"Ginny!" Ron yelled up the stairs.

"Ow! Ron, I'm right here you don't need to yell," Ginny said from the floor.

"Bloody hell!" he cried, jumping a few inches off the floor. "When did you get back down here?"

"She's been down here for a long time Ron…" explained Harry, eyeing his friend.

"Really?" he asked. "I didn't notice."

"Gee….thanks," Ginny grumbled. "What did you want?"

"It's time for dinner."

"Oh…okay. I'll go get Hermione." She said goodbye to Harry, Ron and the twins as they left the common room for dinner. After they left, she climbed the stairs to the girl's dormitories.

"Hermione, it's time for dinner," the red-head called, closing the door behind her.

"Already?" Hermione asked from her bed. Crookshanks was curled on her lap while she read a book.

"It's been a few hours since we talked, Mione. How come you didn't come back down to us?" Hermione shrugged.

"I wanted some alone time I suppose. Actually, it was that, and I don't really want to disturb the cat, she gets cranky."

"Believe me, I know," Ginny admitted with a huff. "Well, disturb her now or you will go hungry and die."

"Maybe not die, but, yeah, I know," Hermione agreed, scooping Crookshanks up and placing her next to her. "Did the boys already go down?"

"Yeah. As you can imagine, they were starving."

"Naturally," Hermione chuckled, following Ginny down the stairs. A few minutes later, the two girls entered the Great Hall, heading for the Gryffindor table.

Malfoy looked up at the loud giggling that rang out above the other noise in the Great Hall. A beautiful brunette was walking down the isle, smiling and laughing with her friend who walked along the other side of a table. Turning her head quickly, Hermione sent Malfoy a smile. He smiled in return. His thoughts drifted to what happened a few minutes before in the hall with Potter and Weasley. He had almost said that he loved Hermione. He knew it, and they had probably picked up on his almost-slip as well. They hadn't been dating for more than two months at least. Though he had said it to her when they first got together, he knew that he had only been caught up in the moment that the girl he liked actually felt the same way about him. Could I really be in love with her? He thought to himself.

"Malfoy?" Crabbe questioned, turning about to see what he was grinning at. "What are you smiling at?"

"You can't be smiling at that Mudblood…" Goyle commented looking at the same place Crabbe and Malfoy were.

"What? Oh Merlin, are you two daft?" Malfoy growled. "Why the hell would I smile at her?" Crabbe and Goyle shrugged. Malfoy rolled his eyes, ending the conversation.

"Ron, you don't honestly think that if he hurt her, we'd actually let you pummel him?" George asked.

"Right, I mean, not that you could anyway," muttered Fred. "Am I right, George?"

"You certainly are Fred."

"Who is Ron not pummeling?" Ginny asked when she and Hermione walked up.

"Malfoy," the twins chorused. Hermione smacked Ron on the arm as she sat next to him.

"Why are you hurting him?!" she exclaimed.

"He's not," explained Fred. "We're saying he couldn't."

"Why?" asked Ginny. "I thought you guys didn't like Malfoy."

"We don't. We just have things in mind for him if he ever hurts you, Hermione. Explain George."

"Gladly, Fred. The way we figure it, if Malfoy ever tries anything nasty, you can tell us. We've got loads of products we're just dying to try. And why not try them on the biggest prat in the whole school?"

"Especially if that prat hurt our friend-"

"And our little sister's best friend-"

"And our mother's second daughter-"

"And our little brother's-"

"And she gets it!" Ron interrupted, slightly blushing.

"Uh oh, Fred…look what we've done," George muttered, to his twin.

"We've gone and embarrassed him George," observed Fred.

"Brilliant!" they cried.

"Knock it off guys. Can't you see he's been through enough emotional torment already?" Harry sputtered, holding back chuckles.

"Shut up, Harry," grumbled Ron.

"Why would you want to pummel Draco anyway?" Hermione inquired, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

"Cause who knows what he's done to you?!" Ron shouted, causing a few people to look at him. The other in the group shot him a look.

"Do you think she wants the whole school to know you idiot?" Ginny whispered across the table furiously.

"Sorry."

"What do you mean 'what he's done to me'?" Hermione repeated. "He hasn't done anything to me. He's just made me feel special. When I'm with him, everything seems better."

"Alright. What have you tested on her?" Ron accused, looking at the twins.

"What?" Fred asked.

"Us?" George inquired. They looked at each other.

"Nothing!" they replied in unison.

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed. "Draco hasn't done anything to me! I'm smart about my relationship. Nothing is going to happen. I promise. He hasn't done anything to me and he won't do anything to me. He's protecting me from any other guy who might try to do something to me."

"What?! What other guy would-"

"Ron, if you want to live to see tomorrow, don't finish that sentence, mate," Harry advised. Hermione was glaring at Ron, shooting daggers into his chest.

"Anyway. Harry, you were great at the competition today," Ginny commented, smiling at him.

"Thanks, Gin. It was tough. I started to run out of breath at the end, but I lucked out and didn't die," Harry chuckled.

"It was wonderful Harry! Absolutely wonderful!" praised Hermione.

"I'm surprised you were even there after you got rescued," mumbled Ron.

"What?" the brunette asked.

"Nothing," he said quickly. The group continued small talk throughout the rest of dinner, completely forgetting about Ron's absentmindedness for the time being.

"Hm….I think I would love to teach Charms," Hermione said. The group had begun to talk about what classes they would like to teach if they ever became teachers.

"What this school needs is a fun class," George interjected.

"Yeah. Pranking 101!" Fred agreed.

"You two teach that whether or not it's in a classroom," Ginny pointed out.

"That's true Gin-"

"But if it were a class-"

"Then it would be credit-"

"Towards graduating," they finished at the same time. Ginny and Hermione rolled their eyes while the boys looked intrigued.

"The class would have a long waiting list," Harry admitted. Ron nodded in agreement. Just then, a brown owl swooped into the Great Hall, a small piece of parchment in its beak. It dropped the letter in front of Hermione before taking off and leaving the way it came.

"That's weird to get a letter at this time of day," Hermione observed, picking up the letter. She unrolled the parchment and read the letter. When she was done, her face had fallen into a deep state of confusion and hurt.

"Mione what is it?" Ginny asked. Hermione passed the parchment to her. The short message was scrawled into the page in, long black cursive:

Stay away from him.

A/N: So….this whole chapter was a filler just so I could get to the whole note thing to get this thing moving again! Haha….I love turmoil…….And thanks to my amazing best friend for giving me the chapter title...cause I never know what to call anything. In addition, I want to thank everyone for reading my fanfic!!  Ya'll rock!