Adri's A/N Hello!!!!!!!!!!! We're back, and we're sorry. At least I am. Because I was slow getting this chapter done. I've just had TONS of homework lately, and so many other things to do... You've heard the story. Thank you for your reviews, and let's all cry a little together because the Senators lost in game 7 (do ANY of you know what I'm talking about?haha) but let's all cheer a little because there is a very good picture of Rachunek in the paper. Not much to say about this chapter, except for that it's good. After all, there is Ron without a shirt on, after all. Can you all say yum? ha! That is all.

Jayme's A/N: hi all! This is such a great chappie. Funny at the end too. Well that's all I have to say. whoo who! I didn't have school today b/c of Memorial Day! And you have no idea how hard it is to type with acrylic nails on. I got then done yesterday.... Well anyway...praise Adri, the fan fic goddess for the latest installment of Cold Hands, Warm Heart. And REVIEW!!!! I love them soooo much!

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After supper, when everyone had cleared the table and cleaned the dishes, people went their own ways. Hermione and Ginny sat down on the couch next to each other and opened separate books. Hermione's was this time A Wrinkle in Time. It seemed Hogwarts, A History hadn't ever been picked up from the bushes. Ginny was reading The Standard Book of Spells: Grade Seven. Throughout his summer visits to The Burrow, Harry had noticed that Ginny seemed to enjoy reading ahead in her brothers' old books. Harry had assumed she got good marks, but had never really had any proof. A regular Hermione, she was, it seemed. Harry and Ron had just finished a game of Gobstones when Ron got up, stretched, and let out a humungous yawn that made Hermione look up and make a tutting noise. Ron glared at her for a moment and Harry smiled as he remembered his and Charlie's plan for that night.

" I'm done for the day," he declared to the room. He then turned to Harry and asked, " You coming, mate?"

"Erm-" Harry caught Charlie's eye and tried hard not to grin. He turned back to Ron and grinned. " I'll be along in a minute."

After they heard Ron's door shut, Harry and Charlie excused themselves and left the room, Harry glancing back at Ginny for a fleeting second. She and Hermione were now talking about one of the spells Ginny had discovered in the book. Their heads were bent over the book, and as Harry watched, Ginny pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Harry blushed and quickly followed Charlie up the twisted staircase.

In hushed whispers they made their plans as they walked up the stairs. They paused for a minute outside the door.

" We're all agreed, right?" Charlie asked Harry. "We go in there and start talking about Hermione and Viktor, and then we progress as to hinting about how we think she likes somebody else, we might challenge him as to why he cares so much. But of course, it won't be that simple. You go and start talking about all the good qualities Hermione had, and I'll just agree and add some of my own. Eventually, we'll be able to get something out of him..." Harry nodded his head in agreement and they walked into the room. Ron was looking out the window in his striped pyjamas that were just a bit too short at the ankles. Harry and Charlie said hello, and then proceeded to change themselves. Charlie, while pulling his shirt over his head started the plan, even though in a muffled voice.

"Say, Ron, did you ever hear anything else about Viktor from Hermione?" he said through the fabric. Ron turned around and sat on the bed.

"What?"

" I said," he repeated as his head poked through the hole. " Did Hermione ever say anything about Viktor after fourth year?"

Harry glanced at Ron and could see him tense up.

"You mean Vicky?" he snorted and stood up to fill Pigwidgeon's bowl with food, his back turned to them.

" Yeah, him," said Charlie, not picking up on the sarcasm that was dripping from Ron's voice. "You know, when I was there with the dragons, I saw them walking near the Quidditch Pitch once. I was wondering what was happening about them, but never really got around to asking anyone. But then, when I was here visiting this summer, I heard from a reliable source that they were dating," he said, getting comfy on Harry's cot. Harry sat down cross- legged on Ron's bed, looking very interested in Ron's body language. Ron had turned around sharply and in doing so dropped the bag of owl-feed.

