So this is random. As are all of my other stories. So just read it…and enjoy the randomness.

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"I like compact discs."

Now that may seem to be a very strange thing to say. And in fact, it is. But I was past the point of logic by the time I came to it. I had been through "walls", "tape", "television", "soap", "phone", and "coaster" already.

Okay maybe I better start at the beginning. My name is Hermione Granger. I am a very smart twenty-three year old, who works for the Ministry of Magic and owns a flat with two dunderheads that I call my best friends.

They would be Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley. Both who I dearly love, and both who raise my blood pressure on a day-to-day basis.

Let me explain. Harry, Ron and I had been best friends ever since we were eleven years old. To make a long story short, we defeated the all powerful Dark Lord Voldemort in our seventh year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was quite a ride, but we ended up surviving and our friendship was strengthened enormously. Now that we had graduated, we were now each working for the Minstry of Magic in different departments. Harry was Top Auror. Go figure considering he's the Boy-Who-Lived. And is now the Boy-Who-Beat-Voldemort. Ron is head of the Magical Games and Sports department. And I am assistant Minister of Magic.

How, you may ask, did we get these high ranking jobs? Well, if I told you we three defeated Voldemort by OURSELVES, would that make it a little easier to understand that we could work wherever we wanted to?

Exactly.

We were basically celebrities.

Anyway, back to why Harry and Ron raise my blood pressure. Well, after the war against Voldemort we were in shock. We had focused so much energy on defeating him, that when he was finally gone we had nothing to consume out time with. So we did what any other 18 year olds would do. We bought a flat together. And goofed off for about two years.

But once we got sick of the public scene, we each decided we couldn't live off our reward money forever. We all got jobs and turned to a life of monotony and boredom. Not that we were complaining. To us, the boring life was quite appealing.

So what did Harry and Ron do get rid of their boredom? Well, they just occupied their time by annoying me to no end.

Take what just had happened.

"Hermione get off the couch."

"Shut up I'll get up when I want to get up."

"Don't be a smart ass Hermy."

"Don't call me Hermy Ron."

"Well don't be a smart ass then."

I slammed my magazine down on the coffee table and glared at the red head in front of me. "What is up your butt Ronald?"

Ron grinned. "I just wanted to sit down."

I made a huffy noise. I had grown accustomed to making them lately. "Well, sorry but I'm comfy. Besides there is a chair to your left."

Ron looked around. "But it's two steps to get to it. I'm right in front of the couch right now. So therefore it would take less time."

I just stared at him. Luckily Harry saved Ron from getting strangled.

"What's going on guys?"

"HERMIONE will not move her lovely bum off the couch."

I fumed. "Well RONALD will not sit on the chair. And don't talk about my bum please."

Harry chuckled. "But it's so nice Hermione dear."

I gasped. "My BUM?"

He rolled his eyes. "No, Ron's."

I grimaced. "Please. No more visuals."

Ron made a sound of disbelief. "How did the conversation about the couch turn into one about my bum?"

Harry wiggled his eyebrows. "Oh Ronny…"

I couldn't help but giggle. Harry had turned into quite the comedian lately.

Harry heard me giggle. "Oh? Something funny Miss Granger?"

"No. Not at all."

"Would you like to continue this conversation about how lovely Ron's bum is, or would you like to move so that we can both sit down?"

"I would prefer to not move thanks."

Harry stroked his chin pretending to think. He and Ron shared a nod. And the next moment, he was sitting on top of me.

"HARRY JAMES. GET OFF OF ME THIS INSTANT."

Harry laughed. "Oh Mione I love it when you talk all professional to me. It really turns me on."

Ron laughed as he watched the scene play out. I barely noticed him sit down in the chair he had been fighting against. I was too busy trying not to suffocate. I couldn't help but feel a few butterflies flutter around in my stomach though…what a strange feeling…

"You know Harry, you may look scrawny, but you are definitely not light."

"Hermione…are you calling me fat?"

"What if I am?"

