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"… Okay start over again, Ron," Harry and Ron had just entered the Gryffindor Common room. Ron looked halfway between and confused with a touch of flustered thrown in.

"Why? I've already told you the story three times. It's not gonna change. It won't get any better," Ron sighed and sunk into the nearest armchair.

"I know that. I'm just tryin' to help you, mate. Just tryin' to understand," Harry encouraged.

"Alright," Ron sat up with new determination, " I took Lavender to that weird little tea shop in Hogsmeade and then we walked around the town a bit. You know we talked, joked, laughed. I thought it went well then we came back here and I would have walked to her room but that bloody stair spell… Anyway I said goodnight and she said goodnight and we stood there for a second and then I kissed her. I mean that's what you do at the end of a date right? Well she just burst out laughing when I pulled away and went up the stairs giggling. Is that normal?"

"Well girls do giggle a lot…"

"Yea well if I ever work in the Ministry I'm going to propose a law to outlaw it."

"Was it a bad kiss you think?" Harry said this slowly as not to offend, this was trending on then ice with Ron since he had become quite the ladies' man.

"How should I bloody know?" Ron shouted, "I haven't gotten any complaints so far."

"Okay, okay," Harry held up his hands in surrender, "Parish the thought"

Ron huffed and muttered something about "bloody females" under his breath. At this moment Hermione had come in the common room. She was still the same old Hermione, other than having her teeth shrunken she had not changed to much, he hair wasn't as bushy but it could in no way be called tame but that suited her. However there were some moments when it was blatantly obvious that Hermione was in fact a girl. This apparently was one of those times for Ron.

"Oy, Hermione," Ron called her over

"Yes?" She said as she took a seat next to Harry on the couch.

"You're a girl so you know things, right?" Hermione looked very confused and a little flustered at this statement but she nodded her head allowing Ron to continue, "What does it mean if you kiss a girl and she runs off giggling."

Hermione stifled a laugh, "Lavender, right?"

"It doesn't bloody matter who it was!"

"Okay, calm down sorry, I don't know what it means," She stated matte-of-factly and got up to leave.

"Wait a minute," Ron said pulling her back down, almost sitting her on Harry. She mumbled an apology and Harry assured her it was nothing but Ron persisted, "What are you supposed to do when you a kiss a girl so she doesn't laugh?"

Blush crept onto Hermione's face; Harry could tell she was uncomfortable with this line of questioning. She began to fumble with her hands and wouldn't make eye contact with either one of them.

"Well…" Ron prompted.

"Merlin, Ron, why are you asking me?" Hermione snapped, "Maybe you should ask Lavender why she laughed instead of asking me. I have to go." She grabbed her bag and practically sprinted through the painting.

Ron looked at Harry totally taken aback by Hermione's strange and erratic behavior. "What the bloody hell was that?" He asked.

Harry shrugged, just as shocked as Ron, "I dunno, maybe she didn't like being asked such a personal question like that."

"Please, she asks us questions like that all the time"

"Well don't ask me to understand girls." Both of them sighed and shook their heads.

This is just a started chapter. There will be some yummy Harry/Hermione goodness coming soon all wrapped in the typical Hogwarts hijinx