A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Ron blinked, looking at the notes he'd scribbled on the margin of his history book. None of them were legible, but it didn't matter. He knew he'd never have bothered to try and study anyway. He'd only returned back to school after the war because his mum had wanted him to.
Now, he was trying hard to study, but it didn't come easy to him, not like it did to Hermione. Hermione was always there to help him, if he needed it. He wondered what he'd do without her, suddenly realizing that he never wanted to be without her.
He jumped from his seat and ran to the stairs leading to the girls' dorm. He knew he couldn't climb them without them becoming a slide. Instead, he settled for yelling up them.
"Hermione! I love you!" he yelled. He heard some shuffling, a few muffled sounds. Hermione appeared at the top of the stairs, looked down at him and shook her head. A smile played across her face.
"I love you too, Ron, but please, can we keep the declarations of love to reasonable hours of the day?" she asked, nodding to the clock that was chiming three in morning. Ron blushed and nodded.
"Fine, I'll tell you again at breakfast."
"That would be better," Hermione stated.
"Good night, Hermione."
"Good night, Ron," Hermione replied, disappearing back into the dorm.