The next morning when Hermione woke up from her slumber, she remembered the look on Harry's face when she had said she liked someone. He had looked shocked, surprised, and almost sad. Hermione wondered what that look could have meant. She was pretty sure the thing Harry needed to talk about was a girl, but Hermione had no idea who the girl could be. And why, she wondered, would Harry liking some girl bother Ron?

She quickly got dressed and headed down to the common room, pushing all of her thoughts aside. Harry was there, smiling up at her, obviously waiting for her. She looked around and noticed that Ron was not in the common room. Harry saw her looking around and explained that Ron had gone down to the Great Hall already, being very hungry as usual. Hermione and Harry laughed at this, then made their way through Hogwarts to the Great Hall. Harry and Hermione took seats next to each other, across from Ron.

In classes that day, both Harry and Hermione found it hard to concentrate. In Potions class, Harry was working hard so that he would not have another year of Snape sneering at his miserable attempts at making potions. Hermione had already finished her potion, of course, and was watching Harry. 'He looks so adorable when he is working hard,' she thought. At one point in class, Harry looked up, saw Hermione watching him, and smiled at her.

On the way to Charms class, Harry was wondering why Hermione had been watching him during Potions. He concluded that it was because she wanted to make sure he actually did the thing right. He wondered whom she liked. He was surprised that she had not already told him, to be honest. 'Then again,' he thought, 'I have not told her that I like her yet.' Harry was so engrossed in his thoughts that he ran into Professor Flitwick, knocking over the small wizard.

Harry apologized profusely, then took his usual seat in between Hermione and Ron. They were learning a charm that would make someone sing their favorite song at the top of their lungs. It had no practical use, but Flitwick thought it would be a fun thing to do. Harry and Hermione were paired together; Ron had to work with Neville. Hermione, naturally, mastered the spell almost as soon as she learned how to say it. Soon the room was filled with Harry singing, "Can't Fight the Moonlight" by LeAnn Rimes. The girls giggled.

After Harry managed to master the spell, Hermione sang, "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer at the top of her lungs. Much to the class's surprise, Neville and Ron mastered the spell in a fairly short amount of time. Ron began to sing "Barbie Girl" by Aquarius. The whole class erupted into wild laughter. Hermione grabbed onto Harry's shoulder to support her from laughing so hard, and Harry put his arm around Hermione's waist to keep him from falling to the floor.

Though Ron's song had ended, Harry and Hermione continued holding on to each other until Parvarti Patil pointed out that they were still holding on to each other. They quickly let go of each other and looked down, blushing. Since then, Ron cast glances at Harry and Hermione throughout the class, as if daring them to touch each other again. Ron put the charm on Neville, who began to sing, "Say You'll Be There" by the Spice Girls. The laughter immediately erupted again and once more Hermione leaned on Harry for support.

By the end of the class, almost all of the students were laughing. They made their way down to the Great Hall for lunch. Harry was busy thinking about Hermione and had not heard Ron talking until Ron punched him in the arm. Harry looked over at him and Ron said he needed to talk to Harry after lunch. Harry nodded and returned to his lunch. He looked up at Hermione, who was across from him, and she gave him a curious look. She obviously had no idea what Ron wanted to talk about.

Ron had already left the Great Hall by the time Harry finished his lunch. Harry hugged Hermione then hurried out of the Great Hall. Ron was waiting for him just outside the doors. "Hey, Harry," he said.

"Hey," Harry replied.

"Harry, mate, I was um, I was, um, I was wondering, uh, do you like Hermione? Or uh does she like you? I noticed you two leaning on each other during Charms." Ron said.

Harry had decided that he did not want to tell Ron about his feelings for Hermione yet. "Ron," Harry began, crossing his arms, "we were laughing hysterically. We needed support to keep us from falling to the ground. So, naturally, we leaned on the closest thing, which happened to be each other. Besides, Hermione is my best friend besides you, I do not think it is a crime for me to touch her." Harry said the last sentence with a slight laugh.

Ron nodded, then smiled. Obviously, Harry had done a good job convincing him that he had no feelings for Hermione. Which was a complete lie, of course, but Harry did not want to think about what Ron would do if he ever found out Harry liked Hermione. Hermione then joined them and together they walked to Transfiguration. The class was fairly boring, and Harry and Hermione spent the class writing little notes to each other.

That evening in the Gryffindor common room, Harry took out the parchment with Hermione's notes on it. She had said some things like, "You smell nice, what cologne do you wear?", "You have pretty eyes, I like the color green," and Harry's personal favorite, "I used to hate your hair being all untidy, but now it looks cute." Harry was reading over this parchment when Hermione came and sat down next to him. She looked at the parchment in his hand and they both blushed.

Ron came and joined them. Harry quickly stuffed the parchment into his pocket as Ron sat down. They worked on homework quietly, only asking Hermione questions occasionally. After finishing their homework, they noticed they were the only people left in the common room. Ron yawned. Harry looked up at Ron and asked, "Would you mind going to bed? I uh, I need to talk to Hermione, about what was bothering me on the train ride." Ron nodded and walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. Harry turned to Hermione.

"Hermione," Harry said. "There is something very important that I have to tell you."