A/N: I am in love with my reviewers. I post a new chapter one night, and wake up the next day--and I've got ten reviews already! Overall…350 reviews. Quite simply, I love you all. Now, I will compose some more fluff in order to procrastinate on writing my English paper and studying for finals…only three more days of school left, then it will be summer and I will be able to write multiple times a week on a regular basis! Yay! For now, here is a little piece that is hopefully a little less fluffy than the last few…I love fluff, but too much can just kind of suffocate you, can't it? So here's something that's still cute, but a little less overwhelming! It's mostly all-dialogue, 5th year.

Disclaimer: For the 38th time, I swear it's not mine!

Ron trudged along down the Great Hall, still rubbing his eyes, trying to rid them of their tiredness. He sat down with a great sigh across from his best friend, Hermione, who was, as usual, deeply into some book of ridiculous thickness.

"Mwwwammmfwa."

"Good morning to you too, Ronald."

"'Ermione, why're you reading this early?"

"It's nearly eight o'clock, Ron."

"And it's Saturday."

"I didn't force you to wake up!"

"You charmed that damn clock by my bed."

"Well, it's not like I went into your room and dragged you out of bed without letting you get dressed."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, causing her face to contort in horror. Or at least, a very good imitation of horror. Because, dear readers, you all know that she would like it. A lot. ;) But, I digress.

"Don't be disgusting, Ronald!" She smacked him with a force much harder than what should be legally allowed.

"OUCH! How the hell do you hit that hard? Aren't you supposed to be a girl?"

"Yes, I am a girl. I thought we established that after the whole Yule Ball fiasco last year."

"And I thought we'd reached a mutual agreement never to speak of that again!"

"Well, if you don't want to discuss it, then stop questioning my femininity!"

"Your what now?"

"What, is that word too big for you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Oh, Ronald. You make my head hurt."

"Then I'm doing my job."

"I'm not going to pay you, I hope you know."

"I figured that much. I'm obviously smarter than you think I am."

"On the contrary, Ronald, there are many times that have led me to believe that I tend to overestimate your competency, intelligence, and abilities."

"Come again?"

She made a gesture toward him, as though she were using him as evidence in a courtroom. "Exhibit A, your Honor."

"Hermione? How much Butterbeer have you had today?"

"I'm not drunk, Ron."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Don't be an idiot. I know it's programmed into your system, but if you could try to overcome your own stupidity it would be greatly appreciated by myself. I may even feel inclined to reward you."

"Now you're just trying to use big words to confuse me!"

"Really, Ronald? And what on Earth would make you think that?"

"You know what? You'd be really funny if you were drunk."

"And how does this relate to our previous subject?"

"It doesn't. But it's funny."

"No, it's not. Being made incompetent by alcoholic beverages is not in the least bit funny."

"Sure it is. I can just imagine you stumbling around, trying to use your big, fancy words at everyone. You'd just be yelling about random things, and you'd trip on every word…it would be great, I'm telling you."

"Ron, why does my using big words warrant you to make fun of me?"

"Who said I'm making fun of you?"

"I'm not stupid."

"Hermione, I only poke fun because you're my friend. You know that, don't you? And you make fun of my idiocy because I'm your friend."

"Yes, I know. But I mean…"

"What?"

"Does my being smart bother you?"

"Why would it bother me? It's quite nice, actually. I get loads of help on homework, and a competent partner in Potions."

"But…doesn't my always being a know-it-all bother you?"

"You're not a know-it-all."

"Yes, I am, Ronald. Don't try to pretend it isn't true. You've said so yourself."

"Okay, so maybe you're a know-it-all. But it's what makes you Hermione."

"But is being Hermione a good thing?"

"Are you kidding me? It's a great thing!"

"Don't over exaggerate to make me feel good about myself."

"I'm serious, Hermione. You're bloody brilliant, for one thing. And even though you're pretty bossy, you are a huge help with all this schoolwork. You're not like other girls-you're Hermione."

"Yeah, I'm not quite so attractive as the other girls, am I, Ronald?"

"No! That's not what I meant. Well, that's part of what I meant. But you are attractive-wait, I mean, you could be attractive-well wait, that's not what I meant either! I mean, you are pretty, Hermione. You really are, and you don't even try. You don't use all that rubbish on your face like they do, and you don't spend hours doing your hair, but you're still pretty. You're just a lot more…likeable…as a friend…but not that you'll never be more than…but-well…never mind." By the end of this speech, Ron's ears and cheeks had turned an impeccable shade of red. Luckily, Hermione got the gist. Which she expressed to him by saying:

"I think I get the gist of what you're saying. And thank you."

"If you breathe a word of this to Harry, I'll hex you."

"I'd like to see you try."

With this, she closed her book (she had been paying it no attention for the past few minutes anyways) with a funny little twisted smile that made Ron smile his own crooked grin. She leaned across the table and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?"

"Oh, the library. I have some reading to do. Bye!"

Ron chuckled lightly. "Somehow, it seems I should've expected that."

His smile didn't go away all morning.

A/N: That was really pretty odd, wasn't it? And so much for not being fluffy. I tried to scale it down...I guess it didn't work too well, did it? Well, let me know what you thought. I wish you all luck on any final exams you have coming up…R&R.