Written for Dyno_Drabbles! Maybe the first and only time I write Ron/Hermione. (looks a little green) Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.


Ron hoped Hermione hadn't noticed his staring as of late. Even Harry had commented several times about how drool pooled at the side of his mouth whenever she entered the room.

"Oh, Won-won!"

The fantasy in his head had vanished with the sound of her voice. Grimacing at the obnoxious moniker his girlfriend had labelled him with, Ron gripped Harry's arm in panic when the latter moved to stand. "Don't leave me!" he begged.

"Things not going so well?" Harry asked, trying to hide his smirk and knowing very well that Ron's relationship with Lavender was not the stuff of fairytales.

The object of their discussion dropped onto the redhead's lap despite the glare she received in warning. "I have a little secret," she whispered in his ear.

Ron swallowed nervously, darting a glance at Harry. "Well if it's a secret, you best not tell."

Of all the times in the world to happen upon them, Hermione chose that one. Glaring at the couple with disdain, she arched an eyebrow and took a seat in an overstuffed leather chair near the hearth.

Ignoring Ron's advice to keep quiet about the secret, Lavender announced her affections so loudly that Hermione wouldn't be surprised if Snape had heard them. "I think you're great!"

Smiling thinly, Ron shoved the witch off his lap. "I happen to think you grate."

Figuring she'd heard him wrong, Lavender smiled and moved to hug Ron, but Hermione's words halted her progress.

"Parvati asked me to tell you that there are owl pellets... on your pillow."

"What?" Lavender screeched and fled for her room without waiting for an answer.

Sighing in relief, Ron leaned across Harry and patted Hermione's knee. "That was brilliant!"

"I know," she murmured, smirking. "I put them there."