"'Mione?.'Mione?." Ron trailed off.

Hermione didn't answer.

"Look," Ron tried again to make conversation, "What I said earlier about Viktor was wrong. I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"Ronald Weasley, you know perfectly well that I am sick and tired of hearing you call Viktor Krum Vicky."

"Got you talking," Ron said, chuckling, but stopped when he saw the angry look on Hermione's face. Harry Potter just sat there, acting like he was interested, but really was eyeing Ginny Weasley, Ron's younger sister. He heard too many arguments between his two best friends to really care.

"Besides, what has he ever done to you to make you tease him about his name?"

Stole my girl, the git, Ron thought angrily. He didn't let his thought drift in the conversation.

"Forget it," he said angrily and stomped off to the Sixth Year Boys' Dormitories.

"Hermione?" Harry said tentatively.

"What?" she exclaimed, turning on him.

"You know how you acted when was practically drooling because of Fleur Delacour?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, let's pretend that Ron is you, and Viktor is Fleur."

"Quit being a prat, Harry," Hermione said, though Harry could tell she was slightly smiling.

Ron Weasley likes me, she thought to herself, as she headed up to the Sixth Year Girls' Dormitories on the other end of the Gryffindor Common Room. She went to bed slightly smiling.