A/N: I've re-did this chapter now that I know how to. I kept the same lines and all; it's just a different format. If you've read this already, then like, either re-read it or go back to whatever else you were doing. If you haven't read this, then read it please. Hermione's POV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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Was it his ginger-red hair?

Ms. Granger.

Maybe his humor…

Hello? Ms. Granger.

His ignorance is sort of cute.

Are you there Ms. Granger?

What is it about Ron Weasley?

MS. GRANGER!

"Huh? Oh, um, Dragon Fangs?" I answered, woken out of my daze.

"I see, so you're saying that the answer to 'What is the proper way to cast a leviosa spell' is 'dragon fangs?'" Professor Flitwick looked at me as if I was someone completely different. "You are not one to daydream, Ms. Granger. You are one of my best students. Ten points from Gryffindor."

I groaned inwardly. Great. I, Hermione Granger, daydreamed in class. I don't know what's worse, that I got caught in the act or that I was daydreaming about Ron? I frowned and tried to concentrate, but it was so hard to focus, with him sitting next to me. While Professor Flitwick wasn't looking, he leaned over and said in a hushed tone "You okay?" "Yeah, of course." I answered back.

"Are you sure? After all, the Hermione Granger doesn't usually get caught daydreaming, especially during Charms."

I looked up and saw him smiling; his nose wrinkled in the usual way when he was joking around.

"I just have a lot on my mind that's all." I said, quickly turning away, praying that I didn't blush.

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In the common rooms, I was sitting on an armchair, trying to finish my homework. But those daydreams just kept invading my thoughts.

"Okay, focus Hermione. This is potions homework! Snape will have a fit if I don't finish." I told myself. But somehow every question brought forth a memory about Ron.

When I wrote about werewolf blood I remembered the time three years ago, when his rat turned out to be a death eater. "Stop it. That happened three years ago." I said. When my quill scratched the word "troll" on the parchment, I remembered that day in first year, when he and Harry saved me from that troll, the day our friendship began. I sighed and put down my quill. It was no use, I was too pre-occupied.

"I'll take a little break first, and then I'll get back to it." I thought. "I know! I'll watch the team practice quidditch!" I grabbed my cloak and stepped out of the portrait hole.

On the way to the field I passed Lavender and Parvati.

"Where are you going?" Lavender asked in a suspicious tone.

"To the Quidditch Field." I replied coolly.

"Oh." She made a face that looked like as though she smelled dung. "Going to watch Harry play?" she asked, her face suddenly brightening.

"Yeah, and Ron too." I replied. Her expression grew solemn at this remark.

She turned away, nose in the air, and walked off, Parvati at her heels like some faithful puppy. I smiled and walked in the opposite direction.

I knew Lavender liked Ron. Anyone could see it from a mile away, anyone, that is, except Ron. I wasn't trying to discourage her (although it wouldn't be so bad), but if she liked Ron, I had to do anything to stop her.

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A/N: This chapter still doesn't seem right to me, but I really want to keep the lines the same. Anyways, I've been meaning to fix this, and now that I have, there's nothing for me to do…

Peace.

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