I'm quite aware that nothing happened in the previous chapter but hey, give me a break, this is my very first fan fiction XDD This chapter wouldn't have much either, except emphasise that Hermione's freaked out by Harry and Ron and that those two clods were taking things too fast. The next chapter will be funnier, promise. (:

Hermione, ever the early bird, pried open one eye to see the morning sun just starting its journey upwards to chase away the darkness and allow light to reign once more. The ray of light shone brightly onto the stirring school of Hogwarts, signalling the start of a new day. She got up slowly and lazily stretched, taking the time to work the kinks out of her back before standing before the dormitory window to peep out into the world. She sighed at the beautiful sunrise and watched the light coloured everything a rich hue of gold. The sky was a lovely mixture of pink clouds and blue. What a lovely beginning to a Saturday morning.

Smiling and eager to get start her day; Hermione got dressed and in a flash, was hopping down the staircase to the common room. Not surprisingly, she was the first to be up and running, given the day. But it didn't matter the day to Hermione. She was always up at sunrise, ready to see the sun coming up, weekend or no. Besides, she was fairly used to the silence of the common room in the morning. She liked to take this time to read her books and finish whatever homework was left (which was highly unlikely, really).

Already, one week had flown by faster than the blink of an eye, like a blur. A blur filled with teachers and homework and more homework. Hermione never knew that days could pass by so fast in Hogwarts. Granted. There were always the pesky Slytherins to strangle, a certain greasy-haired Professor Snape to put up with... not to mention the additional workload the teachers gave the poor pupils who were taking their N.E.W.Ts this year (Most were already neck deep in essays). But still, the students just couldn't help but find the fun in all of that and enjoy their time at Hogwarts. They never failed to do that, no matter the evil potions master and the mountain of homework that threatened to drown them all. And not forgetting the fact that Malfoy didn't appear all week, much to the Gryffindors' delight. They couldn't really care about why he wasn't making his annoying self known. Honestly, they were too busy rejoicing to give a fart.

Hermione sat herself down in front of the burning fire and opened a book on her lap, ready to enrich her mind with new knowledge of the vast world of magic. Within moments, she was completely engrossed in her books, soaking information about spells like a sponge soaks in water, a lot and very rapidly. The loud creaking of an opening door in the rather deafening silence disturbed the peace, making Hermione frown a bit as she was brought back from her little world of spells and made aware of her surroundings once more.

Hermione, not looking up from her book said, "Morning Ginny, had a good night's sleep?"

The youngest of the Weasley clan sank down in one of the chairs, settling into a sprawl, heaving a loud sigh. Through bleary and half-opened eyes, Ginny looked at her friend from her position in the chair, stifling a yawn as she wondered how anyone could even think of reading a textbook on a Saturday morning. Certainly, they do enough of that five days a week.

"Yup... And did I ever need it… The teachers are killing us with all their h- homework…" Ginny stammered, releasing the yawn and was bent on coming out. "I don't know how you managed to survive last year without dying."

Hermione rolled her eyes and took of her eyes of the page of her book and looked at her friend who was on the brink of nodding off to sleep again. Hermione shut her book with a loud snap, making her friend bolt upright in her chair with alarm.

Satisfied that her audience is sufficiently awake, Hermione replied, "Honestly Ginny, it isn't so difficult if you use your time wisely."

Ginny scowled at her friend, retorting, "Easy for you to say, you don't have Quidditch practices..."

Before Hermione could open her mouth and make a suitable reply to that, Harry and Ron walked into the common room. Both boys plopped down onto chairs; sleep still in their eyes. Hermione couldn't help but giggle at the sight of them. Though Ginny was still sleepy, Ginny managed to get her clothes on properly and looked decent enough. In the case of Harry and Ron however, they were apparently more than half asleep as they got ready for the day. Harry's hair was worse then ever. His hair stuck up everywhere and drooped over his eyes, giving him an Old English Sheepdog appearance. His shirt was inside out and his glasses were askew. Ron was far worse than his companion. His fiery hair was standing on end, giving the impression that he got electrocuted at some point during the night. He had a bit of drool sliding from the corner of his mouth and a bit of that dropped onto his improperly buttoned shirt (He missed a few buttons as well). And to top it all off, he was still in his pyjamas bottoms, which had ducklings as a pattern. All in all, the two were a comical pair and a sight to behold on a Saturday morning. They didn't even notice the two girls. Ginny gave a very Malfoy-ish smirk (the smirk that he reserved for when he was doing something particularly nasty) that scared Hermione. Ginny got up silently and crept up to the half-awakened boys.

She took in a deep, deep breath before yelling at the very top of her lungs and the loudest she could manage, "RISE AND SHINE YOU LAZY GOOD FOR NOTHINGS! TIME TO GET OFF THOSE DUCKIES AND DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE!"

Ron and Harry's eyes shot open as they sat up right shouting (curiously) in unison, "We didn't dump a pail of slugs down Professor Snape's underwear! That greasy-haired monkey is making it all up!"

