Disclaimer- Do not own. Not very good at writing Hermione either. Good thing she doesn't belong to me

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Hermione

Looking over at him, I felt a little heartsick. I mean, he flirted with me, non-stop, he was a complete and utter idiot for about ninety percent of the time… and yet I found myself falling for him. He was messing around watching Fred and George throw up into buckets.

Ugh. I wasn't having this.

"Boys." Harry slunk back almost immediately, but was still laughing as Fred attempted to quell the vomiting as quickly as possible, then jump in front of the bucket, attempting to hide their misdeeds. "Fred, George, really?" They shrugged simultaneously and I knew I was already weirded out by their twinship.

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Put the stuff away, boys." And I turned to look at Ron. "And You…" I shook my head, "You're supposed to be a prefect."

"B-but-" He looked totally stunned and I smiled inwardly, turned and walked away. I hated doing it, but it was what I needed to get noticed. If I was horrible, if I didn't act like the girl I wanted to be around him, then he'd notice me.

He'd hate me, but he'd notice me.

Like I'd noticed the stupid things he did. The simply pathetic, idiotic things he did… the other day, in the library, while we were researching something, Merlin knows what it was, nothing was going in that day. Harry had those words cut into his hands, and Ron looked as though he'd not slept in a week. Ron looked… different, then. He looked shattered, completely, but ready for it… I don't know…

Well, he looked sexy.

I couldn't help but look at him, staring at the way his hair fell over his eyes and his fingers ran across the page, as he pretended to listen and he pretended to take it in. I knew he wasn't though. I could see it in his eyes, the way they were glazed over and stationary, not even flickering as I watched them. He was just staring, running his finger up and down the page, looking at the same line, the same spot on the parchment, just staring.

"You alright, Ron?" Harry startled the pair of us, Ron merely jerking his head up to look at him, whilst I settled for the not-so-subtle-totally-embarrassing-falling-off-my-chair thing.

Ron burst out laughing, but I missed the joke, gathered my books and stormed out, furious, growling, and all around angry.

I sighed and shook my head. Bloody Weasley.

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