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Chapter 2

Ron Weasley lay awake in his four poster bed later that night, staring into space. Countless thoughts were running through his head, he had no clue what had possessed him to do what he had done, but he was glad that he had. He had done what he'd been dreaming about doing for three years, he'd finally kissed Hermione. His stomach did a series of impressive acrobatics, and he felt his ears redden at the very thought. He silently wondered how he could have been so bold earlier, and be blushing to himself afterward.

'Ron, you are making even less sense than usual' scolded an exasperated, female voice in his head.

'Oh great, now she's in your head' said another voice, this one much like Seamus's.

Ron shook his head vigorously. Lack of sleep, yes, that had to be it, why else would they be in there?

' Sounds like you're turning into Potty, Weasel.' Said yet another voice, a sneering one this time, one that definitely belonged nowhere near his head.

Ron seriously considered sticking his head in boiling water to rid himself of this last personality that seemed to be forming. After several minutes of visualizing this, he decided that it might not be the best idea he'd ever had. Instead, he got out of bed, and walked out of the dormitory. Not having any specific destination, he just plopped carelessly into an armchair in front of the dying fire. He spent less than a minute gazing into the small, flickering flames. Getting up again, he wandered around the empty common room. His eyes came to rest on a table in one corner of the room. This was the table that Ron, Harry, and Hermione usually sat doing homework at.

'Hermione' she entered back into his mind like a soft mist. He smiled at himself. He ran his hand lightly over the spot where she usually sat, nagging at him about how disorganized his thoughts were, and how much easier his life would be if he'd only do his homework when he got it.
"Maybe sometime I will", he chortled.
"'Will' what?" asked a far off voice.
" Do homework on time" he replied vaguely.
"That'll happen when I Apparate home for Christmas" laughed the voice. "Can't Apparate on school grounds" he heard himself say automatically as he realized that this other voice wasn't in his head. He lurched forward as something hit him hard from behind. A pair of arms was being swung around his shoulders.
" You remembered, oh Ron!" he now recognized the voice, it was one as familiar as his own. Hermione released him. He turned around and looked down into her dark brown eyes as he had only hours ago outside Professor Vector's room. She was grinning broadly, as she had been trying to drill this fact into his head for six years now. They both burst into controlled laughter, as not to wake anyone else.
"So what are you doing up?" she asked casually.
"Thinking." He answered secretively.
"About what?" she asked, a little more softly.
" You, mostly." Ron said simply. * * * Well? How was it, besides short? I want to thank my wonderful reviewers. Ellen0 the diva Angelxd14 Crazy4RonW Lis