Disclaimer: Harry Potter's universe was mine the next book would be called Ron and Hermione and the Utterly Romantic Moment and Something about a Phoenix. As it is call Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix you can tell it is not mine. Sigh. Oh well only thirteen days left 'til it comes out.

Author's Note: Sorry for taking so long to update. I was waiting for more people to review. I only got three. I'll try to be more regular in my updates. Of course if I got more reviews I might be faster (hint hint). I'm putting this as a Ron and Hermione story now. It does work as one although there are other romances. Thanks to all my reviewers. Loggie: You don't have to criticise. It's enough for you to say you like it. Angelface: I feel so happy that my chapter made you do the happy dance. I hope you're not too weak after such a long wait. Lady of the Dark: I'm glad you like my crystal ball reading so much. I don't explain it in this chapter but it will come up soon.

By the way if any of you would like to read a Seamus/Lavender story, tell me. I asked last time but no one said anything. I have one ready but I won't put it up if no one wants to read it!

Alrighty, on with the story.

Chapter Eight- Charms

No one asked Evelyn about Divination, which she really appreciated, because she didn't want to talk about it. Ron and Harry told Hermione about it but she agreed not to say anything when she saw how skittish Evelyn was at dinner. Fortunately, she was calmed by Fred, George and Lee. Their incessant joking, brought on by largely by Fred's obvious concern, made her feel comfortable. Fred was careful not to let her see he was worried about her but everyone else could tell.

Everything went quietly until the Quidditch try outs. Evelyn, Dean and some third year named Neil tried for the position of Keeper. Ron, a sixth year named Catherine and a second year Meagan tried for the open Chaser spot. Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall gave Evelyn and Ron the spots, much to the pleasure of Harry and Hermione. The first Quidditch game was in the third week of school and Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. The Gryffindor team played marvelously. Fred and George didn't miss a Bludger, Angelina and Alicia were even better than they had been the previous years, Harry caught the Snitch in ten minutes and Evelyn didn't let in one goal. The real star of the game, though, had been Ron. No one had expected him to be so good. Even Catherine and Meagan, who had both really wanted to be Chaser, understood why McGonagall and Hooch had chosen him. The final score had been 260 to 0 for Gryffindor. Subtracting the 150 points for the Snitch the Gryffindor chasers had made 110 points. Ron had scored nine goals giving him 90 points. Angelina and Alicia had scored one each and though they hadn't scored the others Ron maintained he would never have score if it hadn't been them. He didn't gloat or anything, which surprised Harry and Hermione. He just walked around with a gigantic smile on his face for a few days afterwards. To put the icing on the cake, so to speak, he overheard Madam Hooch tell Dumbledore that "That youngest Weasley boy is a better player than his brother Charlie." Ron had thrilled over that in secret and had dreamt of winning the Quidditch Cup that night.

For a while after the game, nothing interesting happened. They went to class, they ate, Snape took away points and the Slytherins were evil. Of course that year the Slytherins weren't such a problem for the Gryffindors. The change was due largely in part to the fact that Malfoy fancied Evelyn. It was obvious he did because in the second week of school he came to Potions with his hair cut short and the front spiked up, with very limited gel in it. Just like Evelyn said he should. He even managed to refrain from calling Hermione a Mudblood more than twice a day. He was evidently trying to be nice. Harry found it a bit eerie. Ron, on the other hand, found it hilarious, and laughed very hard whenever Malfoy left hearing range after trying to be nice.

About a week into October, after a particularly unsettlingly Potions class (Malfoy had tried to be nice and Snape had only taken five points), the four Gryffindors walked to Charms. They were walking along the second floor corridor when a blond streak came whizzing out of an adjoining hall towards Ron. When it stopped, they could see it was Lavender Brown who was now attached to Ron's arm and from what Evelyn could see the girl wasn't planning on letting go.

"Hi there, Ron!" Lavender cried happily.

"Erhi Lav," Ron said. He looked very uncomfortable with the whole situation. He wasn't quite used to having girls cling to him.

Lavender giggled. "Ready for Charms?" she asked, batting her eyelashes in am attempt to appear innocent.

Ron gave a weak laugh, "When have I ever been ready for any class?"

Lavender giggled again. She lightly slapped him on the arm, "Oh Ron, you're so funny!"

As they kept walking down the halls, Harry wondered what was wrong with his glasses. He couldn't really be seeing this. Lavender wasn'tflirting with Ron, was she?

