A/N: Thanks for all the feed back! This is fast becoming my favorite fic! Still Thursday, but it's time for Charms (duh dun duh) and for Hermione's little note. I've made it so in sixth year, Slytherins and Gryffindors are also in charms together. :::: Muse looks gleefully evil into the computer screen:::





The sight of the musty charms classroom evoked a small sigh of relief from Hermione, who sat down hurriedly at her desk, blatantly pleased with herself for obtaining her text.

Ron sat down next to her, gazing at the brunette with wary eyes. "You remind me of Crookshanks when he ate Scabbers, all pleased with yourself,"

"He didn't actually eat Scabbers Ron, you know that." She paused for a moment, her eyes were glowing, Ron noticed, and it looked quite pretty. *wrong* he thought with a shudder.

"I feel like a spy!" She whispered, leaning in close, "Harry was *right* there, and he didn't even notice!"

Ron turned white, and was gazing at something over her shoulder.

"Didn't notice what?" Harry asked. Hermione's face was nearly as white as Ron's.

"Well, this morning, see, Hermione was-"

"Showing Ron what I got you for Christmas at breakfast and you didn't even notice!" She interjected, saving the two friends from explaining any of the *mishaps* that had happened to Harry.

"Alright." He stated.

Proffessor Flitwick cleared his throat, "Students, you have a new seating plan," the minute man droned, not interrupting Hermione's and Ron's conversation, as Harry had gone back to sit with Seamus, at his regular seat.

"You're getting very proficient at lying you know-I'm starting to think Harry and I've been a bad influence on you," He grinned, "By the way, have you read the note yet?"

Hermione lifted her head from her homework, which she had been reviewing,

"Hmm?" She asked.

"The note, have you read it?" he questioned.

"No, I haven't,"

"Miss Granger, you'll sit by Miss Parkinson, over on the right side of the class---"The Proffessor kept on directing.

Hermione gathered her books, said a quick goodbye to Ron, who made a gagging gesture at the thought of Pansy Parkinson, and hurried over. Today they were going to learn shadow charms, and she was especially pleased about that, Pansy Parkinson or not.

"Mr. Malfoy, kindly move yourself beside Mr. Weasley," Proffessor Flitwick mentioned.

Ron groaned audibly, and Malfoy tried to ferret himself out of sitting by Ron, but the Proffessor wouldn't hear of it.

"Now, Proffessor, my father---"Malfoy began. Hermione didn't get to hear him offering to buy Flitwick off, seeing as how a large foot in her path had tripped her on her face.

"Great." She muttered, her homework floating to the ground beside her. She blew her hair out of her face and went about gathering her papers as she made her way beside Pansy, who was sniggering loudly.

"Oh bite my ass," Hermione told her, agitated. Pansy feigned a look of fright.

"I'm so frightened! What are you going to do to me, bore me to death with your knowledge of fifteenth century fire charms?" Pansy retaliated.

"Nice---maybe that'll work on some of your dim-witted Slytherin friends. Come back to me when you have something minutely intelligent to say." Hermione shot back, rifling through her papers.

"Oh, drat," She stated as one fell beside Pansy.

"Oh, lose something did we?" She asked haughtily, turning herself so she could read it. "It looks like a note,"

*Oh no. Ron's note. The one he put in after we'd been hiding in his bed TOGETHER!*

"Give that back," Hermione seethed as she grappled uselessly above Pansy's shoulder.

"Oh my---little miss goody's not so good! ----'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.' My, my, my---and a prefect too! Wonder how Dumbledore would take it if he found out his favorite prefect was sleeping around? Not too keen I think---I never thought I'd see the day---Hermione granger, the slut of Gryffindor hall! 'Maybe I'll just lounge a bit in your comfy bed?' Who is he?" Pansy questioned, interested.

*I want to die. I want to shoot myself in the head right now. Sinking into the floor would also be good. ---I CAN'T BELIEVE RON WROTE THAT! ---I am in sooooo much trouble*

Hermione put her crimson face in her arms, rapping her head on the desk methodically.

"If you don't tell me who it is, I'll tell Dumbledore!" Pansy whispered. Hermione raised her head at that. It seemed to her there was no way to salvage the situation, so the truth wouldn't do much harm.

"I didn't shag anyone." She stated, grabbing back the note. "I put my book with Ron's by mistake, and I tried to get it back this morning so it wouldn't look like I'd forgotten it, being a prefect and all."

"Nice try. Who checks their homework first thing?"

"Me."

"And Ron Weasley? He's way too hot for you. I bet it was Neville Longbottom. And by the way, shagging Neville-totally disgusting."

"I did not shag Neville, nor did I shag Ron. Ron is my friend."

"Says in the note you and Ron shagged. Sorry if I don't believe your horrible lies." Pansy simpered.

"It does not you pea-brained twit! It says, and I quote, 'funny to wake up to you yapping this morning'! Nothing to do with shagging! Who would say that to some one they'd just slept with?"

"Many guys." Pansy said knowledgably.

Hermione sniggered. "Maybe to you,"

"I can't believe Ron would sink so low as to shag a mud-blood like you! That's wrong. I'd have to tell Mildred to stay away, he's contaminated now."

