Harry and Ron slumped into their favorite chairs by the fireplace in the commonroom. They had just gotten back from a delicious, healthy dinner. ("Gort ter keep in shape, you mow," Ron said with a mouth full of broccoli. "Quibbitch," he added.) But they both know that that wasn't the reason. Ron was trying as hard as ever to impress Hermione. And Harry was all for it. He thought it was great for him to finally pursue what he had yearned for all along. Harry knew that Ron loved Hermione, and that she loved him back. Ron and he continued their conversation from downstairs.
"So do you think she'll be impressed?" Ron asked eagerly.
"Oh, she'll simply adore it. What says love to Hermione more than asking for a study session?" The boys chuckled.
"Honestly, Harry. You're brilliant for helping me out with Hermione."
"No problem. It was about time you two got together." Harry smiled.
Okay, I was thinking of studying some charms with her. She knows I'm terrible with those new ones Flitwick just gave us. She'll believe me."
"Great," Harry replied. "And make sure to smile and nod but look at her eyes and not at the book all the time. That's the problem wit you. You need to stop being so shy around Hermione if you want her to like you."
"Right, right," Ron reminded himself, taking mental notes. He was willing to take any advice to get Hermione. He had this increasing urge tugging at him to take her in his arms and kiss her, to tell her that everything was alright as long as she stayed with him in his loving embrace.
Harry just told him that he was a hopeless romantic. But when he jokingly suggested it, Ron would turn beet red and smack him in the head with his pillow.