They continued blabbing about how they were innocent for a few more minutes before stopping suddeny and looking around. They looked at the two girls, blinking like a pair of owls in confusion.

"Er… Good morning?"

Poor Harry and Ron were further puzzled when the two girls proceeded to laugh uncontrollably. Ginny went so fast as to tumble off her chair and roll about on the floor, clutching her stomach. She was quite literally 'rolling along the aisles'. As the minutes passed, more Gryffindors filled the common room, glad to have a break. And what better way to wake up than look at Ron and Harry. Poor guys. They didn't realise the matter with their attire until half the Gryffindor house was roaring the common room ceiling down with laughter. With rapidly reddening faces, they bid a hasty retreat back to their common room to change, escape the laughter and let everything blow over (Not that it would ever happen, mind). The famous trio were reunited at the Great Hall when Harry and Ron found the courage to get out of hiding and face the ribbing. All about was the noise of talking students and the clanking of forks and spoons. It was then the trio caught a glimpse of platinum blonde at the Slytherin table. It was none other than the notorious, evil, annoying, bratty, despicable, evil, irritating, vile, evil Draco Malfoy. Of course it had to be Malfoy. Hair slicked back, the usual drawl lining his voice, his trademark smirk forever on his ratty face... not to mention the crowd of students (All Slytherins actually) around him soaking up every word he said like little puppies. And as usual, Pansy was clinging onto him like glue, as if the very existence of the work depended on it.

From where the three were sitting, they could hear Pansy loud and clear. Though whether that was good or bad was questionable.

"Draaaaaaayyyyykkkkiiiieee-pooo..." Pansy whined, batting her artificial eyelashes at him and trying to look coy. "Could you feed me some sausages, snooky-woo?"

Some students spat out whatever they had in their mouths and started choking most violently. Others laughed so hard; they required the support of the table or a friend to keep themselves from falling off the bench. Hermione, though her tears of laughter, thought she saw a student turning blue. Quite suddenly, the entire hall was filled with the deafening sound of laughter and choking. Even some of the teachers were trying to hide their laughter behind their goblets or tried valiantly to pretend as though they've heard nothing, though the twitching of lips was a dead giveaway.

Draco replied curtly through clenched teeth, "I'm not your bloody maid, Pansy."

The trio could just hear Draco grinding his teeth with anger. Hell, they half expected steam to blow out from his nostrils and Draco to start breathing fire. Pansy's lower lip quivered and she snatched her hands off Draco in a huff. Then she looked expectantly at the blonde.

After a few minutes, Pansy snapped, "That was the part where you apologise and say you love me!"

It took a moment for the entire student population to register what the overly ambitious girl had said. Then the laughter started again with renewed force. It was ludicrous and of course, never will happen. Even Draco forgot his role to play the fire-breathing dragon and joined the rest of the students, howling with laughter.

He barely managed to say, "We- we're n- not acting P- p- pansy and I don't love you. So g- get used to it."

Pansy burst dramatically into tears (which nearly everyone suspected were forced ones) and ran from the hall, most probably carrying some foolish fantasy that Draco might come running after her, bursting with apologies and professions of his undying love for her. As if. The students continued laughing for a few more minutes before the amusement gradually died down and the eating of breakfast was resumed, with no further incident, barring the fact that the blue-faced boy had fainted and had to be revived.

Hermione said to Harry, Ron and Ginny, "That Pansy's got some nerve. I can't believe she's still hasn't taken a clue and took her sorry pug nose somewhere else. She takes 'clueless' to a whole new level… Not to mention that she's such an embarrassment to us females."

The others nodded rather absentmindedly, for they were too busy piling their plates high with food and tucking in. Suddenly, Hermione noticed Harry and Ron staring at her again, the dreamy look back in their eyes. They'd been doing that for the past week, watching her when they thought she wasn't looking. It was way past creepy. It was like she was a new species of bug being studied under a microscope. Hermione didn't like being watched by her two best friends and she didn't like the feeling of holes being drilled into her. Sitting in front of Hermione, Ginny raised her eyebrows at her friend, giving an I- told-you-so look.

Ginny mouthed to Hermione, "Cloud nine..."

Herione rolled her eyes dismissively and got up. No way were Ron and Harry carrying a crush on her. Come on, it was I Ron /I and I Harry /I they were talking about. Ron and Harry whom she'd known for all her time at Hogwarts. Ron and Harry with whom she went to classes with, did detention with… did nearly I everything /I with. She'd come to see them as more like the two brothers she'd never had but wished she did. It just didn't seem right that they'd develop a tender for her. At that frightening thought, she turned and left the Great Hall, all but fleeing to the Gryffindor common room, leaving behind Harry and Ron who were still staring after her. Ginny, Ron and Harry later went up to the common room after finishing their breakfast to find Hermione in the process finishing up her homework, her quill flying over the surface of the parchment at a remarkable pace. Information seemed to come to Hermione as easy as breathing does. Effortless. The fact that this talent of Hermione's was quite amazing was not lost on the three and they took a couple of minutes to stare in awe and wonder. Ginny was the first to return to earth.

