Wow. I think that yesterday I got the most reviews/alerts in the shortest time ever (for me). In 2 hours, I have four reviews. Yipee! So, I made it my priority to update as soon as I could.

Ron's POV

What the hell? Since when did my two best friends hook up when my back was turned? Don't get me wrong... I don't... care. But, still. Anyway, it was only a matter of time. I've always thought that they would be happy with each other; I mean, why would Hermione choose me while having the bloody Chosen One, The Boy Who Live, standing right next to me? Of course she would chose him.

I guess I was stupid to even think so.

Yeah, that's right. I'm an idiot. A no one. The best friend of The Boy Who Lived. And I probably won't be anything more. Ever.

God. My life's a bloody mess.

It's weird; I thought that Hermione was actually jealous, what with the crying and those bloody birds. But women... I won't ever understand 'em.

But, I don't care. I'm with Lavender, and I have a feeling that this is the start of something great.

Just... great.

Harry had trouble sleeping at first; Ron kept on tossing and turning, sighs included. After Harry had finally fallen asleep, he woke up at four and wouldn't dare to move from there on. He was almost one hundred percent sure that it had been a dream. What Ron had said... just couldn't be true.

So he lay in silence, waiting for dawn... and that was a long time.

And during that long time, he thought about what he was supposed to do next. By the time the sun came up, he was kind of hoping that Hermione had been thinking as long as he had, because he had nothing.

He froze from not moving as soon as he heard Ron move. The time it took Ron to get dressed seemed like an eternity.

Dear god, what had he been thinking?

But that was the only question he knew how to answer.

He had been thinking about Ginny Weasley, the girl he had been having feelings about since... he wasn't quite sure since when, exactly, but he knew that it had hit him hard, and wouldn't let him sleep at night. He was led to wonder if it was the same for Hermione. And that just reminded him of the situation he was in.

The door closing gently surprised him, which was just stupid. It was the slammed doors that were supposed to scare you. If Ron was holding out this long, he wondered when he would finally explode. In a way, he wished it would happen now, so the dreading would finally stop.

He waited five minutes before getting out of bed, just in case. He was probably being a coward; Ron had seemed OK about it. But he hadn't seen his face. Nope, he was still terrified.

When he got down to the common room, he found Hermione, who immediately stood up as he entered, only for them to endure a while of more awkward silence. When Seamus walked past, they both pretended to be doing something else. Hermione looked out of the window, watching him go past, and Harry pretended to tie his shoelace. Seamus made his way out, feeling completly confused and as if he were interrupting something... were the rumors true?

"Um... see you at breakfast, Harry," he said, feeling like he should say something.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be down in a minute," Harry answered, not looking away from his shoelace, which he had successfully untied.

"Are we really going to do this?" he suddenly asked as soon as Seamus was gone and he had tied his shoelace again.

They heard Seamus' voice through the corridors. "Hey, yeah... I think that it's true. Harry and Hermione might just be together..."

The both looked at each other, cringing.

"I'd say no..." Hermione said, "but I think we are." She made a face.

He nodded.

"I think so too. So... what's next? Because Ron is kind of freaking me out."

"Why? Did he do anything to you?" She was next to him in seconds, moving his head from side to side with her hands. "Are you hurt? Because that would be terrible. And we'd have to stop, right now." Harry took her hands away from his face.

"No, Hermione, I'm fine. What's freaking me out is... he told me to go for it."

Hermione paused to think.

"What?" she finally said.

"I don't know. I was kind of expecting him to attack me," he said truthfully. He knew that there were barely any secrets between him and Hermione. She made another face.

"I was kind of expecting that too, I barely got any sleep at all - so, what do you have first thing?" she asked casually, as she watched Lavender walk past them. She snorted at them, and Harry could tell that Hermione herself was fighting the desire to attack her.

"Maybe we should just go down to breakfast," Harry said, as Lavender left, thank god. He could feel the heat radiating off of Hermione at an alarming rate. And all the standing around suspiciously was nerve-wrecking. "Play along. Make it up as we go along."

"Oh, Harry, that sounds like a terrible idea."

"Do you have a better one?"

She sighed.

"No, I guess not."

"Alright then. Let's do this."

"Let's do this," Hermione agreed. It seemed like she was working her way up towards it, breathing in heavily and all. Harry felt sorry for her, and he wished that he could put a stop to it; but, in the words of an imaginary Ron in the back of his head, he was acting "like a selfish git", and couldn't help it. The only thing he really cared about was that this might help him get Ginny.

Wow, he was acting like a selfish git.

As they got out of the common room, Harry tentatively put his arm around Hermione, after she kicked him subtly.

"Ow, OK," he had muttered. Hermione smiled at many passing girls, red with envy, beaming.

