Disclaimer: See Chapter One for all my wacky disclaimer fun!

Dedications: To Sinbin for the challenge and HPGuy for coming up with this four-hundred-word-challenge phrase 'tell me more about my eyes!'.

Author's Note: These are fun, but I don't plan to make this a series or anything. If I add more it'll be more 400 word challenge bits like this and the first part. I hope you like it. ^.^

In Other Words...

The tip of Hermione's quill snapped off and Ron's essay tore directly down the center. Harry smiled. "So," he asked again, "how would you and Ron get on?"

Hermione blinked. "Well...well, that is...I'm sure we...of course I...well, honestly! What a question!" Hermione finally managed to splutter.

Ron, as red as Harry had ever seen another person go, nodded fervently. "Come off it, Harry!" Ron's eyes were pleading. "That'd be completely daft! I mean...Hermione...and me..." he forced a laugh which, Harry noted, Hermione was quick to echo.

"Really, me and Ron!" Harry found it telling, and amusing in the extreme, that Ron and Hermione were studiously not looking in the other's direction. The fact that they were both working on their homework, rip and broken quill unnoticed, was even funnier. "It's mad."

And so Harry nodded earnestly. "It's as mad as the idea of you and I together, isn't it, Hermione?" He smiled sweetly at their murderous looks. "I mean, really!" He laughed and listened as his friends joined in half-heartedly. "Still..."

"Oh, what 'still'?" Hermione huffed. "I suppose you think it'd work well if Ron suddenly started mooning over me and I was twittering nonsense like 'tell me more about my eyes!'?" She blushed furiously. "I mean, not to be rude, but I already know they're brown."

Ron, also blushing furiously, shook his head. "No they're not."

"I think I know the color of my own eyes, Ron," Hermione snapped, affronted. "They're brown."

"Well, yeah, they are…but not just," Ron leaned forward to peer at Hermione's eyes. "They're brown, but there are streaks of this sort of dark golden-y brown…like the caramel at Honeydukes."

"Really?" Hermione seemed to be leaning forward and her voice was…breathy?

Ron nodded solemnly, not breaking eye contact, voice low. "Yeah. And there's these, I dunno, flecks? They look like butterscotch chips."

"Oh," Hermione breathed. "I didn't know that." Harry grinned to himself and wondered if they would notice if he left.

"They're awfully pretty, really." Ron said softly.

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "I guess they are. I hadn't noticed," he said and watched as Ron and Hermione leapt apart as though Banished. "But you're right, on the other thing, Hermione. You and Ron…that's a mad idea, isn't it. It simply wouldn't work, would it?"

"Of course not. It's entirely foolish!" Hermione said.

"Entirely." Ron agreed.

They wouldn't look at each other.

"Oh, yes, entirely," Harry smiled.