A/N: Okay, obviously, I watch a lot of Disney movies. Don't be shocked if you find a lot of references to princesses or characters of Disney. Thanks to all of the reviewers, I'm so very happy you liked the last chapter and I hope you guys like this one. I've gotten a LOT of requests for Ron and Etcy, so I tried it with this chapter!

Hazelthorn: Yeah, I think Harry deserved a romance part so…read this chapter and you'll know what I'm talking about.

NyokaDelFanfiction: Thanks a lot! Yes, I wish my boyfriend would take me on a magic carpet ride too…*sigh*

Iamtwilight: Thank you!

raptoregg64: Hahaha, that's basically what I did when I wrote that chapter…you know, to give it effect

Harry and Ron watched with disgust from behind the garbage can as Mistoffelees kissed Hermione once more and left. Hermione went into the house, a dreamy look on her face.

"I can see what's happening," Harry said, sighing wearily.

"What?" Ron said, oblivious as always.

"And they don't have a clue!"

"Who?"

"They'll fall in love, and here's the bottom line, our trio's down to two."

"Oh."

"The sweet caress of twilight, there's magic everywhere. And with all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air!" Harry said, obviously frustrated.

A voice came from close to them. They walked around to the main clearing in the junkyard and saw a Jellicle singing on the old car.

"Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the evening brings. The world, for once, in perfect harmony, with all its living things. Can you feel the love tonight? You needn't look too far. Stealing through the nights uncertainties. Love is where they are."

"Who's that?" Harry asked, completely dazzled by the wide-eyed beauty.

"I think Hermione said her name was Jemima. She can sing, can't she!" Ron said in approval, chuckling at his best friend's face.

Harry nodded. He was really entranced.

"Well?" Ron asked, sort of impatient.

"Well what?"

"Aren't you going to go talk to her, get to know her?"

"Uh, no!" Harry said, obviously afraid.

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Because I said so!"

"That's not right, mate. Harry, I can see that she's caught yer eye. Go on!" Ron said, pushing Harry from the shadows, out into the moonlight.

Jemima turned and hissed, but relaxed and smiled when she saw the familiar face.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you?" Harry asked her anxiously.

"Oh, no, it's fine. You're name is Harry Potter, right?" she asked, her smile perfectly dazzling.

"Yeah- I mean, yes, and yours is Jemima?" he asked, the pitch of his voice rising.

"Yep!" she said happily. Like she was still in her own little world.

"So, um, I heard you singing. Your voice is…beyond description. I really love you- er, I mean, your talent!" he said, blushing when he screwed up. But Jemima looked unfazed.

"Oh, thank you! That means a lot to me. Usually I'm just considered the little one that is pretty at the junkyard. Wow, the moon is high in the sky, I should get home, Plato's probably worrying…" she said, nervously. She wouldn't say it out loud, but Harry was really cute, and she got nervous around really cute toms, or boys in this case.

Harry frowned. He remembered who Plato was, he was a big, strong tom and he was quite handsome from Hermione's perspective. "Is Plato your boyfriend?" he asked, disappointed.

Jemima blushed. "No, he's my brother. I'm single at the moment."

Harry nodded and smiled. "I'll let you get to Plato. Oh, I should probably walk you home, incase Macavity is out there."

Jemima nodded and they took off. Harry turned around and threw a thumbs-up at Ron's face.

Ron smirked from his hiding place. "And if they fall in love tonight, it can be assumed their carefree days with me are history. In short, my pals are doomed."

He walked up the house and into the room he and Harry shared. He tucked himself in and slept, dreaming of Etcetera.

The next morning, Ron got up and ate breakfast. Hermione and Harry had already gone, teaching their respective classes. Harry had given Ron the day off, but why he was uncertain.

As he walked out he almost ran smack into a familiar two cats. Jemima and Etcetera greeted him.

"Hi Jemima, Etcetera, um, how has your day been so far?" he said, blushing when he said Etcetera's name.

They told him of their day, and he listened, actually fascinated.

"Well, I gotta go, er, um, talk to some toms. I'll see you 'round?" he asked, looking directly at Etcetera.

Etcetera nodded, lost for words for the first time in a while. Jemima giggled, and pulled her along, the opposite way of Ron.

"Etcy's gotta crush, Etcy's gotta crush!" Jemima teased in a sing-song tone.

Etcetera blushed. "So what? It's not like he likes me or anything."

Jemima raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's not what I heard. Harry walked me home yesterday and-

"He did what?"

"He walked me home. He heard me singing and walked me home. Anyway…"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Etcy, do you want to know if Ron Weasley likes you or not?" Jemima said, only slightly annoyed. She could never be mad at Etcy, she was her best friend. Etcetera squeaked and nodded.

"Harry said that Ron had saw you in the crowd and was asking about you. You might not have seen it, but he was staring at for the whole assembly!"

Etcy squealed and she rushed down the sidewalk with Jemima, demanding every detail of that subject of the conversation.

A/N: Okay, so please review on this chapter…flames are welcome, but completely discouraged (hint, hint). Oh, and go check out my contest that I posted. The due date is coming up, but I think I need more entries. It's a Mistoffelees contest, if you haven't guessed already. Any questions, don't hesitate to ask.