Harry bounced lightly on top of me. "Oh you're going to get it Mione."

Then his hands reached for my mid section as he tickled me mercilessly. "RON HELP!"

We both yelled at the same time, but Ron chose to continue to sit and stare. "No thanks. I'll pass. You look like you got it covered Harry. You go my man." With that he raised one fist in the air and winked in our direction.

Harry cracked up as he stopped tickling me for a second. "RONALD THAT IS SO DIRTY! DIDN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU ANY MANNERS?" I screamed. Now that Harry was momentarily stuck with a case of the giggles, I could maneuver my way on top of Harry. Now it was Harry who was sunk into the pillows in the couch, and it was I who was sitting on top of him.

The butterflies fluttered un-mercilessly. Now they were just getting annoying…

Harry blinked. Then he gave me a saucy grin. "Look who's on top now!"

I tried to come up with a comeback, but nothing entered my brain. Instead I ended up making a frustrated squeak.

"Look Harry, you've reduced our Hermione to unintelligible sounds." Ron laughed.

Harry chuckled. "Well, I am pretty amazing like that…"

I covered Harry's mouth with my hand and let out a deep breath. "Don't even say a word!" I warned Ron.

"Now you'll listen to me and you'll listen good. I was on the couch first. Now, is it fair that I get the entire couch? No. But am I entitled to it? YES. Because I put up with you two idiots every damn day of my life! Don't even try to justify it by saying that you make life interesting. Because I KNOW YOU DO. But for ONCE in my BLOODY LIFE can I PLEASE sit on the couch by MYSELF?!"

Harry and Ron looked at me, eyes dancing with laughter. I could tell I hadn't even made a dent in their think skulls.

I let go of Harry's mouth and leaned back, my bum ending up between Harry's back and the back of the couch. It was actually quite uncomfortable. Especially since every time Harry smiled at me I got those stupid butterflies in my stomach. I crossed my arms and pouted. "You guys suck."

Harry looked at me. "So, you're saying that you are ENTITLED to the couch?"

"Yes."

"So just because you LIKE the couch means you are entitled to it?"

I sighed. "No…well…yes…well no I have no idea what I'm even talking about even more!"

Harry grinned. "So what you're saying is that if you like bananas, you're automatically entitled to all the bananas in the flat?"

I glared. "First of all, we never eat bananas. Ron is afraid of them."

"Hey, I AM NOT. They just creep me out a little with their yellowness…" Ron decided to chime in.

I just rolled my eyes, continued with what I was saying. "Second of all, that makes absolutely no sense at all! I am never going to be entitled to bananas!"

By this time I had slid even further between Harry's back and the back of the couch. He flipped onto his back and smiled that little cocky smile he always uses.

"Well, that's what you were saying before Hermione. Like…take for instance my love of Quidditch. Does that mean that I'm the only one entitled to play it?"

I thought for a second. "No."

"Then what the hell were you trying to say?"

"I was just trying to make a point. That you two are complete idiots."

"We may be idiots, but at least you're entitled to us!"

"Now THAT makes even less sense than saying that I'm entitled to the walls of the flat!"

"I never said you were entitled to the walls of the flat!"

"Well if you say that everything I like I'm entitled to, then I'm entitled to the walls!"

"You like the walls?" Ron asked dubiously.

"I painted them myself."

Harry scoffed. "No you didn't. Your WAND painted them."

"Well whatever."

Harry laughed. "So because I like coffee, I'm entitled to it."

I launched one back at him. "Well, I like the tape dispensers."

"Oh yeah? Well I like this lamp."

I narrowed my eyes. "I like muggle television!"

"Well that's a lame one Mione. But, if we're speaking in terms of all things muggle, then I like muggle telephones."

I groaned. "That was my next one Potter! Way to ruin it!"

"All part of my charm."

I paused for a second. "Well, I like soap."

Ron snorted. "So do I."

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well you can't both be entitled to it."

Ron's face got all scrunchy as he pondered what Harry had just said. "I have no idea what you mean mate."

