hate this damned wretched hair!" She hated her intense curls, as she could hardly do anything with them. She sighed and decided on leaving it down.

"Nothing new and exciting today, just the same old predictable me. I can't believe Harry hasn't broken things off. It's amazing how he still wants to be seen with an ugly prat like me," she said aloud.

Sadly, she walked out of the bathroom and trudged down to the common room.

Ron watched in awe as he saw Hermione slowly walk down the stairs. She was breathtaking. He loved the way her light brown curls cascaded down her back like a rippling waterfall, her too sweet to eat honey eyes, and her soft lips. Everything about her was perfect.

Today though she looked depressed. He quickly walked over to meet her.

"Mione what's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh nothing, it's just-" she paused. "Ron, can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Now, not in a romantic way or anything, but- do you think I'm pretty?"

Ron inhaled sharply. How could she even question this?

"Of course Mione! You're beautiful!" he longed to take her in his arms and hold her, wipe anything that she doubted about herself away with one single kiss.

She smiled weakly. "Thanks, but I probably shouldn't have asked you. It not like my best friend would tell me I'm ugly. I guess Harry won't be much help either though, as he is, well, you know." She blushed. "Thanks anyway though," she said. She gave him a smile and left for breakfast.

He longingly watched her go. How he envied his friend, the one who managed to get her first. "Even he doesn't know my feelings for her," he thought sadly.

Her words had cut into him like a knife. "It not like my best friend would tell me I'm ugly." Her best friend. What was he thinking? She only thought of him as a best friend, and that was how it was supposed to be.

"Forget it Weasley," he told himself. "It's not going to happen. She's your best friend's girlfriend, and that's the way it's going to stay."

Self consciously, Hermione walked into the Great Hall. She could feel everyone's eyes on her as she walked in. "It's my hair. I should've put it up!" she thought.

However, only one person's eyes were on her this morning, and it was Harry Potter.

He cheerfully walked up to her and gave her a soft kiss.

"You look beautiful this morning," he said.

She smiled at him. "Thank You" she whispered.

Ron's heart skipped a beat. He was going to breakfast, and walked in to see Harry kissing Hermione. It hurt his heart to see them together.

"I'll never be able to forget how I feel about her," he thought sadly. "I guess I'll just have to tell her.

Parvati and Draco continued meeting in secret for late night snog sessions, away from the judgmental eyes of their friends.

It was a late Friday night, and Parvati and Draco were neatly hid away under one of the couches. There was no one in the common room besides them, but they couldn't risk someone finding out their secret.

Parvati was lying in Draco's arms.

"Oh how I love him," she thought. His body was so comforting. Even though the common room was cold (as all the fires were out late at night), and Parvati only had a tank-top and Capri pants on, she stayed warm in Draco's arms.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

Parvati leaned in to give him a kiss, but heard someone coming and quickly pulled back.

Draco silently put his finger to his lips, signaling to be quiet.

Ginny ran down the stairs, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh that damned Seamus! I hate him!" she sobbed. She had just overheard some of the older girls talking when she was brushing her teeth.

"Guess who had the nerve of asking me out? SEAMUS FINNIGAN!"

"Ha! That prat? Like you would say yes."

"I know! He told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he would love to have the honor of being my boyfriend. What an idiot!"

Then they all laughed.

Ginny had quickly left the bathroom, and now she was sitting on the couch. She cried for a few minutes.

"Oh I don't hate him," she sighed. "I-I love him," she said slowly, as though contemplating it for the first time.

Parvati and Draco grew more embarrassed by the minute as Ginny professed her love for Seamus.

But they were not the only ones. A sandy haired, blue eyed someone was standing in the dark, listening to every word she said.