I wish I may, I wish I might, Own Harry Potter on this sight, But its not meant to be, As you can plainly see, So anything you recognize, as J.K.'s isn't mine, Thanxs for your time.

Things in * * are that character's thoughts.

"Dare."

"This'll be good. I dare you, tomorrow night, in front of everyone in the common room."

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"Harry, mate, we got a shit load of homework."

"Don't let Hermione hear you say that Ron. She'd tell you off." * uuhhooooo, to late. *

"I can't believe you Ronald Weasley! Not only do you curse about not having your homework done, you got all of those assignments well over a month ago!"

"Oh, and you have all yours done."

"It just so happens I do!"

"Well, I'm sooooo sorry that I'm not the perfect 'suck up' student you are!"

That had done it. With a single tear running down her face, Hermione went running upstairs.

"Damn it!" said a very frustrated redhead.

"I think you should go apologize to her Ron. I mean, she was crying."

"I know, I know. I'll be back in a minute."

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Hermione lay there on her bed sobbing. She was supposed to have told him tonight, but he just made it so hard. She hadn't wanted to get into a fight with him. It was just difficult not to. He just didn't know when to quit and that had lead Hermione to tears.

Then in the silence of the bedroom, Hermione heard a knock at the door. "What do you want?"

"Can I come in?" asked a very familiar voice.

"God, Ron, just go away."

"Mione, let me in please, I- I wanted to apologize."

"Fine." Said a tear streaked faced Hermione.

As she rushed to wipe the tears from her eyes, he came in.

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