Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Harry Potter. Joanne Kathleen Rowling does, not me. Got it? Good.

Author's Notes: H/H bug hit me again and I couldn't resist, this ship is damn addictive I say.

Spoilers: All five books; read at your own risk for spoilers and don't come crying to me saying I didn't warn yeh.

Summary: H/Hr. 6th Year at Hogwarts. Hints of a trio love triangle. Hermione likes Harry, Ron likes Hermione, and Harry is just oblivious to it all; typical teenage boy. =)

At first, it was the looks, then the glares, and then the bickering.

Harry was just doing his homework in front of the fire when Ron and Hermione came walking down the staircase, yelling at each other like banshees.

He let it slide once or twice this week, but eventually these heated arguments between his two best friends were grinding into his last nerves.

Snap!

'Dammit, this is the third quill I've snapped in half this week,' groaned Harry inwardly, watching his friends duel it out.

"For the love of Merlin!" he cried out, standing up and stepping between them. "Admit that you like each other and go find a corner and snog!"

The reaction to this was stimulus if not downright funny.

Both friends gaped at him like a fish without water, eventually Ron turned away, his face flushed and Hermione looked just as shocked, but quickly composed herself and looked at him like he was suddenly Fluffy, with three heads.

"Boys are so stupid!" she bellowed at last after her just giving him a blank stare, and stormed out of the common room, slamming the portrait door behind her loudly.

It was the understatement of the year apparently, because Harry felt like he was missing something.

He turned towards Ron, who was mumbling under his breath. "What the heck was that?"

"What don't you ask her yourself, oh Great One?" he asked mockingly, shooting a glare in his direction and walking back up the staircase.

'Why is it always me?' thought Harry, shaking his head. Now both of his two best friends were mad at each other--which was normal on any given day--and now at him.

Harry didn't mind Ron being mad at him as much as he minded Hermione being mad at him. Mostly because he was used to Ron being mad at him, in their Fourth Year, there had been some tension and jealousy on their friendship but eventually they got it back together, but at least at that time he had Hermione to lean on for support, to let out his frustrations on. Harry debated which one he could go try to reconcile with first; Ron or Hermione. Eventually, he chose Hermione because she was normally more level-headed and plus when Ron was mad, you wanted to keep your distance in fear of your life.

Finding her was easy enough, apparently she wanted to be found today because the first place he looked in she was there, sitting in one of the back tables of the library, books sprawled around her, which was perfectly normal.

"Hermione--" he began, standing beside her chair that she occupied.

She said nothing and kept her nose in her book.

"Hermione," he said a bit more loudly, moving to sit across from her. "You're being bloody ridiculous, we all are. I'm sorry, maybe I got the wrong impression of what the argument Ron and you were about."

She said nothing, and made no motion to indicate that she was even heard him.

Well, if she wasn't going to respond, he would just have to talk her ear off until she said something.

"You two have been arguing a lot lately," he trailed on, "And you know what most people say, if you argue with someone so much, it means you like them..."

"I do not like Ron," she said darkly, putting her book down to reveal her bloodshot brown eyes, which shocked Harry for a moment but he tried to keep his cool and not embrace her.

He shrugged. "I was under the impression you guys--err--"

She bit her lip from keep from smiling. "You're such a dolt, Harry. If only you were to pull your head out of your sorrows and actually look around, you would know what it was about."

He bit back the remark he wanted to say when she mentioned his 'sorrows' and just looked at her.

"OK, you're right," he said, sighing deeply, "for lack of better words, I've been...mopping around since this term started."

"Mopping around? More like behaving similar to a zombie, and I don't blame you, but blaming yourself and being in a pissed off mood all the time isn't going to change the past," she said softly.

He wanted to snap at her, to tell her she knew nothing of the pain he felt when Sirius had died and how much he hated himself for being so stupid to actually think he had been captured...but she wasn't saying those things to make him angry, she was saying those things because she cared and she wanted him to realize it too.

'Listen to her', he told himself firmly.

He trusted Hermione, since he met her on the train nearly six years ago. He trusted her opinions and her thoughts and trusted everything about her, she was the only one he was willing to back up and actually listen to, he didn't know why, it was simply a fact.

"OK, I'll try to be more cheerful," he promised.

"Don't try to pretend, if I learned one thing last year, you can't force people to be something they aren't. I just wish I knew what could make you happy," she remarked.

"You're not mad at me anymore?" he suddenly asked.

She shot him a sad smile. "Such a dolt, you know I could never stay mad at you."

"Mind telling me why your relationship with Ron has been a bit..harsh lately?" he asked.

"I'll let you figure it out," she replied, picking up the book she had been reading when he first found her and began reading it, signaling this was the end of their conversation.

Author's Notes: I'm not claiming to write like Rowling, just trying to get out of my writer's block situation with another fic I've been working on. Should I continue? Well, I'm already working on Chapter 2, so until I get reviews...[Hint Hint]