A/N- Hey there! This is my first FanFiction for Harry Potter (though not my first FanFiction in general), and with the help of my Slytherin buddy, Asty, I have put it up! YAY! Okay, enjoy the story!

DISCLAIMER- I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, Bellatrix Lestrange would be killed in the first book. Was she in the first book? No. Do I care? Not really!

Hypothetically Speaking

"Hey, Ron?" Harry Potter asked conversationally.

"What's up, mate?" Ron Weasley responded.

"Do you… like anyone?"

There was silence in the empty common room. When all others went to bed, Harry and Ron stayed by the fireplace reading from old Quiddich magazines, pointing out funny uniforms and ridiculous team names to each other. Until, of course, Harry brought up the 'forbidden question'. A flash of soft but stern brown eyes and frizzy brown hair flashed through Ron's eyes before he answered with a shaky "n-no."

"Really? Then I guess you wouldn't mind telling me what your idea of a perfect girl would be?" Harry asked slyly.

Oh, bloody hell, how did we get on this topic? Ron thought. "Okay," He started, " if there was a perfect girl for me, hypothetically speaking, of course." Ron said pointedly, looking up from his intertwined fingers and up at Harry's face.

"Of course" Harry prompted.

"Okay, then, I guess she would…" Ron trailed off for a moment, thinking. "I guess she would be nice, of course. And kind…"

"Aren't those the same things?" Harry asked.

Ron shrugged and continued "A good sense of humor would be nice too… she would have to be caring… smart, even though she's a bit of a know-it-all sometimes…"

Harry grinned, realizing the conversation was not-so-hypothetical anymore.

"She'd be good with animals, should we get our own owl, or a cat… yes, a cat would be good… she's stern and strict, but can be fun too. That's good, keeps us on task. She's clever, can get us out of a situation, even if she freaks out in the process… Yes, that would be a great idea of a perfect girl!" Ron finished, somewhat dreamily.

"Do you have any idea of who you just described?" Harry asked, smirking.

"Well, yeah, I just described my perfect…" Suddenly a light bulb flashed in Ron's head as he finally realized who he's been describing. "Bloody hell… on no, Harry, bloody hell no! There is no way… no bloody way!… that I like…" Ron trailed off.

"Can't deny your feelings forever." Harry pointed out.

"That's it, I'm going to bed." Ron announced.

"All I'm saying is that you might want to snatch her up before someone else does." Harry stated.

"Good-night." Ron said firmly. And with that, he turned around on his stomach and buried his face into the couch cushions. Harry rolled his eyes. He hoped Ron realized that he was not going to be the one t dragging him up to the dormitory. Harry stood up and walked to the stairs that led up to the girls' dormitory. Told you, Harry mouthed to Hermione, who was hidden in the shadows, her eyes wide in shock. She blushed and abruptly ran up to the dormitory. Harry smiled and walked up to his own bed and laid down. Some people are just meant for each other, he thought. He didn't expect the face of the girl with flaming red to infiltrate his mind. He felt his face heat up, sliding under the covers more and covering his head with the blankets.

Oh, bloody hell…

A/N- YAY! Okay, so thanks to my totally awesome, butt kicking cousin for editing this story, and thanks to everyone who read this! I hope you enjoyed it and please review!