Though poor Harry wanted to blame his bad eyesight, he knew it was true. Lavender Brown, blond bombshell of Gryffindor, was flirting with Ron Weasley, previously known as The-Boy-Who-Was-Best-Friends-With-The-Boy-Who-Lived. Only now he seemed to be the new it-guy, the best looking thing since Gilderoy Lockhart, the most sought after guy at Hogwarts. Or at least Harry assumed he must be. Lavender only paid attention to the boys who were all three of those things. Never Harry, of course. Boys who tended to take sullen spells, have frequent encounters with Dark Lords and have freakish prediction dreams, didn't go in the Most-Sought-After-Guy-At-Hogwarts category. They belonged in a league of their own and so far Harry found he was the only one in it.

Unfortunately, Harry was not the only one to notice Lavender's attentions. Evelyn and Hermione witnessed and took note of it all. Actually, everybody noticed it but Ron. He just continued to look slightly uncomfortable with their close proximity and he tried, as best he could, to have a normal conversation. Of course, normal conversations don't usually contain as much giggling, or 'Oh Ron's , or 'you are so funny's, as Ron's conversation with Lavender seemed to have. And usually, normal conversations require the second person to actually say something pertaining to the topic. Something Lavender never did. Even Ron had a sneaking suspicion that normal conversations didn't involve as much touching, mock hitting and all around physical contact as Lavender was making such a point to include.

This continued all the way to Charms. Lavender clinging to Ron's arm with Harry, Evelyn and Hermione slightly behind. Professor Flitwick taught a very interesting lesson about Embedding Charms, the most famous one being Merlin's excellent embeddment of a sword into a stone. Of course they started with embedding pins into small blocks of wood. When Flitwick gave them time to practice amongst themselves, Lavender came back to Ron, with her flirting on full throttle.

"Ron," she said in a singsong voice. "I can't seem to get this little prick into the wood. Do you think you could help me?" She batted her eyelashes and looked through them at Ron. Harry thought either his ears weren't working or Lavender wasn't exactly talking about Embedding Charms.

"ErI'm not very good at it either, Lav. Why don't you ask Hermione to help you?" he said.

Harry prayed that Lavender's innuendo was just his imagination.

"Oh, but Ron. I don't want Hermione's help," she said and then whispered, " I want yours. I don't think Hermione would be very good at this sort of problem."

Evelyn and Harry exchanged disbelieving looks that said she-didn't-just-say-what-I-think-she-said-did-she. Incidentally, Hermione's pin shot right through her block of wood and speared her book bag.

Ron nonchalantly waved his wand. "Actually she's very good at Charms," he said.

Evelyn shook her head. How thick can he get? she thought.

Lavender continued on this vein all class. Casually making innuendoes with Ron being absolutely oblivious to it all.

By the end of class, Evelyn thought Lavender, who was becoming her friend, was acting a bit slutty. Of course, Evelyn chalked it up to too big a dose of Ron's charm. Harry was just about to embed his pin into his own eyes and Hermione was looking stonily at her block of wood, embedding pin after pin.

At the end of class Professor Flitwick said, "See here class. Miss Granger has successfully embedded seventy-nine pins into her piece of wood. There is one hole straight through but that is quite alright. You could all take her wonderful behaviour as an example for yourselves." He looked at Lavender from his pile of books. "I notice you didn't get any pins embedded, Miss Brown."

"No Professor, but I was getting help," she said brightly.

"Yes, from Mister Weasley, who got four and a half pins embedded. Tell me Mister Weasley. Was the half pin your first or your last?"

"My first, sir. I couldn't get it right the first time."

"Well, good improvement. Miss Brown you, however, would have been better served going to Miss Granger or Miss Malone for help. Miss Malone got fifty pins embedded. You should all try to be as dedicated to learning and your studies as Miss Granger and Miss Malone are. Now you may all pack up your things. Class is dismissed."

They gathered their belongings and luckily for the foursome Parvati dragged Lavender off before she could latch herself to Ron again. Evelyn, Ron, Harry and Hermione walked out of the classroom together.

"I've got some stuff to do in the library, guys. I'll see you at dinner," Evelyn said.

"Sure thing," Harry said as he and Ron turned around to answer Dean, who had just called them.

"See you, Hermione," Evelyn said quietly to the only one listening before walking by Seamus and heading for the library.

Author's Note 2: Okay, that was fun, wasn't it? Now review and tell me what you think.