A door creaked open noisily and a bushy haired head poked out. Chocolate brown eyes scanned the darkened staircase to the common room quickly. The pitter patter of bare feet could be heard gently along the stairs as they spiraled down softly onto the floor of the Gryffindor Common room.

Hermione Granger plopped down on an overstuffed chair in front of the fireplace and placed her small hands on her forehead. 'Why why why do I keep having these insane dreams about him? Of all people!' She said in her head angrily. Another part of her head said, 'Well, he is kind of cute...' 'SHUT IT!' said the other half.

Hermione stood up quickly and paced back and forth on the wooden floor. "Maybe if I write him a letter I'll feel better. It's probably just some stupid puppy love type of crush...after all...it's Ron." Hermione finally stopped pacing and placed both hands on her hips. She scoffed at the thought of her actually kissing Ron. 'You know it wouldn't be so bad...' Part of her brain told her.

Hermione glared at the fireplace. "Is it me or am I going mad here?" Hermione hissed quiet loudly. "Possibly you are going insane!"A portrait shouted at her.

Hermione jumped and stared in the direction of where the voice came, "I am so sorry for waking you." Her cheeks turned pinkish and she sat back down in the same chair in front of the cackling dancing flames in the fireplace.

She grabbed a quill and a piece of parchment from a nearby table and started scribbling furiously. She added the final touch, "Love, Me." 'Love me. How original. How romantic. How stupid.' Hermione chuckled to herself and slipped the note in Ron's bookbag. He almost always left in crumpled in the corner of the common.

Hermione kept the note plain and simple. All it said was, "I can't stop thinking about you. For some reason, I think I may like you. Possibly even love you. It's probably hormones. (No offense.) But you are really cute." Hermione grinned and patted herself on the back. She felt so much better after getting that out of her head. Finally, she ran back to the dorm to catch up on her sleeping.

Next Morning-

Hermione woke up to the faint shouts of her name, "Mione!" Groaning, she turned in her bed and yelled back, "It's Saturday! Give me a few more minutes!" "NO! I am hungry so hurry the bloody hell up!" "Fine!" Hermione threw the covers off of her and stared at herself in the mirror. "This is my life..." She muttered under her breath. Getting dressed, Hermione looked at herself in the mirror again and gasped. "My hair looks so horrible!" She moaned. Only a few days ago Harry had stuck a pencil in her hair to see if Ron could find it. Apparently Ron could not. Nor could Harry for that matter. It took a good few hours to find it.

Hermione grabbed a brush and painfully attempted to brush the madness that lay atop her head. Giving up, Hermione threw the brush on her nicely made bed and grabbed her freshly ironed robe. Making her way down the staircase she almost tripped. Ron stood in the common room tapping his right foot impatiently and the book with the note lay in her lanky arms, "Where HAVE you been! I was worried sick! You are usually here before me. Darnet Hermione you know I don't like to be late for breakfast."

"Shut it, Ron." Hermione said flatly while putting on her robe. They both made their way to the Great Hall in silence. Then Ron piped up cheerfully, "You know...we DID find the pencil...you don't have to be upset." He grinned sheepishly. Hermione rolled her eyes and stated, "Yes, but piece by piece." "Ahhh but we still managed to find all those pieces...hopefully." Ron sat next to Harry and Hermione took a seat in front of her two male companions. Hermione reached for some bacon eyeing the book Ron lay next to his goblet of pumpkin juice. Ron chatted excitedly about his dream on how he become Head Boy and how he was asked to join an international quidditch team.

"Oh. My. Gosh. What team!" Harry asked.

"Get this. Get this. The Chudley Cannons." Ron said happilly.

They both screamed like little school girls that had just seen their crush.

"And let me guess. You did that insanely famous move. What's it called? Wonky Feints?" Hermione retorted.

Harry spit back his pumpkin juice in the goblet, "Oh gosh. I just...I had to spit in back in there or I would have spit it on you, Hermione. How many times do we have to tell you! It's Wronski Feint! Gosh, you may be the brightest crayon in the box when it comes to school but when it comes to more important things, you make Ron look like the genius."

"I resent that, Harry." Hermione replied.

"Anyway," Ron broke in, "Hermione, I want you to check my Potion's work. Here's the book." He handed her the worn out Potion's book, "Errr...why don't you check it." Hermione pushed it back at him. "Okay no. That would be stupid. I know it's wrong anyway." "Check it yourself. I am on strike." "Bloody hell, Hermione. I'm just asking you to check a simple piece of parchment!" He whipped out a folded note from the book and said,

"Hey...this isn't my homework"

Harry grabbed the note quickly and read it. His emerald green eyes zoom gracefully over the parchment. He looked up at both Ron and Hermione then reread the letter again. Then again. Then one more time until he burst out laughing, "Is this...is this...is this yours Ron?"

He handed it to Ron and cluched his aching side with his left hand. Ron's face drained of it's color and he simply crumpled up the paper and said, "S'prolly a joke from Malfoy."

"Oh no no my dear friend," Harry cooed "That looked like feminine handwriting." "So he got Pansy to write it! Shove off Harry!" Ron hissed. "Right. Right." Harry smirked and winked at Hermione.

Hermione pretended not to see Harry and his wink. Her senses went crazy, did Harry know it was from her? She stood up and announced, "Well I am off to er...the library."

"Nerd." Harry said dully and threw his unfinished biscuit on his plate.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Harry and trotted off to the library. In about 10 minutes Ron and Harry had joined her. "S' boring everywhere. On the grounds, in the common room, even on the quidditch field. So we decided to come bug you." Ron grinned. "Great..." Hermione replied. Just then, Parvati and her friend Lavender came up to Ron giggling their little brains out. "Hey Ron...you look /extra/ cute today. I love what you've done to your hair." Parvati winked quickly and Ron and both her and Lavender exited the library, still giggling.

To Hermione's horror Harry said cheerfully, "I think we know who sent the note."