"Who the hell told you that?" he asked Charlie. Charlie pointed at Harry and Harry's eyes widened, as did Ron's.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Did she tell you something more than she told me," Ron asked, pointing a finger at Harry.

"Erm-" Harry began, trying to find something to say, " Well, no, not actually. You see, I sort of got a letter from Viktor a couple of times, asking about Hermione. Apparently he couldn't reach her, but he didn't know she was away with her parents those two weeks. He seemed confused because of something Hermione had said at the end of the year, and was wondering if she had forgotten," Harry shrugged his shoulders at Ron.

"You mean she made a promise or something? To that bloody Bulgarian git? She's just going to have to come up here and tell me what she-" he said, striding over to the door. Charlie jumped up and pulled Ron back. He pushed him over to the bed and made him sit down. "You're not going to make her explain anything kiddo. What she said was for Viktor, not for anyone else. Besides," Charlie said glancing at Harry, " That was a long time ago. I'm sure she's been over him for a long time. Anyways, Ii think, and so does Harry, that Hermione likes someone else now..." Charlie turned around and walked over to a chair, letting the effect of the words sink in.

" What? Who?" Ron said, looking from Harry to Charlie, to back at Harry, trying to get some hint of who it might be.

" Well, you know him," Charlie said off-handedly. Harry nodded in agreement when Ron looked at him.

"I do?" Ron asked.

" Yes. In fact, we think that he likes Hermione as well," Harry added. Ron stood up and started pacing the room.

"Likes Hermione?" he muttered, wringing his hands. Finally he stopped and threw up his arms.

"Well, goddamnit, are you going to tell me who he is? Tell me now, so I can go and kick his bloody arse. Nobody likes Hermione! At least they don't without talking to me first!" he said. Harry and Charlie's eyebrows went up identically as far, and Charlie had a smirk on his face. Harry tried hard not to laugh at the irony of it all.

" I don't exactly think you're right Ron. What about Neville and Viktor? What about Justin? None of them asked you, did they?"

"You're not her father, Ron. Or her big brother, for that matter," Charlie added. Ron glared and went back to pacing the same spot.

" Besides, why do you care so much, Ron?" Harry asked, letting the bomb drop. Ron stopped walking suddenly. He looked at Harry and sat down on his bed.

"No reason," he said quickly. Opening a Quidditch magazine.

"You know Ron, Hermione's a really great girl," Charlie said.

"Yeah, and you have to admit she's pretty too," Harry said.

"And smart."

"And nice."

"And brave."

"And interesting."

" And you know you like her."

Ron looked up suddenly from his book. He had been trying to be mute throughout the conversation, but now it appeared he was going to say something.

" What? I don't like Hermione! Why would you say that? Ha! The thought of me liking Hermione! That's laughable! As if! I don't like her, Harry," he said, and hid his blush with the book. Harry grabbed the book out of his hands.

"Say what you want Ron, but there's an old Muggle saying that goes 'Methinks thou dost protest too much', " Harry said raising one eyebrow at Ron.

"Listen to The Boy Who Lived, will ya?" Charlie said, crossing his arms triumphantly. Ron looked like a deer whose eyes had just been illuminated by a car's spotlights.

" Okay, even though I don't, just- just say I did like Hermione. It's not as if she really likes me. Besides, we argue all the time, everybody says so, especially her..." Harry and Charlie just looked at Ron. Ron let out a cry of frustration and put his head into the pillow.

" Are you EVER going to leave me alone? I admit it, okay? Now will you stop?" said the muffled voice from under the pillow. Harry and Charlie chuckled at Ron, whose ears had gone red.

"Oh God, I'm in love with my bloody best friend," Ron said, pulling at his hair as he sat up. Harry laughed at Ron.

"Thanks Ron, but you're not the Weasley I'm attracted to."

" You know I meant Her- Wait wait, what did you just say?" Ron said, looking at Harry just as eagerly as Charlie was.

"I said- well, I was just-"

But Harry was at a loss for words.