Ron walked up slowly to his dormitory. For some reason his stomach still hurt from earlier that day. Probably all the sweets you had at Hogsmeade, he told himself. He was ready to just plop into bed and be done with the day, although he wished he could have stayed and talked with Hermione a little bit longer. He missed her already. But then he looked on the bright side, remembering the sooner he got to sleep, the sooner he could dream. He changed into his pajamas, and pulled down his covers to reveal a little square sheet of paper. On it was written:

Dearest Ron,

Please do me the favor of meeting me in the same room we were in earlier today. I'd like to ask you something. I miss you, please meet me there around 1:00 a.m.

Love, Your Hermione.

Ron was a little confused as to how that note got there, especially since he had been with Hermione all day, but just brushed it off. He was tired of thinking. He set the alarm on his clock for five till one, and plopped down into bed, falling asleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow.

When his alarm on his clock began ringing, Ron was only half-awoken, but then remembered why it was he had to get up; he got up rapidly and made his way out of the boys' dormitory. Maybe he was just that tired, but for whatever reason, a few steps before he would reach the door to the temporary bathroom he was in earlier, he felt his eyes get really heavy, and drifted off back to sleep.

Hermione quickly readjusted her eyes to make sure she was seeing right. She couldn't believe the scene that was lying out in front of her.

"Hello Hermione," said Draco. "I see you found my note, just as Ron here did." Ron was gagged and tied to a chair with a rope, his eyes wide open, half with rage, and half from seeing Hermione.

"Malfoy! What is going on?" Hermione demanded.

"Oh, nothing much, just doing a little," Draco cleared his throat, "researchfor Potions, from the day that you missed." An evil grin crept onto his face.

Hermione panicked. He knew. She didn't know how, but somehow she knew about her and Ron being in the Prefects' bathroom the other night. And he had a plan for proving it.

"Now," he continued. "Come over here and drink this glass of juice, or else."

"Or else what? You don't scare me Malfoy."

"Or else I'll just tell those bloody house elves to slip it into your drink tomorrow in the Great Hall."

Hermione had clicked. No one, absolutely no one, talked about house elves that way in front of Hermione Granger. "What did you just say Draco?"

"You heard me," he bellowed. "I'll have those slaves spike your drink, so you'll fall under the spe–" But he had stopped mid-sentence. The look on Hermione's face at that moment would make anyone stop mid-sentence, maybe even Dumbledore.

"Don't - ever - talk about house elves that way in front of me." While Draco was still stunned at how evil Hermione looked, she galloped right up to him and punched him in the stomach. Nearly falling on the floor, he grabbed his middle in pain, bent over nearly all the way. But she wasn't done with him yet. She lifted up his face, and punched him in the nose, sending him down to the stone floor where he landed with a thud, blood dripping down his face. She then went over to the pitcher of bewitched juice and knocked it on the floor, along with the glasses Draco had prepared for both her and Ron. Next she went to take the gag out of Ron's mouth, but as she did this, she sensed something.

She quickly whipped around, just in time to see Draco charging at her, and she simply lifted up her knee.

"Oooohhhh-oooooowwwwwww!!! Mummy!" he cried, with a falsetto voice, and once again, he fell to the floor, hands comforting his manhood. Even Ron's face was plastered in pain.

"Like I said, you don't want to talk disrespectfully about elves in front of me!" Hermione concluded. She went back over to Ron, took the gag out of his mouth, and untied him from the chair.

"Blimey, Hermione, that was quite a strike. Even I don't wish something like that on Malfoy," he said. "But I'm glad you did it. Its about bloody time he got what he deserved."

"Of course it was. No one should talk about house elves like that. Not to mention plotting to manipulate them into some evil plan." Ron just smiled at his Magical Creatures activist. While he didn't feel the same way about the issues she fought against, he loved the way she was so passionate about it. "What are you smiling at, Ron?"

"Oh, nothing," he answered. "It's just that, well, you're so sexy when you're a bad ass. That's not a side we see from you much. And honestly, I like it."

Hermione guffawed at this comment. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call myself a "bad ass," but I wouldn't say no to a 'naughty little girl,'" she said, while winking at Ron. She moved closer to him, reaching her arms up around his shoulders. The two embraced in a hug.

"AHEM!!" they heard Malfoy call from on the floor.

"Oh yeah, I had forgotten he was in here," Ron said.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him." She walked over to Draco and said to him, "If I hear a word about this from anyone, and I mean anyone, I will not hesitate to hunt you down and castrate you through your nostrils, so your voice will be permanently soprano."

"Okay!" he said in a voice slightly higher than before. She took a hold of his collar, and quietly led him out down the stairs, and out of the Gryffindor Tower.

She went back to the room where she left Ron, and once again wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. "Now, where were we?"