"He Fancies You"
By: Rain12

Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. I have however written D.B.Z. ones before. So, I don't know how far I'm going to take this, etc, etc, but here goes. Disclaimer: But first the disclaimer. I do not own.

"Harry! Harry! What did you say to Ron?"

Harry opens the door of the boys' dormitory. "What do you mean?" He asks, his eyes shifting towards the ground. Standing before him was a not very pleased looking Hermione.

"He's gone all sulky and mad and he won't talk to me."

"Oh." Was all he replied.

"He keeps mumbling about you being right though and that he was stupid and should have known. What were you two fighting about?"

"We weren't fighting." Harry said.

"Well, what did you say to him?"

Harry sighed and then took a deep breath. "Well, I told him you didn't like him."

Hermione froze. She seemed to be searching her thoughts, confused. However, she quickly composed herself. "Of course I like him. He is one of my best friends."

"No, not like that, Hermione." Harry steps back, opening the door farther.

"I'm not allowed in there, Harry. You know that."

"I don't want to talk about it here. Will you please come in?" Hermione looks over her shoulder and steps through the door. Harry walks farther in to the room then turns around to face his friend again. "Hermione, Ron well, he.. He fancies you."

"Does he." She says, more as a statement than as a question.

"Yeah, he does."

"Oh. Well." She stood thinking.

"Ron told me this morning. He said he thought you might feel the same but he wasn't sure. So, he asked my opinion, and well, I told him I thought you didn't." Hermione's face held a look of incredulity, "I mean you guys fight all of the time!" Harry defended himself.

Hermione seemed quite annoyed with Harry's calculations. "Harry, you have no tact and absolutely no understanding of women!"

"I thought you liked Krumb!"

"Harry, Viktor and I are just friends. I've told you that, him that, Ron that, and just about everyone else!"

"So, you do like Ron?"

"Yes," Hermione replies fuming, "I would have though that would be clear by this point in the conversation."

Harry groaned. "Ron is going to hate me."

Hermione softened. "No he's not. You just gave him your honest opinion, albeit a stupid one. Besides," She smiled her famous I've-just-realized- something-brilliant-smile, "at least we know where we stand. Goodbye." With that, Hermione flounced out of the room.

Downstairs, Hermione find Ron sitting on a chair by the fire. "Hello, Ron."

Ron jumps upon hearing his name. "Oh, hello." He looks up at her briefly but then he looked back down at the flames.

"Ron," Hermione begins nervously, "I would like to talk to you."

"Okay." He replies.

She hesitates and then adds, "In private."

"Oh."