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Stop rambling.
NO! I will never stop rambling! SHUT UP YOU STUPID VOICES!
Chapter 3Ron arrived in Potions just before Harry and Hermione. Obviously he had been very embarrassed. Harry sat down next to him with Hermione on his other side. He leaned over to Ron. "I can't believe you called her that!" And grinned as Ron blushed again.
"And I can't believe you spent all morning playing chess with my sister." He hissed back. For the first time all morning it was Harry's turn to blush. Ron, of course, noticed this. "You like her don't you?" He grinned.
"I never said that." Harry blushed harder.
"But I can tell." Ron was REALLY grinning now. "I don't mind you know."
"Class is starting, shut up!" Hermione poked Ron in the side, who then rolled his eyes and winked at Harry.
The rest of the class was pretty uneventful, Snape only took a total of 20 points from Gryffindor, (Neville blew up his cauldron again) and Malfoy had been somewhat civil, if he could be called that. Harry had been amazingly alert throughout the entire class, but the same could not be said for History of Magic, where he fell sound asleep. Even Hermione couldn't bring herself to wake him, simply deciding to give him the assignment later on. You didn't need to stay awake for Professor Binns's lessons anyways.
Harry was still groggy from his nap by the time they got to lunch. Ginny noticed this of course.
"Hey, are you feeling alright?" She had learned her lesson on wording her questions. No need to embarrass herself again.
"Yeah, just tired. I think I just slept through all of history.." He looked at Ron questioningly.
"Yep, you did. No one wanted to wake you. Lord knows you need the rest." He grinned. "Even little Miss teacher's pet was ok with it!" He grinned at Hermione.
"Oh shut up. Just because I actually pay attention and TRY to follow the rules doesn't make me a teacher's pet!" Hermione glared at Ron. This was evidently going to be another of their arguments. At least they had gotten over the 'I'm not going to talk to you' moods after their arguments. Now it was more playful.
Harry leaned over to Ginny, "Why do I get the feeling that they're flirting?"
"Because they are!" They both began to laugh, going completely unnoticed by the arguing lovebirds.
"Wonder when they're going to admit it." Harry mused.
"Probably never." They both grinned and continued eating, trying to ignore their bickering friends.
