a/n this doesn't really fit in anywhere. . . I just felt like writing it(bc Ron and Hermione are meant for each other, not Harry and Hermione). Enjoy and review!

"Ron, if I've told you once, I've told you a hundred thousand times: we are prefects! We are an example to rest of the school and I will not let you copy my homework!" I seethed. Ron was always trying to copy my homework. He's a smart bloke, can't he do even a teensy bit of homework all by himself? Besides Divination. No one needs help to come up with that load of rubbish.

"Oh, come one, 'Mione!" Ron begged. "I'm going to be patrolling all night, and then I have Quidditch practice tomorrow!"

"Well, I have to patrol all night, too, Ron! And I've got official S.P.E.W. business to attend to tomorrow night. If I can balance a life, you can too!"

"Oh, not that bloody spew business again!" he grumbled.

I didn't even bother to correct him this time. If he hadn't gotten the name right now, he'd never get the name right. So, why bother?

"Bloody hell, can't you guys stop bickering just for once?" Harry asked, looking up from his Potions assignment, irritated.

"Well, maybe we would if Ronald would do his own homework for once!" I retorted, glaring at Ron as I said his name. "Anyway, we don't have anymore time to argue. We have to go patrolling."

I stood up as quickly as Ron and we both stalked from the Common Room. Ron slammed the portrait of the Fat Lady behind us.

"Ouch!" she cried. "That was not necessary!"

"Ron, just because you're being a great prat doesn't mean that you have to take out your anger on the Fat Lady. She didn't do anything wrong."

"Hermione, you've been letting me copy your homework for years--- "

I cut him off. "I know I have," I said impatiently, "but only because you kept bugging me. If you ask me once more, I'll send another flock of canaries at you."

Ron winced, the almost-healed cuts from the last flock of attacking canaries becoming more prominent in his features. He still looked kind of cute like that. I flushed slightly at this thought, but I don't think he noticed. He never does. He never even realized that I was a girl until Viktor Krum and I started going out.

"So," Ron said, breaking the silence between us, "why did you send that first flock of canaries in the first place?"

"I would think that you would know, Ron. The way you started treating me badly when I didn't even do anything."

"You snogged Krum!"

I stopped right there, putting my hands on my hips. "Excuse me?" I glared at him.

"I was treating you badly because you snogged Krum! I mean, how could you?"

"Ron, that was two bloody years ago! Two!" I exclaimed, holding up two fingers for him to illustrate my point. "And you think you're so innocent, snogging Lavender Brown every chance you get?" Ron flushed deeply at this remark.

"Yes, at least Lavender's from Hogwarts!" he retorted. "And we broke up ages ago!"

"I'm so sure that makes Lavender a girl of substance, a girl who actually has brains and cares for someone no matter how big of a prat they are!" I bellowed at him.

"Why? Is that how Vikky was? A prat of substance?" Ron demanded.

"Viktor was not a prat! You are!" I poked his chest as I declared this.

Next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against mine and I was up against a wall. The passion of almost six years of seemingly unrequited love welled up within me, and my arms flew around his neck, messing up his fiery red hair.

We broke the kiss as we heard suppressed laughter. Harry and Ginny stood a ways down the hallway, obviously checking that we didn't kill each other on our Prefect rounds.

"It's about bloody time," Harry said, smirking.

"We'll leave you to your business," Ginny added as she and Harry turned and walked back down the corridor.

I looked back at Ron and grinned. "You know, you are a very cute prat." He flushed and grinned sheepishly. "Now, where were we?" I whispered, pressing my lips to his. I had wanted this for a long time.

Fin