*A/N: Aw how cute...Ron and Hannah...anyway, I'm sorry, I'm still crooning over the potential love life I've created...so well enjoy chapter. ( Remember email me if you want to talk!

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"Ahhh!" Hannah screamed. She had realized that it was all a dream, and it would all be okay.

She turned on the light. "Turn it off, I'm tired!" Lavender Brown said sleepily. Hannah did so but she was still scared.

"Mione! Mione! Wake up!" she said. She was in tears now. "What?" Hermione said. "It's 2:00, what do you want?"

"Voldemort...he's back..." this woke Hermione up. They headed straight to the Gryffindor Common Room where they could talk in private.

"So...what exactly did you dream about?" Hermione asked. It was dark, even with the candles Hermione had lit, but Hannah didn't care.

"Well, I don't exactly know. I just saw him...he was back, and...that was it. I just kind of knew it."

Hermione scowled. This didn't help any. "I wonder if Harry had the same dream. Oh, well. Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"I can't sleep. No possible way." Hannah told her. Hermione looked at Hannah sadly.

"So, what exactly did you dream about?" a voice said. "Ron!" Hannah whispered, sitting up. Hermione looked at her with an I-told-you-so look.

Hannah was right - it was Ron, followed by Harry. They didn't see the two girls, though.

"I don't know. I just...saw him. He was back, and that was it. That's all I remember. I just kind of knew he was back. There was more to the dream but I can't remember anymore."

Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked at Hannah, who was intently watching for Ron. When the boys entered the room, Hannah could almost swear she heard the swishing of a cloak.

"Ron!" she said. Hannah was now officially scared. She started shivering and crying, and she didn't know what to do. When she saw him, she ran to him and he held her in his arms, stroking her hair, comforting her, repeating, "It's okay, it's okay."

Harry took a seat next to Hermione and let Ron comfort Hannah. "What's the matter with her?" Harry asked.

"She had a dream, and it really scared her. She thinks Voldemort's back. She says she doesn't remember it but she saw him, and she knew he was back, and more powerful this time."

"I had the same dream," Harry told her. "Kinda weird, isn't it?"

For ten minutes Ron and Hannah stood like this, in this position, not caring what others were thinking - if there were anyone watching them.

When Hannah stopped crying, Ron sat down next to her on the couch and put his arm around her. They leaned back into the fluffy red couch lined with gold.

"Hey Ron, Hannah and Harry had the same dream," Hermione told Ron. He looked at them both. "Wicked." He said.

"Yeah, I know. It's kinda creepy." Hermione said. "Almost like...they'd have to have survived that encounter fourteen years ago together."

"Sure, yeah Hermione. That makes a lot of sense." Harry said.

"Do you want to go back to the dormitories?" Hermione asked Hannah a second time. Hannah shook her head. "No, I'm afraid to...what if he's there...I just want to stay here because I know I'm safe with you guys."

They nodded. They sat there, in silence, contemplating the dreams and the creepiness of it all.

Soon enough, they had all fallen asleep. Harry had taken the couch across from Ron and Hannah and Hermione had taken the original one.

Ron and Hannah, however, hadn't moved. Hannah's head had fallen on Ron's shoulder, but he hadn't realized it. He smelt the familiar scent of her hair...and woke up suddenly. He saw her on his shoulder and smiled to himself, then closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall back to sleep.

"Misters Weasley and Potter! Misses Taylor and Granger! Up immediately!" a stern voice said, jerking all of them out of sleep.

Ron and Harry were the first to wake, then Hermione and lastly Hannah. "Oh, my God." Hannah said when she saw Professor McGonagall's face staring right at them.

"Come with me," she said. Ron and Hannah looked at each other. They both remembered the previous night, but Hannah hadn't known that she and Ron had been sharing a blanket...and that she had been sleeping on his shoulder.

All four got up and followed Professor McGonagall. "Professor, um, if you don't mind, could you tell us where we're going, exactly?" Hannah asked.

"Dumbledore's office," Ron informed her. Hannah looked shocked, but Ron squeezed her hand. She looked down and smiled at him. He held her hand the entire way there.

"Professor, sir, I found these four students sleeping in the common room. Together." She leaned in and whispered the sleeping arrangements to him, obviously not wanting the kids to hear.

McGonagall took a position at the back of the room and Dumbledore motioned for them to each take a seat.

Dumbledore covered his face with his hands and then removed his face. "Jelly bean?" he offered each of them.

Hannah raised an eyebrow, surprised. She had known from previous experiences, when someone of seniority and importance offers you a jellybean, what follows it is never very good.

"So Professor McGonagall tells me that you four were not in your dormitories and were, instead, sleeping in the common room. Is this true?"

"Yes," they all muttered.

"Can anyone tell me why you were doing this?" Everyone looked at each other at that. Should they tell him? Hannah spoke first.

"Sir, both Harry and I had a dream that...that Voldemort was back. And that he had more power than usual. Well, it's really my fault. I didn't want to go back to the dormitories and so I told them to stay because...because I felt safe there. But you know, I mean, you can't punish us. Nowhere in the rulebook does it say we can't sleep in the common room."

"Miss Taylor, you and Mr. Weasley are probably in the most trouble of all four of you so it would do to keep quiet. Now, listen to me. Under no circumstances are you going to sleep in the common room in the future unless you have permission and are supervised. Do you understand me? As punishment you four will both receive detention. I'll let you know what it is later. Miss Granger and Mr. Potter may go now. Professor, will you please escort these children to their dormitories, please."

Hermione and Harry left with McGonagall, but Hannah and Ron were very scared.

"I don't see why we're in trouble. I mean, what do you..." Hannah's voice trailed off as she realized it. She gasped. "Oh, my God."

