A/N: This isn't really a drabble, as much as it is a oneshot. This is pretty old too, but I've fixed it up somewhat (i.e. adding things in, and taking out what doesn't seem to belong. I wrote this on August 28th of this year.

Disclaimer: Once again, I'm not English. I can't be J.K. Rowling. I'm sorry.

She could always predict his movements.

With a wand,

or even a quill.

She knew him.

Although he might occasionally do something,

dare I say,

unexpected?

Maybe study,

or follow the spiders.

He usually calls her a "know-it-all".

But he really only appreciates the help.

She was helping him to study one night.

The "Monster Book of Monsters" to be exact.

It all happened so quickly.

"So, you'll want to avoid Bulgarian trolls as much as possible, because they have the power to take your head clean off." Ron winced; he had just imagined being decapitated. Hermione continued. "And then, Ouch!"

There was fresh blood on the pages.

"'Mione!" Ron sat up, very alarmed. "What happened?"

She stopped to take a look at her hand. "Papercut," she declared.

Ron grabbed her hand, shaking his head. "Don't you see how deep this is? It must hurt like hell!" He lightly touched her palm, immediately; she pulled her hand away yelping in pain.

"Ronald that hurt!"

He looked shocked, "I only touched your palm, 'Mione." He insisted.

"No." She was being sarcastic. "You don't say?"

And then silence, at least until the young wizard looked at his comrades hand again.

"Umm, Hermione?" He cocked an eyebrow. "Why is your hand going slightly purplish?" It didn't take him very long to figure out that this was a bad thing.

"Oh." Was her response.

"Oh?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"The pages are venomous, like a bee." Hermione didn't sound like it mattered too much, though.

Ron almost immediately jumped up in shock. "What?!" He demanded.

She laughed, "Its okay. The poison doesn't go very far before it dies out. It won't do much damage." This caused Ron to settle down a bit. "Sit?" She offered.

He sat back down. "Why do they make us buy deadly books again?" Hermione shook her head. "I think that they're pretty stupid to do that to us. No wonder Voldemort's so deadly! He's trained with these books!"

Granger laughed. "Well, if you'll excuse me Ron, I'm going to go to bed." As she went to get up, she felt him pull her back down into his chest. Putting his arms around her shoulders, he gently placed a kiss at her temple. "Happy birthday, 'Mione." He smiled.

She didn't quite know how to respond. Kiss him back maybe? No, that could wait until another day. Right now, she was going to sleep.

"Hey Ron" she spoke quietly. "I'm going to sleep here tonight if you don't mind." Deep down, she had wanted this for a long time.

"No problem 'Mione."

And then she drifted off to sleep.