I rolled my eyes for the millionth time that night. "Well…I like these cool coasters we got yesterday!"

Harry sat up and suddenly got a strange look on his face as he moved closer to my face. "I like brown eyes."

His gaze was smoldering, and I seemed drawn to his gaze. Those damn butterflies that I had been feeling lately came back again. Oh dear. I was in trouble. I had to come up with something, and come up with it fast…

"I like compact discs."

Harry continued to stare me down, moving closer by the minute. "I like curly hair."

Oh dear. Oh dear. Come on Granger…think of something clever…

"I like…lip gloss?" It came out as more of a question.

Ron decided to chime in. "I like my wand!"

Harry and I both turned around to glare at him. "What are you talking about?"

Ron looked quite proud of himself. "Well…you guys were naming random things that you liked. So…I like my wand! It lets me do magic!"

I stared at him in disbelief. "But Ron…you are already entitled to your wand. It's yours. It's not shared. You OWN it."

Harry added slowly. "It's not like it's a free for all on who gets Ron's wand, like it is for the rest of the stuff we were naming. Do you get it mate?"

Ron looked baffled. "I have absolutely no bloody idea what you guys are talking about. I'm going to bed."

Harry and I watched him trudge up the stairs shaking his head back and forth. We waited until he was in his room, before we started to laugh hysterically.

"He…he thought…he thought we were just naming random things!" Harry managed to get out between spurts of laughter.

"But Harry…it is a rather strange thing we were just doing…I mean…anyone could get confused…" I tried to rationalize, but failed miserably as I laughed along with Harry.

"Yes. But it was Ron. Not anyone."

I leaned my forehead against his shoulder, trying to steady my breathing. "I know."

Suddenly the room took on a rather awkward feeling. Harry and I were sitting quite close to each other, and we had finally stopped laughing. I heard Harry's breath catch as moved my head slightly, no doubt filling his mouth with a whole bunch of curls.

"Sorry! My hair is so big it should have it's own name…" I stammered as I backed away.

Harry reached out to grab my chin, drawing me back to him. "No. It's beautiful. And it smells wonderful."

I looked down at my lap. Harry grabbed my hand and forced me to look up at him again. I tried to focus on what was going on. It was pretty obvious that there were a few feelings that Harry had not been sharing with me lately. And strangely enough, they seemed to be involving me.

"Well…I use banana shampoo…"

Harry chuckled and in a low voice said, "So that's why Ron is so scared of you…"

I tried to laugh, but the sensations surrounding me were stifling. Were we moving closer to each other again? Did Harry have feelings for ME? Did I have feelings for HIM? Wow this was all so fast… Those damn butterflies would NOT go away…Oh dear…was he going to KISS me?
Harry looked at me gently. "So, speaking of what we like…and what we're entitled to…I have something that I failed to mention before."

I spoke in a whisper. "And what would that be?"

"You."

I gasped. I couldn't help it. "What?"

Harry looked a little pained at having to explain this to me. "Hermione Granger…I like YOU."

"You like me."

"Yes."

"You like ME."

"YES."

"Oh Harry! I think…I think I like you too!" I laughed as I realized what those butterflies were doing in my stomach this whole time. They were a warning. Of the immense love I had for Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry's face lit up for a second, before he pulled me toward him, his lips connecting with mine in the sweetest, gentlest, greatest kiss I had ever experienced in my life.

As we pulled away, I opened my eyes slowly, only to be met with those dark green ones again. I felt light headed, and as I said the next few words, and I wondered to myself if I would regret them…

"Well, for the record Mr. Potter…due to the conversation we just had, I'd have to say that you indeed ENTITLED to me too."

Harry's eyebrows shot up, as he stifled a groan of some kind, and pulled me toward him once again, tumbling back onto the couch. Except this time I wasn't squeezed between his back and the back of the couch…far from it actually.

Note for the future: Confusing Ron equals alone time with Harry. DO IT MORE OFTEN!

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Well that was a fun time. Review as you like!