"You bitch! How dare you say that about me! Have you had a chance to look in a mirror? Where'd you buy your mask? Zonko's in the cheap and ugly section?"



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, on the other side of the room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Don't sulk, weasley. I'm sure your mud-blood'll make up for not being beside you in class. How is she in bed anyways?"

Ron had been pointedly ignoring Malfoy during the whole of charms, which had not progressed as planned, the seating arrangements taking longer than previously thought.

Ron's hands gripped his wand tightly. He turned himself to face Malfoy, hatred and rage apparent in every movement.

"What did you say?" he fumed.

"I asked how good she was in the sack. Now I know most guys like the experienced ones, and its obvious Granger isn't, but I say being a girl's first is the best. Scale of one to ten-"

"You arrogant git! How dare you talk about her like this! We aren't even going out!" He said angrily.

"If I were you, I'd take advantage! I'd grab her and---"

"Don't you ever talk about Hermione like that!" Ron shouted, as he and Hermione both cursed their respective enemies.

"You dirty bitch!" Hermione yelled.

Proffessor Flitwick didn't know which one to yell at or punish first, Ron and Malfoy (who had turned very rigid and greenish) or Hermione and Pansy (who had started to become very wobbly, with wonky eyes.) Luckily for Flitwick, classes were over right then, so he just let them go, deciding he'd ask McGonagall to tack on an extra detention for Malfoy, Hermione and Ron, and he'd give pansy her own.

"Miss Parkinson!" He squeaked as she wobbled out of the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later that day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hermione turned the corner, on her way to the library with some books to return, when she was stopped dead in her tracks by what she over-heard.

"That's right. I read it. I knew the Perfect Prefect wasn't all Dumbledore made her out to be."

The voice was high and snotty, clearly Pansy trying to get back at her for having to weed the bosmostica beds in herbology (quite nasty little acid spitting plants, burnt right through Pansy's dragon hide gloves) as punishment from Flitwick. She, Ron and Malfoy not only had to clean the telescopes, but the Owlery. *eww--just eww--*

She heard a loping stride coming up behind her. Without turning she knew it was Ron, the sound was so familiar she could pick it out of a crowd.

"Hermione---"He began,

She held up her hand, and he skidded to a stop, giving her a weird look.

"Shh!" She whispered in reply.

"---with Ron? Ron Weasley? I swear! That girl is so lucky. Making it with that beautiful man---I don't see how she could! She's not even as pretty as me!" Another voice said.

Hermione looked over at Ron. She assumed he'd get that smug, gloating look he got when someone fed his ego, but he didn't. He'd been acting so strange lately, doing "the look" at her, cursing Malfoy and not even telling her why, *though he did turn quite red---* and now this. She was beginning to think the jet of sparks from Malfoy's wand earlier this week had actually done something to him. *I wonder---*

"C'mon then Hermione," He whispered eagerly, his eyes glinting mischievously. He leaned in very close to her to whisper, his warm breath caressing her ear *oh my god---Hermione get a hold of yourself! It's Ron! He doesn't like you that way!*

*Earth to my brain---WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING???* Her lips looked so soft, her eyes so open, her little nose so cute. He wanted to grab her right there and kiss her all over, and damn the consequences. Sure, he had *occasionally* caught himself wondering what it would be like to kiss her, but not this all consuming passion that had been growing lately.

He tried to pull away, but all he was able to do was thread his fingers through her hair, whispering in his velvety, seductive voice "Lets give them something to *really* talk about,"

He pulled her to him, her lips opened slightly in shock. His hands were still in her hair as her books clattered upon the ground.

Suddenly his lips were on hers, the dry heat comforting and yet, not enough for either. Hermione's back was against the cold stone wall, while down the length of her front was Ron's warm body, only too noticeable to her.

Some how they ended up on the other side of the corner, much to the eternal chagrin of Pansy, who had just previously declared the reason that Malfoy and Ron had gotten into a fight was because of her. Her little group stared as Ron passionately kissed Hermione, who had wreathed an arm around his neck, burying her hand in his hair, while the other was at his waist, tugging him closer.

"What was that you were saying?" a snide voice replied. There was a smatter of laughter and sniggering, and then the footsteps were gone. Ron pulled away.

Hermione glared at him. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST DID THAT! WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY TELL THE WHOLE SCHOOL? WHY DID YOU DO THAT? THIS IS HORRIBLE! MY LIFE IS RUINED! WHY DID YOU DO THAT??!"

Ron smirked. "Ruined your life? Well I truly thought I was a better kisser than that---I guess I'll have to talk to Parvati again----seems she lied and said I was the best Kisser she'd ever snogged with!"

"Ron! You---You---YOU BELIGERENT WOMANIZER!"

"D'you know what? I think you liked it. I think all this yelling is just covering up for the fact that you want to kiss me again." He grinned. "Don't think I'll let you take advantage of me though, uh uh."

Hermione, doing the only thing a girl in her situation could do, ran for dear life down the hall.

Library books forgotten.

Oh my. ************* A/N: HEHEHEHE! I thought it was good. Hope you liked it.