Lady Norbert: I know Mcgonagall was out of character a little, but through the books, she also seems to wait until malfoy's been picked on to stop it, like when mad eye turned him into a ferret, or when he told her about Harry visiting hagrid. I thought I messed up the spelling of that curse! Thanks for pointing it out, I've changed it now, but to your suggestion, the killing curse.

Nessie: Ron was leaning up on his arm, so it kind of made a tent in the blanket, so hermione (being skinny) if she was pressed close enough, could avoid detection, and harry just looked quickly, being a bit embarrassed, seeing as how he thought it was one of *THOSE* mornings.



A/N: I hoped you all liked my previous chapter.I sure did! Owing to the fact I was incredibly tired; you got sort of a mixed point of view on it, but oh well. It's Thursday still, just carrying on through out the day.Ron might happen to have left a little note in Hermione's book......which Pansy Parkinson might just happen to find......truthfully, the story writes itself..I have no Idea where it's going.(I think they gave me the stupid muse) ::::Muse tackles her from behind screaming like a banshee::::





Ron grinned as he stuffed the note in with Hermione's work. He had written it to ease the tension that had been building from earlier in the week.

He felt a fight coming, and with Hermione it was like a sixth sense---or really just a habit they couldn't go without. He brushed his fire colored hair out of his eyes and smiled when he thought of the note.

******* (THE NOTE) ********

Hullo Hermione! Funny waking up to you yapping this morning! We had a fright didn't we? I thought for sure they'd find you up there. You're lucky you've got me, you know that?

Maybe sometime you'll wake up to me, and maybe I won't leave quick with my books---maybe I'll just lounge a bit on your comfy bed---d'you know the girls beds are much more comfy than the boys? I reckon it's a conspiracy with you women folk. But anyways, imagine that, eh? Maybe next time you can get some sleep, instead of leaving your books everywhere!

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Ron sat down at the table next to Hermione, who blushed as he passed her charms book over to her.

"Hey Ron, why d'you have Hermione's charms homework? I already asked to borrow her notes, not her homework, she wouldn't even speak to me for the rest of the day! How come you're getting special treatment?" Harry questioned, feigning hurt.

"Harry! I'm not being preferential! I just happened to-"Hermione lowered her head and began to whisper. Misplacing texts was something of the utmost shame to her, "To misplace it,"

Harry immediately changed his expression to one of shocked outrage.

"You didn't!" he said.

Hermione hung her head and nodded.

"Get off it Harry, you know how she is," Ron said. The last thing he wanted was for Hermione to start screaming at him because he didn't pass it to her *discreetly*.

Harry blanched, "Right then, my apologies Hermione,"

"Sticking up for your sweetheart, Ron?" Fred asked, sitting down beside him.

"It's a wonder he picked it up so soon. Works wonders with the ladies," George added, following suit.

"Makes'em think your some sort of knight in shining armor or something," Fred muttered, unhappily.

"Fred's just upset because he only laughed when Lee said Angelina looked like she had duck feet in herbology, while I, the much more dashing and studly-"

"More like dirty, and woman-thieving! That's wrong, stealing your brother's girl. There should be a law against it. I intend to write one myself, I do---"

"Well, I offered Lee two options, apologize, or face my wrath," Fred snorted into his orange juice, while Harry on the other hand seemed rapt.

"Well, what'd Lee do?" Harry, for quite some time now had his eye not on the unattainable Cho, but on Ginny Weasley, and now, it had seemed, the roles had reversed completely. Ginny was undeniably cute, her sparkling eyes and devious personality, a mix of the twins and her own amazing self seemed to scream life. Now he was the one that was fumbling for words around her, while she always seemed to have something extremely witty to say.

Ginny was generally followed by a bevy of admirers, most ardent being Neville Longbottom, who Ginny handled with the utmost care, knowing Neville's sensitivity.

"Lee? Well he just laughed right on, and Gallant George here, well he was almost laughing, and then Angelina kissed him on the cheek! That shut all of us up!" Fred continued angrily.

"It's not like I asked her to kiss me, I wasn't all, Oy! Angelina, come here darling!" He said, and much to his horror, Ginny, who had been approaching, waved Angelina over with her.

"What is George?" Angelina asked, smiling.

George's mouth gaped like a fish, flopping up and down a couple of times, until finally sound came out.

"Well, Angelina, umm, you look very, umm, well---very, very fit. Yes, fit." He decided anxiously.

Angelina arched an eyebrow at him, shaking her head as she began to walk away.

"Angelina, wait!" Fred shouted before she was too far, hopping away from the table, "I think you look absolutely smashing."

She blushed and murmured a thank-you.

She began to walk away again, and Fred grabbed her arm. Hermione noticed he looked very determined. "Fred?" Angelina asked, taken aback by the sudden gesture.

Fred slid his arm around her waist and pressed his lips against hers, right in the middle of the great hall.

The Gryffindor table hooted and clapped, a few shouted "about time!"

Angelina responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, and blushing deeply.

"Have a good day then," Fred said a big grin on his face.

"it seems I will," She laughed, walking over to her giggling friends.

Hermione absently wondered if all the weasley boys were such charmers and romantic fools, then, reminded of the morning, fought down a blush and sipped her orange juice.

*I suppose that's a yes then,* She smiled into her goblet.





A/N: I know I didn't really get into much, but I liked this chapter----the weasley's are fun to write about.