Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters don't belong to me. J K Rowling owns it all.

A/N: This is my first fan fiction. Please bear with me. It's a Ron/Hermione story. Though it begins as a Harry/Hermione fic.

R/Hr forever!!!!!! Please read and Review.

"Ron, I think I'll tell Hermione." said Harry, a bit nervously.

The war was over and the Golden Trio had defeated the evil Dark Lord., Voldemort. Ron and Harry now shared an apartment in Diagon Alley. Harry worked for the Ministry in the Sports Department. It mainly constituted Quidditch.

Ron was a successful photographer and was in demand all the time. He was known to capture the beauty of nature and beauty in all its glory. He always carried his WizardCam with him.

Both boys enjoyed their jobs a lot.

Hermione worked as the editor of The Quibbler. As Ron often pointed out, it was all thanks to her that it was now an extremely popular magazine.

"Tell her what, mate?" Ron's reply came from the shower.

"Uh…well… you see…" Harry was pacing in their spacious apartment.

Ron came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He was drying his wet hair with another towel. He looked at Harry, amused.

"What's wrong Harry?"

"I…I think…"

"Spit it out already!" Ron was growing more and more amused by the second.

"Well, you see, I, ahem, I think. I think I've fallen in love with Hermione, you know." Harry said this really fast.

Ron froze. He could do nothing except gape at his best friend. When he finally regained his senses, he started stuttering and stammering. He averted his eyes from Harry and said in a really strangled voice, "That's great, Harry! Uh… I'm getting late for work. Must get going."

He quickly donned some clothes, slung his camera around his neck and set off, leaving Harry to wonder to about his strange behaviour.

A/N: I know it was pathetic. But please do review. Constructive criticism will be appreciated. Next chapter is coming up soon.