Harry excused himself from the Creevey brothers, who surprisingly obliged to let him alone. Harry walked across the room toward the stairs. It seemed that he was moving by millimeters, he was trying to calm himself down with thoughts like "It's no big deal" and "Ron probably just didn't see her" He earlier felt the urge to use an unforgivable curse on Ron, which seemed like the way to go.

                "Harry!"

What do I say to him? I know he has a thing for Hermione, he's the only one still babbling on about how Krum will put a hex on her.

"Harry!!"

I know he's going to deny it. I could tell he liked her second year when he sneaked out to see her petrified body, without telling me. The stupid git left the Invisibility cloak on the floor.

"Harry!!!"

And third year, when we were in Divination, he would gaze at Hormone while the rest of us would try to decipher what the tea leaves meant. My goodness he was depressed when she left.

"HARRY!"

And who could forget fourth year. After the Yule Ball half the Gryffindors stayed up to see Ron and Hermione have it out. I could hardly sleep with all the – "OW!"

Hermione had thrown a punch which landed on Harry's right shoulder.

"That hurt," Harry moaned rubbing his arm.

"Sorry Harry, you were day dreaming or something. Happy birthday," Hermione said happily extending her arm revealing a birthday gift. Harry reached out with his left arm, his right one still stung.

Harry suddenly noticed that they were in front of  Ron's room. He quickly grabbed Hermione's arm and began to lead her back down the stairs. Hermione quickly tugged her arm away, a little too forcefully for Harry.

"Harry, gruff me. I want to go see Ron," Hermione said lightly. Hermione reached for the door. As quickly as Hermione pulled away from Harry, so Harry wedged himself between Hermione and the door handle.

"He's sleeping," Harry said quickly, though wondering if it were true. Hermione gave him a quizzical look.

"I've seen him in his pajamas before, I'm just going to say a quick "hi"."
                "You know he'll be cranky if you wake him. I'm sure that you don't want to have another blazing row with Ron, and have my birthday party, that the Weasleys so graciously set up, be ruined would you?" With this Harry pouted over exaggeratedly.

"I guess you're right."

 Hermione suddenly hit Harry's right arm again. On the same spot she hit earlier no less.

"I saw you downstairs. And incase you were wondering, which I'm sure you were, I am wearing underwear." With that she turned and walked away.

Just as Hermione was out of ear shot Harry muttered "No I wasn't" which was replied to immediately, to Harry's great surprise, by Hermione.

"Yes you were." Hermione had gotten past Harry and had just stepped into Ron's room, with a grin on her face. "See you in a minute." Hermione disappeared.

Harry reached for the door, but thought better of it. If Ron and Hermione were going to be yelling at each other he thought it would be best, for him, if he weren't there. He made his way down the stairs. "Hey, Dean how's it going?"

Hermione could see Ron's bed moving back and forth rhythmically.

Oh my God. Is he having sex?!

Hermione's heart sank deeply into her stomach, slowly being digested by her stomach acid. Her mouth was drying quickly. And the rhythmic movements of  the bed began to pick up pace.

I'm going to catch the little bugger in the act. Then I'll curse, hex, and transfigure them like there's no tomorrow.

Hermione crouched low, and walked awkwardly toward the bed. The rhythmic motion was slowing, but became more forceful. Hermione could hear panting and light moaning. With each step she took the moaning became louder, her anger rose, and her wand arm was twitching more wildly. She was now at the foot of the bed. The rhythmic movement began to pick up pace once again. In one swift movement she stood up, tore the orange blanket away, and pointed the wand toward the bed in an accusing manner.

"Ah ha! … AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Hermione pointed her wand at two red headed bodies. It had taken her only a second to realize that it was not Ron, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. A second too long too be sure. It looked to her as though weren't satisfied with only seven children, but she didn't want to see what she had seen. As soon as she realized who it actually was she bolted for the door before Mr. and Mrs. Weasley could explain.

Hermione was running down the stairs, knocking people over, and screaming her head off. Her feet quickly took her to the kitchen. Harry was surprised that she was downstairs already, he had only left her in Ron's room a minute ago.

"Hermione, what on earth are you doing?"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," was all she could reply, on the run.

Hermione finally reached the fireplace; she grabbed some floo, and threw it into the fire. Taking a break from screaming she whispered something into the fireplace with a pink tinge on her cheeks. She then continued where she left off, screaming. She practically threw herself into the fire. In a second the fire returned from its green shade to it's bright orange.

It just got worse didn't it Harry? I'm afraid it has, I'm afraid it has.