A new book.

"Yep" Ron said, with a small laugh "Ow.." he rubbed his arm.

"I'm sorry, was that painful..." She smiled and began to chant quietly, "Ron got hit by a gi-irl..."

Ron glared at her playfully and laughed slightly, "Just because you attacked me"

"Rawr...I'm so scary," she said slightly unenthusiastically. She looked up at the clouds which were covering the sun.

Ron couldn't help but laughed, and he poked her on the nose.

"Owww..." She rubbed her nose. "What was that for? I can change back and bite you, remember!"

Ron gaped "You wouldn't!"

"No, you're right, I wouldn't..." She grimaced. "People don't taste very good...besides, I like you too much to bite you!"

"Yeah.." Ron couldn't help but laugh "Im to kind for you! ha!" He patted her on the shoulder, laughing.

"Seriously though, human is not a nice meat..." She frowned and licked her lips. "I'll stick to rodents, I think..."

"Urghh" Ron said, slightly put of..."Disgusting" He laughed a little.

"Not if you're a fox..." She winked. It was nice, being outside today, despite the cold. There was a time when she would have stayed inside on a day like this, depressed and cynical, but she was happy to be cheerful now. "Did you know, I used to be suicidal," she said randomly.

Ron looked at her "You what?!" This couldn't be true..she was so kind..why would she want to kill her self?

"Well, that's what having a dead mum, a drugged up best friend and being an erotomaniac do to you." She didn't speak with any emotion, just as if it was one of those things. She had no qualms about telling people her history and her problems. "But I have spells for that now..."

"Oh.." Ron felt sorry for her now "Im so sorry" He felt so bad..

"Why?" She shrugged. "It's not your fault, you didn't cause it and there's nothing you can do about it. It's just one of those things. Like being a wizard or a witch. You can't help it, some people just end up with problems in their heads."

"Hmm yeah.." Ron looked down shiftinf his feet alot. "Have you ever been in love?" He asked looking up at her.

"I don't know. I can't tell, you see." She looked suddenly sad, as she tried to imagine what real love was like. "Being...what I am...I've been in love a lot, but it isn't proper love. It's hard to explain. Basically, erotomania is a mental condition in which the sufferer believes themselves to be involved romantically with another person, often of higher status." She remembered the definition from her diagnosis. "So, yeah, I have been in love, but not love."

Ron nodded, smiling slightly. "I love someone" He blushed madly.

She rolled her eyes, but was still interested. "I know."

"You know?" He asked looking at her. Had he made it obvouse he loved Hermione all those years?

"I know a lot of things I've been told and a lot of things which I haven't and even more things which I shouldn't." She smiled slightly at her little philosophy. "So yeah, I know. Hermione's very lucky."

Ron blushed "Hermione's my friend..like a sister to me.." He lied, avoiding her eyes.

"Oh, yes," she said conspiratorially, tapping the side of her nose. "Your friend...hence the blushing."

"No serioustly..thats it, she is, I dont love her..Ermm someone else, yeah someone else" He said yet again, looking at his feet.