Disclaimer: I really don't have any creative way to say 'Nothing is mine' today.

Of all the Gryffindor fifth-year boys who fell asleep in Divination, Ron Weasley was always the first. He could sleepwalk up the ladder and to his chair, if the competition demanded it. He hadn't paid attention for more than an hour throughout his entire time in the class.

Today, he outdid himself.

She's talking to us again.
I know.
I didn't think it was possible to be this happy.
Mmm.
Do you think this means we're friends again?
As a guy, I'd say yes. As a guy who's had experience with girls, I'd say bloody hell we're not.
What is THAT supposed to mean?

The conversation was briefly interrupted by Harry falling off his chair.

"You alright down there?" Ron asked.
"Quite so."
"See you later, then."

Ahem.
As I was saying...what are you TALKING about?
She's a GIRL.
I don't follow.
(long, drawn-out sigh)
Shut it.
We broke down first, right? Well, she reciprocated. But we are not yet into the promised land of Hermione's Favor. We must return the favor to show our undying adoration for her.
Have you been reading Ginny's novels again?
Er.
Bad Other Half!

"So. Paying attention in class, Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked as they descended from the loft.

The next five minutes passed as they both laughed uproariously at this possibility.

"Really, what were you thinking about all that time?" he asked after they could breathe normally again.

The answer to this soon became astonishingly clear, considering Ron never even heard the question.

There she is.
Are you ready?
No.
Neither am I. Onward!

"Hey, Hermione."
Her cool expression never faltered. "Hello, Ron."
"How was Arithmancy?"
Ah. There went the composure. "How was WHAT?"
"Arithmancy."
"Ron, you've never asked me how my classes were in five years. What are you stalling for?"

Damn those ears.
Tell them to turn down the heat. It's not THAT embarrassing that Hermione knows our innermost thoughts with only a glance.

"Erm."

Just DO it, already!

"I wanted to..." Deep breath. "...ask you to come see my Quidditch game."
"Ron, I always go to the games. You know tha-" Suddenly, she stopped, mouth open with a realization. Her head went down, her face went pink, and her feet started shuffling with what could almost be called nervous energy. When she looked up again, she had a secretive smile twisting the corners of her mouth.

She got the hint.
She knows.
Oh dear Lord.

"Sure, Ron." The twist was bigger now. "I'd be honored to." And then she turned and walked quickly away...but not before he saw the smirk grow into a full-fledged giggle.

...But then maybe that's not so bad, after all.
I wholely second that.


A/N: Mmm. Now things can actually start happening. Which is so much easier to write about.

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