AN: Hey guys, it's the Crosser here. This is just an Author's Note thanking you for taking the time to read this fanfiction and allowing the break of canon. I've never shipped Ronmione, as Ron is a bit of an asshole, no matter what good characteristics he has. Later in this story, there is a mention of femslash, and there is rather violent scenes and foul language, so if you don't like, don't read

Crosser out.

The minute that bushy-haired witch entered his carriage all those years ago, Harry knew their friendship would be extraordinary. When the troll attacked, Harry panicked, knowing full well that Hermione could be killed. He dug deep to help Ron knock out the beast. Five years later, and he still recalled the day he met his two friends. Before he could reminisce, the two ran up to him, gibbering about their holidays. Poor Harry spent the summer at the Dursley's, got a wedgie from Dudley, a celery stick from Aunt Petunia, and an ass-kicking from Uncle Vernon. Ron, on the other hand, got a lot of good meals, and Hermione got a large book of spells, which she was eagerly poring over along the train trip to Hogwarts. Just outside of Edinburgh, Ron excused himself to go to the loo. Hermione finally put down her book, and rested her head on Harry's shoulder.

"Mind if I nap?" she asked him.

"Not at all." he replied. She fell asleep promptly. Ron re-entered the carriage, and looked at the snoozing Hermione with a look on his face somewhere between incredulity and amusement. He broke out laughing almost ten minutes later. Harry looked at him questioningly. Ron held up a Famous Wizard card. Harry's face was on it, but it was the picture from the Tri-wizard Tournament. The best times he ever had with Hermione were during the Tournament. The rest of the train ride passed in silence. When the Express finally got to Hogwarts, Ron stood up, tripped over his own suitcase and fell straight to the floor. Hermione opened her eyes blearily.

"Wuzzgoinon?" she murmured. She saw Ron picking himself off the floor "Shouldn't have asked."

Ron walked out, ears and neck as red as his hair. Hermione laughed, not unkindly. Harry helped her picked up her suitcase, which as usual was full of books. Their hands brushed and they looked at each other. Hermione looked away first, blushing. The feast that night was extravagant, even by Hogwartian standards. Fred, George and Ron competed against each other to see who could fit the most food into their mouths. So in went the turkey, mashed potatoes, bouillabaisse (Ron avoided this) and various other assorted goodies Dobby, Kreacher and Winky (now over Barty Crouch) cooked up in the kitchens. Harry found himself looking at three very ginger chipmunks, as Professor McGonagall walked by.

"Never act so disgracefully at Hogwarts again, Weasleys" she said and walked back up to the staff table, where Dumbledore looked highly amused. Hermione just looked somewhat appalled. Fred and George, not discouraged, however continued the party far into the wee hours of the morning, from what Ron told Harry, who went to bed early.

"Night, Harry." Hermione said, as she was going up the girl's staircase.

"What? No hug goodnight? Isn't that a sort of tradition?" Harry said wryly. Hermione smiled and walked back towards him. They hugged, but Hermione made the hug even better with a kiss on Harry's cheek. She ran up the staircase before he could react.

"It's been an odd sort of night, Hedwig" Harry said to his owl, when he laid down on his bed.