"Miss Taylor, I'm not accusing you."

"Oh, my God."

"Miss Taylor, will you listen to me?"

"Oh, my God."

"MISS TAYLOR!"

"Yes?"

"I'm not accusing you of doing anything. I just want your word that you two are okay."

Ron and Hannah looked at each other. Hannah was pretty positive they were, unless she had been sleeping very deeply.

Ron was sure, too. But he felt guilty. While they had been sleeping, he had held her waist close to him and let her sleep on his shoulder. He had even kissed her. But none of those things were what Dumbledore was asking.

"Yeah, we're okay," Ron said.

"You two make a really cute couple," Dumbledore said, which surprised both Ron and Hannah that they didn't speak for a minute.

"I DON'T LIKE HIM!" Hannah screamed at the same time as Ron screamed "I DON'T LIKE HER!"

"Umm...Professor Dumbledore, sir? Can we just keep this little incident to ourselves? I mean...no one knows?"

"Of course, Miss Taylor. Totally hush-hush. No one need know at all. You may go now. I'll give you your detention slips later." Dumbledore excused them and they left.

"Ron, when...what happened last night...did it mean anything?" she asked him when they were close to their dormitories.

"No, of course not! I was just helping you out. You know, helping out a friend. That's all. Well, see you later," he lied as he entered his dormitory.

She sighed. She had wanted it to mean something; she had hoped it meant something. But he was right - it hadn't. They were just friends and that was all they would ever be.

Then, was it just her imagination, or did he kiss her when she was asleep? She remembered something like it, but...she had a hard time last night and was probably just making herself believe it. He wasn't interested in her. He had never been and never would be.

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Their first class was transfiguration, and Ron and Hannah were seated next to each other. As soon as they walked into the room, everyone clapped except Hermione and Harry.

"What...I don't get it!" Hannah whispered as she took her normal seat at Hermione and Harry's table. Ron sat down next to her.

"Why is everyone clapping?" Hannah asked. "They think you two, you know." Hermione told her.

"What? Why would they...I thought Dumbledore said that no one was going to know!"

"Of course he did. That's why, naturally, the whole school knows. Even Malfoy knows. He's going to hang this over your head for the rest of your life." Harry told her.

"Great. The last thing I need is for Malfoy to have something on me." Malfoy was snickering at her, as well as the rest of the Slytherins.

"Calm down, can we have a peaceful class?" McGonagall asked. "No, but Ron and Hannah sure had a peaceful night." Malfoy said.

"Draco Malfoy, if you can't keep your comments to yourself then I'll be forced to give you detention along with the rest of the detainees." McGonagall told him.

"Yeah, and you don't want that to happen, seeming as what we all know about yo mama," Hannah said. A silence fell over the classroom - but it was more of a confused silence.

"Miss Taylor, you are in enough trouble as it is, you do not need double detention!" McGonagall warned her.

Malfoy was staring at Hannah - but not meanly. Sort of like a lovesick stare that made Hannah scared. The last the she needed was to be someone's love interest.

Malfoy was doing this all through transfiguration, and finally the bell rang. Hannah ran off in Malfoy's opposite direction, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione struggling to keep up.

"Ooh, Ron, you have competition, Malfoy's now in love with Hannah, too," Harry said.

Hermione giggled, and then dodged a hit from Ron. "I don't like her like that," Ron said, but everyone knew it wasn't true - except for, maybe Hannah.

"What did you say to Malfoy?" Hermione asked. "What, that thing about yo mama? Well, in America, it's a huge diss... erm, insult..." she said, forgetting that most of the English people here wouldn't know what 'yo mama' meant.

"Malfoy and McGonagall knew what it meant, though," Harry said. "I know, I'm so proud of myself. Malfoy got TOLD!"

Hannah looked at Ron, but then remembered what he had said. "I have to be in another place entirely," she said and walked off.

"What was that about?" Ron asked. "I don't know, you tell me," Hermione said. "Did you say anything to her?"

"No, except she asked me if what happened last night meant anything and I told her no, I was just helping out a friend and - why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Because obviously she was hoping it meant something! She was hoping that maybe you liked her!"

"She doesn't like me, you guys are mad," Ron told them. Hermione shook her head. "You are so oblivious to the fact that maybe she likes you a little more than a friend. Why don't you get that?"

"Prove it," Ron said.

"Must I, let's see. First, she always smiles at you. Everyday when she first sees you, she looks into your eyes and smiles at you. Ever notice that? And I'll do you one better. Did you ever wonder why she did that singing thing? Harry forced her into it, yeah, but she did it. She didn't just make up something; I think we all know how good she is at improvisation. Maybe she did it because she thought you'd like her. Oh, and the ultimate thing. She's always doing better than anyone in class, and she's always like so smart and at the top of it and everything. She memorized all she can about Quidditch and she is at every single one of Harry's games. She uses her binoculars to look for you! She got on the Internet and looked up everything on Chudley Cannons on something called Google. She thinks that if she has a lot in common with you and if she stands out, then you'll notice her!" Hermione said.

"I do notice her!" Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes. "You try. I can't get through to him!" Hermione said. It was Harry's turn now.

"If you want more proof, I'll give you more. She doesn't follow the dress code because it makes her stand out. She refuses to stop talking American because it makes her stand out. She and Hermione are the only one who ever answer questions because it makes her stand out. She asks you questions about yourself all the time because she wants you to notice her and to like her! And don't try to deny that you don't like her anymore. Do you think I got any sleep last night? I saw you and how you were acting towards her. It was so cute."

Ron knew he couldn't stall anymore. He had to just tell them. "All right, I admit it!" he said. "I do like her! A lot!"

"Then tell her," Hermione said.