DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters (though I wish I did!) they belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. And I think her for making them so unique and easy to write about!
"Hey Moine!" came the food filled voice of Ron through Hermione's sleep.

"Ron, how many times must I tell you, GET OUT!" Hermione pushed him away playfully.

"I brought you a muffin," he held a blueberry muffin out to her, "I knew you wouldn't eat if it wasn't brought to you. You have been working like mad on that paper for Snape. Extra work, you know your mad don't you?" Ron finished.

Hermione took the muffin, "Thank you Ron. If I have time, I will eat it."

"You will make time." Ron's voice sharpened. His worry about her health had grown greatly since the start of their seventh year. Hermione had replaced eating with more work. He had never thought it possible for her to do more work, but she proved him wrong.

"Only if you leave!" she finished as she pointed to the door.

"FINE!" he playfully stomped off.

Hermione threw some sweats and a tank top on, and sauntered to her common room. The scene from the night before began to stream into her head as her drowsiness exited. She found a sea of papers all over the table she had been sitting at the night before. She groaned as she placed herself in the seat in front of them. She started aimlessly flipping through papers when she found an unusual one. It was a note from Ron, reminding her to eat. She giggled to herself as she put it aside and grabbed the muffin from beside her. She took her quill in her hand, and rest her head in her other hand. After no time at all, sketches of her "dream boy" filled the page. Hearts surrounded the boys perfect body. She made a plan to return to the lawn again, and see him again.

"BOO!" Ron laughed as Hermione nearly jumped from her seat. He gazed down and the pictures. "Who's that?"

"It's...umm...no one." she shrugged as she tried to cover the page up. Ron was too quick for her, he snatched up the paper and held her back as she tried to grab for it. "RON! I will hex you it you don't give that back right this second." She knew full well she would never hex him, they were too good of friends for her to hurt him. Suddenly, Hermione looked up at Ron's face and watched as all the blood rushed from it.

"I, gotta go." Ron mumbled as he left the room. He ran his hands through his hair as he stepped out of the portrait whole. He let out a huge sigh, and leaned against the nearest wall. His thoughts all muddled together. The girl, the beautiful girl from last night, was his best friend! It was Hermione. The girl he thought looked like an angel, and thought he loved her? He could never love Hermione. He continued to think for the next few minutes, and decided, being the boy he was, he could use this to his advantage. He could play with her mind a bit. It would take some planning, but he had pulled so many pranks to date, this would be easy.

~*~

Ron walked down the lake, just as he had the night before. He stripped down, hid his clothes, and dove into the lake. It was much warmer than the previous night. He did summersaults under the water, tread, and dove. Waiting. Waiting. She isn't coming! He thought to himself. The swam back to shore and stepped out of the lake. He was just about to start the walk back to the castle when he saw her. He ran back to the water, and ever so slowly lowered himself into the water. He went under and swam far out into the lake. He surfaced, looking around, but not seeing her. He looked to the tree near the lake, and he could just barely make out her figure, peering around, looking at him. His wand was placed in his shorts pocket, he took hold of it. Freezinous! He pointed it at her, and she was frozen to her place. He knew the spell would not last, so, he swam as fast as he could to shore, and dashed off with his clothes under his arm.

~*~

I must see him again! Hermione thought to herself as Ron left her room, and she looked at the picture once again. The rest of the passed slowly. As the time of night she liked best came along, she slipped from her room, and out the front doors of the castle. She slowly walked to the lake. What would she say to him? Who could he be? Many thought passed through her head. She decided she would do the same thing she had the night before, watch from a distance. She saw him in the lake and her breath caught. She had just made it to her hiding place. She peaked around and saw him in the middle of the lake. She blinked, opened her eyes, and he had disappeared. She stepped out from behind the tree, and looked to the lake. He was no where to be found. She stood there for some time, wondering where he could have possibly gone. She walked back to the castle, questioning her sanity the whole way. Had she merely imagined him? She hoped she would see him again, and not strictly in her dreams.