Hm... so were shall I begin? I think I choose from forth year.. :) I think that would be cool.. so I can do the Yule Ball. (Hermione's Point of View)

"There is to be a ball." Mcgonagall was saying as we sat there listening. The girls were on one side of the room and the guys on the other. The girls looked around at their friends happily at the mention of the dance. The guys groaned.

Harry and Ron were sitting on the opposite side of the room from where Ginny and I were sitting. She smiled knowingly at me when I glanced in Ron's direction and I rolled my eyes. I'm not quite sure why she thought I liked Ron. I have told her on numerous occasions that I do not, but she won't accept it. It's always a funny conversation though.

"Ginny, I don't like Ron!"

"Oh, you don't?"

"I don't!"

"Oh... so you do?"

"I just told you I don't!"

"If you don't why are you so red?"

"I am red because of the absurdity of the thought that I would like your brother."

"Oh, so it's not that you like him? You blush because you don't like him?"

"Precisely."

"If only I believed you."

"But I don't!"

"But I think you do."

"Well, I don't!"

"Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"Not yet."

I would roll my eyes and shake my head before saying, "Crazy.." and walking away.

As I pondered these moments I laughed. It had only been this morning when she last attacked me with such questions. Why was everyone under the impression that Ron and I were an item?

I let out a loud sigh, realizing I hadn't heard a word Mcgonagall had said for the past three minutes.

"Ronald Weasley!" She called out to him and he relucantly stood up.

In a matter of moments Ron had his hand on her hip and was she was guiding him through the motions of the dance. She asked us to come on the dance floor to practice and we jumped to our feet. After a while the guys got up and I ended up dancing with Harry. It was funny to watch his facial expression as we spun past the others. His face was red and he was biting his lip.

"What is it, Harry?" I asked, laughing out loud for the first time.

"This is a little odd." He muttered, not meeting my eyes.

"Odd? Maybe." I said, laughing more loudly this time.

"What's so funny?" He asked me.

"You."

"How is that?"

"It's just your face.."

"Well.. I'm not sure how to take that."

"I'd say it's a complement."

"Okay.. well good."

Later Harry, Ron, and I were sitting in the common room pouring over our books... well at least Harry and I were. Ron was gazing quietly out the window. I rolled my eyes as they scurried over the page.

"What's up, mate?" Harry asked him, frowning.

"Nothing much.." Ron responded under his breath.

"Ronald." I growled at him.

"What?" He asked, snapping out of his trance.

"Did you even hear me, Ron?" Harry asked, chuckling.

"Did I hear what?" Ron asked, glancing around.

"I asked you what was up..." Harry responded with a low chuckle and a glance in my direction.

"Oh.." Ron's eyes only met mine for a second, but I noticed it. "Nothing."

"You need to be studying, Ronald. Our potions essay is due in two days." I told him, frowning at the blank sheet of parchment in front of him.

"Okay." He said, picking up his potions book. He started unseeingly at the pages and I rolled my eyes again, turning back to my essay.

"Useless.." I muttered, letting my quill scratch loudly across the parchment.

"Hermione!" Ginny called from across the room. My head snapped and I saw her motioning for me to come over.

I snapped my potions book closed, standing up. "See you two later." I walked over to Ginny who was sitting alone on a couch surrounded in books. "You summoned me?"

"Yes." She said, patting the couch beside her.

I sat down and smiled at her, sensing her excitement. "What are you all hyped up about?"

"Neville just asked me to the Yule Ball!"

"That's great. You guys'll have fun."

"And you and Ron will have fun." She hopped up, grabbed her books and scurried away.

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