Author's Note: There isn't one. But enjoy it anyway! -Kaitlin


The next morning, Ron woke early, stumbling in the dark for his Hogwarts robes. After a brief struggle with his tie, he quietly left the dormitory. He walked through the empty common room and stumbled through the portrait hole.

"Stupid feet!" he mumbled, massaging his stubbed toe.

The Great Hall was empty, as it was only six in the morning. There were only two people eating breakfast: Neville Longbottom and….

"Hermione!"


A startled Hermione looked up in alarm, her cheeks flaming red and her bushy hair sticking out at odd angles. She's so cute when her hair's a mess, Ron thought fondly.

"Hi, Ron." Hermione continued to eat her porridge. Ron couldn't help but notice the large book propped against her milk jug. Sleeping Patterns of British Muggles.

"Catching up on your bedtime reading?" he asked with a smirk as he took a seat next to her. "Hey, pass me the butter, will you, Neville?"

Neville nodded, his pudgy hands grabbing the butter tray. In an instant, the butter landed face-down on Ron's lap.

"Bloody Hell!" Ron cried as the butter soaked through his robes. "Neville, I look like I pissed my pants!"

Hermione laughed heartily, her apparent shyness gone as she slammed the book shut. With a last sip of milk, she gathered her things and started for the door.

"Wait!" Ron called, as the butter seeped down his leg. "Hermione, wait up! I want to talk to you!"

Nothing expected Ron for what happened next.

"WHAT IS IT?" Hermione yelled, her voice echoing loudly. Ron was surprised to see tears gleaming in her eyes.

"Hermione, what's the matter?" he asked, his tone hinting curiousity and concern.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she began, the Great Hall doors opened and a swarm of students headed to their House tables, eager for breakfast.