Summary: Ron Weasley is the last person you'd expect to be a wannabe casanova. Unfortunately, that's just what he has in mind. And it comes up with unexpected results…

Ron Weasley woke up startled. He scrunched up his face, and thought…

"Did I just dream about…about Hermione Granger? Is that even possible? YIEW…Oh my God, that's gross. I probably ate too much Cockroach Clusters last night…Hermione!?!...Yuck…."

Ron climbed out very confused. He just had the weirdest dream of his teenage life.

"A dream about a bushy-haired girl and a know-it-all voice?!?! Maybe, it wasn't of Hermione, but of…Who else has messed up hair and a nagging voice?!?! Maybe breakfast will get my mind off this."

Ron ran down to the Great Hall and sat himself next to Harry on the Gryffindor Table. He was very proud to be the Boy who Lived, Harry Potter's best friend. It gave him a very high status among the Gryffindors. Usually, he would speak with his friends but today, he just sat quietly before diving into food and stuffing himself silly.

"Like the food A LOT, Ron?"

"Bla, blear, blargh, blar, blargh, blar, barl," spitted Ron.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that…"

"Yer, it's very nice, Hermione."

"That's great! Did you get that history essay done?"

Ron looked up at Hermione's glowing face and her incredibly bushy hair.

"Oh no…"

"Don't worry, you can have my draft one. It's completely different from my real one, so you have no need to worry.

"A draft on a 3 roll of parchment essay?!?!"

"Yep, here you go!" said Hermione, glowing radiantly and beaming.

Ron looked at her as if she was his saviour. Actually, she was her saviour. And at that moment, Ron felt something he had never felt before. As Hermione skipped away to the next class, a picture from his dream popped into his head. He shook his head and went back to his food.