"Hey Hermione, we're going down to the Quidditch pitch to practice, want to come?" Ginny suggested, sounding hopeful.

Hermione didn't say anything, continuing to scribble furiously at the paper for a few more seconds before dotting a full stop quite dramatically and setting her quill down.

She then looked up brightly and chirped, "Sure!"

A couple of minutes earlier, Hermione wouldn't have agreed to watch them play Quidditch even if the world depended on it. However, while her friends were busy gorging themselves with sausages and pancakes, Hermione was doing some serious thinking (Honestly, when did she I not /I ?). Since she could very well attribute the staring to food, Hermione then concluded that she was merely blowing everything severely out of proportion and that everything in actuality was just hunky-dory.

With that mind-set, Hermione got up and followed her friends down to the pitch. Not that she was really a Quidditch fan or anything, but Hermione was willing to sit down and watch them practice with the rest of the Quidditch team. She found it immensely more entertaining and exciting then hearing them drone on and on about the sport. She'd much rather I watch /I them instead of I hear /I them. Besides, they've been using up every spare minute they can to practice and practice they did. After all the hard work they've been putting into their practices, Hermione felt obliged to go down and watch them. All that determination and perseverance stemmed from them up-coming match with Ravenclaw and the team was most bent against losing, for they were quite set on clinching the championship title and bring glory to the house of Godric Gryffindor once more. Besides, they wouldn't want to let Professor McGonagall down after she'd expressed her delight at having the Quidditch trophy on display in her office.

Finding a prime spot from which to watch the practice session, Hermione folded her hands on her lap and watched her fellow Gryffindors zoom by on their broomsticks. Apparently, they were working to perfect their various strategies to make the passing of the quaffle safer and faster. They were just so impressive that Hermione couldn't help but start jumping about on the bench and cheering and applauding. Passing students thought her skirt had caught fire or something similar. But Hermione couldn't care less about the odd looks and finger twirling beside the head people gave her, she was just too damn proud of the team.

All out of breath and sweaty, the players and Hermione included, called the session to an end and dragged themselves back to their common room, absolutely dying for a hot shower and some well deserved rest. Well, everyone except Hermione who was bouncing all the way, enthusing about how good they'd been until Ginny got tired of her perkiness and told her to 'PIKE DOWN!' However, their rest had to wait, for the Quidditch players obviously procrastinated when it came to their homework. As a result, the idea of bed was pushed aside and they started on their rather large mountain of homework. Hermione sighed, grinning at them in an affectionate fashion. "Typical" was all Hermione said before she sat herself down in front of the fire and absorbed herself in her book of spells again. Again, she felt the damn drilling of holes into her! Sliding a sidelong glance over at the table over which Ginny, Harry and Ron were using to tackle their homework; Hermione caught the two boys watching her again, their homework forgotten for the moment. The witch was sorely tempted to bash them up with her rather heavy textbook. That ought to teach them to stare at her so eerily.

Poor Hermione wasn't even spared from the staring during dinnertime. She'd felt them watching her throughout and that fairly ruined Hermione's appetite. Excusing herself to Ginny, Hermione scrambled from the bench and rushed back to the Gryffindor common room. Ginny glared at her two boy friends, the hand clutching her fork twitching, proof that the redhead wanted to do some serious damage to the two wizards. Now that Hermione was gone, the boys were brought back into the present and Ron noticed the twitching of Ginny's hand.

"Your hand's twitching. You feelin' alright?"

"Are you both dense or are you both dense?" Ginny cried out, exasperated.

Apparently, the two boys had never been stared at intensely before in their lives. Thus they had no way of knowing that such staring could disturb a person so (They thought it would be rather flattering to the person on the receiving end, actually.) and this resulted in a swift kick in the shins. They were so surprised by this unexpected attack that they lifted their knees quite suddenly and bumped them on the table, shaking the plates and goblets.

"Damn!"

"Bloody hell, that smarts!"

That unplanned bonus added to Ginny's satisfaction as she flounced out of the Great Hall, sparing them a backward glare.

"What'd we do?"

"Nothing. She was just being a witch."

In the cocoon of her bed, Hermione stared at the ceiling of the girls' dormitory, pondering. Pulling her comforter over her, as if it might ward off the stares, Hermione shut her eyes, prepared to slip off into sleep. But she wouldn't sleep. The stares were past freaky. Hermione honestly wished they would stop it. It wasn't flattering in the least, no matter what they thought (If they even thought at all). And on the off chance that they I did /I have a crush on her, this whole thing was going too fast it was just ridiculous! Things like these took I time /I . Apparently, all that top speed flying on their broomsticks eradicated such a word from Harry and Ron's vocabulary list. The girl was unbelievably grateful when sleep finally decided to take pity on her and swallow her up.