"Being your girlfriend could have it's privileges; not that I need them of course," she added hastily.

"Sure, whatever." Harry didn't want to think that Hermione was saying things like that. Though he knew that she didn't mean it... though that could be true.

By the time they had reached the Great Hall, Harry was already trying to find away to make this some sort of misunderstanding that had made Ron think that - but when he saw Ginny and Dean, Dean and Ginny, laughing, all happy and carefree, his plans were erased. They both lingered at the entrance, wondering where to sit. But Ron looked up and, to both of their surprise, patted the place next to him.

Harry looked at Hermione. Hermione looked at Harry. They both looked at Ron. He gave them both an 'it's OK' look, which was hard to ignore. They slowly made their way up to where Ron was sitting, and sat down, both ready to run at any moment.

He watched them.

"What's up?" he asked them, but then tilted his head and swallowed. "I mean, apart from you being together and all. How did that happen?" he asked casually, munching on a piece of toast.

Harry frowned. "What happen - ow! Um, yeah." He scratched his head. "I don't really know-"

He also didn't like the ratio of times that Hermione was kicking him.

"Harry was just there for me when I needed someone," Hermione interrupted. Harry looked at her, amazed. How could she act so... normal? "It just... happened. I cried on his shoulder a while, and then one thing led to another-"

"And that's it!" Harry cut in, putting his arm around Hermione and bringing her close, . "You might be overdoing it," he hissed through a false smile, meant only for her ears.

"Oh, no, it's fine," Ron said, waving his hand. "What kind of friend would I be if I hated my two best friends for hookin' up?"

"Hooking up?" Harry repeated. Ron shrugged.

"Sure, whatever. I just hope that you two feel as happy as me and Lavender," he said, taking another munch of a piece of toast. "You know what? I've lost my appetite." And then he was gone.

Harry and Hermione's mouths were left hanging open. And then Harry noticed that his arm was still around Hermione, and he quickly removed it. Besides, he couldn't eat with his arm around her.

He was actually going to live to eat. Breakfast.

This wasn't good. Though it wasn't bad... it was better than what he had been expecting.

"I'll be back in a minute," he whispered in Hermione's ear, who nodded and smiled at him, and then at Ginny, who was a few seats down the table. The look on her face was... indescribable, to say the least. And then she suddenly grew red, and stabbed the table ferociously with her fork.

"Oh," Hermione whispered to herself, quickly picking up the newspaper Ron had been looking at, pretending to read it, while conveniently blocking her face from Ginny's view.

Ginny looked at what she had done, frowned and looked around. Dean was staring at her. Along with everybody sitting around her.

"Hah!" she laughed nervously. "Uh... spider. But I killed it." Everyone looked away, apart from Dean, who was just looking scared.

Harry made his way out of the Great Hall, missing this; his purpose being finding Ron. What exactly was he going to say to him? He had no idea.

He found Ron within seconds... he was throwing rocks onto the grass from inside. Harry made a face as he approached, watching one of said rocks hit a Slytherin.

"Yeah, we've all got problems," Ron spat as the Slytherin threatened him with insults Harry had never heard before, but just knew that they were bad.

"Um... hey Ron?" he managed, making it sound like a question. Ron jumped.

"Harry," he then said simply. All he did was acknowledge his presence... not good. Even though his head was screaming at him not to take another step, he lent beside him. "Stupid Slytherins," Ron muttered once Harry joined him.

"Um, yeah, they can be that way." He gulped. "I bet you wish that you could throw that rock at me," He said.

"What?" Ron seemed surprised. "No... why?"

Harry raised his eyebrows at him.

"Oh... right," Ron said, feigning just to have got it. Harry noticed. "No. Listen. You're my mate. She's my mate. I can't complain," he shrugged. "She snogged Krum. So she's found out someone wants to snog me too. Well, it's a free country. I haven't done anything wrong. I mean, you haven't done anything wrong," he corrected. "And if you want to snog her, it's fine by me-"

"Oh, no, I don't want to snog Herm- hurt your feelings," he quickly changed what he was saying, wondering if Ron had spotted that, while cursing himself. But it seemed like he hadn't.

"Hurt my feelings?" He scoffed. "It's not my feelings that are hurt. It's these bloody scratches on my arms. Stupid birds. And no, I haven't forgiven her for that one yet. She's lucky that I listened to a word she said."

Harry waited for Ron to keep on talking, but Ron was quiet. He went back to throwing stones (now at the Slytherins). Harry heard his stomach rumble.

"I'm going to go back to breakfast-"

"Have a nice time."

"Um... yeah. You might want to stop that though... you could get detention."

"I don't really care," Ron sighed. He threw another one. Harry was resorted to backing away; slowly.

I wasn't exactly sure about this chapter... Could you all review again? It made my day!