Ron awoke to the noise of a poor cat being strangled.

'Ahhhhh,' Ron woke up with a start. The cat stopped.

'What's the matter mate? Harry asked worryingly; Ron didn't know why but when Harry called him 'mate' he had an urge to be sick.

'Oh, it was just you!' Ron realized his mistake; it wasn't a cat dying but his friend singing.

'Yeah...sorry did I wake you? Didn't see you come in last night,'

'...Erm...Well..I...was...erm,' stuttered Ron, should he try and tell him now. Seamus stormed in.

'God, I hate that girl. How could she?' he raged. It would have to wait.

'What's up Sea? Who?' Ron didn't feel sleepy even though he had spent last night wide awake hunting but he did have a killing headache, which Harry had made 100 times worse. He hid the pain from his face, Seamus had a problem and Ron wanted to find out what and why.

'Lavender, dumped me, says she likes someone else,' Seamus seemed deflated; he dropped himself on the edge of Ron's bed. Seamus always felt as though he could trust Ron with anything, stuff that he might not even tell Dean.

'Merlin, what a bitch. Did she say who?' Ron gave Seamus a sympathetic look, poor Seamus. He always thought him and her were together forever. Well maybe forever was a bit long.

'Well, sorta. She said he was amazing and gorgeous and fit and tall and had the most passionate hair ever' Seamus put on a high, shrill, voice in a bad attempt to be Lavender. Both Ron and Harry laughed.

'Never knew hair could be passionate,' at least that made Seamus smile, 'and I don't have a clue who she could be talking about,'

'Oh, and she said something else!'

'What?'

'That every other girl in our year likes him, including the Slytherins, and loads of other girls in other years like 'im,'

'Merlin, that is one lucky guy,' Harry piped up from his bed. Seamus and Ron nodded.

'And just think, you won't be the only one,' smiled Ron, but Seamus just gave him an 'and-that-makes-it-all-better' look.

'So you're telling me that you can't guess that?'

'Where the hell did you come from? And no, if we knew we would have said,' Ron said, a bushy haired girl had just walked thought their dorm room door and had placed herself on the other side of Ron's bed.

'Well, I think it is totally obvious, he must have seen the girls looking at him. Every girl does. Oh but I forgot, he's stupid,'

'Tell, us. Pleaseee,' Ron gave Hermione a look that she could never resist.

'Well, okay then, but you must promise not to tell anyone that I told you. The girls would kill me,' Hermione asked, for once she seemed nervous. All three boys nodded.

'Ron,' Harry and Seamus laughed. Hermione blushed.

'Wha, me?' Ron couldn't believe it

'Ha, who could like him?' Harry looked as though he was about to cry. Ron was offended; he puffed out his chest.

'It's not that impossible, you know. Thanks for telling Hermione,' Ron gave his best smile to her; she smiled too, still blushing. Ron pushed Seamus off the bed and gave Harry a warning look. Harry stopped.

Ron ignored them for the rest of the day, and started noticing the girls. Hermione was right. They did look at him, but it was hard to spot sometimes, especially with the Slytherins, nevertheless the looks were there. A few times, when Harry and Hermione were talking or when he was in the library alone, he would give a cheeky smile back to the girl he had caught looking, every time the girl would blush and look down. Ron didn't know why he did it but he did. When he caught Parkinson looking he gave her his cheekiest smile and winked at her. That was the first time she had ever blushed, well the first time Ron had seen her.

When he lay in bed, on that late Saturday night, he realized that some pure-blood werewolf traits were starting to happen already. Cheekiness, confidence and cockiness. Yet Hermione still wasn't suspicious or she was hiding it very well.

Ron turned on to his side, it was 1 on the Sunday morning and Ron still wasn't tired, maybe this was another werewolf thing. He decided the best thing he could do was sit in the common room, maybe someone would still be up. He doubted it.

Ron walked down the stairs in his loose pj bottoms and to his surprise found a petite brunette curled up, with a book on a saggy sofa.

'Hey 'Mione,' Ron whispered gently, he couldn't see if she was awake.

'Oh, hi Ron,' Came a sleepily reply. Hermione stretched and sat up; Ron placed himself close to her. Yet neither of them felt uncomfortable, however Hermione did blush, she was close to a very good looking topless Ronald Weasley. He placed his arm over her, she cuddled into his side. Ron needed to tell someone about his curse, but didn't want to break this touching moment. But Hermione seemed to read his mind.

'Is there something worrying you, Ron? You seem distracted,' Hermione hoped not, she was cuddled up with the fittest boy in Hogwarts, event though she would never admit it to him or the seas of girls, who asked her if she liked him. On the other hand, she wanted to know that Ron trusted her with his problems.

'Well...there is actually' Ron had to tell a friend and she would never tell anyone. Hermione expected him to move, but he didn't. Her mind started to wonder on what he might say...

Ron knew there was no other way to say it.

'I was bitten by Professor Lupin. I'm a werewolf,'

On the stairs of the girl's dorms, two shocked first year girls placed their hands over their open mouth, after one silently clicked a wizard camera button. What gossip!

Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger were together!... oh and Ron was a werewolf!

Hope you liked. Who are the two girls? What will Hermione say? Thanks for reading =D