The next morning, Harry awoke. Ron was already gone. Harry climbed out of bed, got dressed, and walked down to the common room. He stopped short as Ron came into sight.

Ron was sitting on the couch, arm around a highly familiar-looking brown haired girl. Deirdre! Harry felt his face turn red, and his hands curl into fists. He watched as Ron said something to her, and she kissed him. How could she do this to him? He was furious. He forced his hands to unclench, and started across the common room.

Ron spotted him and called to him.

"Harry, Harry!" Harry turned his head and measured them with a cold gaze before climbing out the portrait hole.

Hermione looked up at Ron. "What's wrong with Harry?"

Ron shook his head and disentangled himself from Hermione. He took her hand, pulled her off the couch, and walked with her to the portrait hole.

The portrait hole opened and they walked out, looking for Harry. They just saw the top of his hair as he was going down the stairwell.

"Follow me," Ron said, already moving and pulling Hermione close behind him.

They followed Harry all the way to the Entrance Hall. Ron and Hermione sprinted towards Harry, who was already two-thirds of the way across the hall.

"Harry wait!" Ron called.

"I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone right now. I'm too angry and frustrated to keep my actions back," Harry said and then walked out the doors.

"That went well," Ron said.

"I really don't understand why he's upset," Hermione said.

**Lit candle appears over Ron's head**

'Wait! I think I know why Harry's upset." Ron said. Some of he hot melted wax landed on his hair. "Ow. I hate these candles that appear when we suddenly get 'ideas.'" He rubbed his hair to get the wax out.

"Let me help you," Hermione said. They managed to get all of the wax out. She also put out the candle. "Now, why do you think Harry's upset?"

"He probably thought you were Deirdre," He said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Don't tell me that you haven't noticed," he said, sounding stunned.

"Noticed what?" she was becoming annoyed.

"You two look identical," he explained.

"Yeah, so? Everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. Mine just happened to come here from Australia. That's all," she said.

"I've just got to find some way to tell him that it wasn't Deirdre that I was with just now," he sighed. Then the bell rang.

"We'll have to tell him later, breakfast is about to start, she said. They walked together into the Great Hall for breakfast.

Ron tried to get Harry's attention when he sat down, but it was no use. Harry deliberately ignored him, talking to Dean like Ron didn't exist. Ron gave up, and looked around the table.

"Hermione, where's Deirdre?" she looked around the table and swallowed the bacon in her mouth.

"I think she's sick. She wasn't feeling well when she came to bed last night." Hermione shoved some eggs in her mouth. Ron looked even more distraught.

"Now Harry will get even angrier! Now he'll DEFINATELY think you're Deirdre!" Ron buried his face in his hands, and Hermione continued to eat.

When Hermione was done eating, she looked at Ron. In spite of the problem they faced, she laughed.

"Ron?" she choked back a giggle, and he looked at her. She pointed at his elbow, shich was firmly planted in his breakfast. She started laughing again as he pulled his arm out of the scrambled eggs.

He shook his head at her while brushing eggs off of his elbow. This just made her laugh harder. Hermione saw Harry get up to leave, and poked Ron. They followed him out of the Great Hall, Hermione still laughing her head off.

When they reached the Entrance Hall, Ron shushed her.

"Harry will hear you!" He put a finger against her lips, but it was too late.

"Ron!" Ron looked toward the large flight of stairs. "How dare you follow me?"

Harry's face was full of anger, and Ron found no words to reply.

"Harry, please let me explain," Hermione said.

"First you steal MY girlfriend and then you are stalking me everywhere I go. Are you trying to be me?" Harry said hotly. Ron just stared at the floor.

"Harry, I'm not Deirdre," Hermione said.

"What?" Harry said, gawking at her.

"I said, 'I'm not Deirdre.' I'm Hermione," she said.

"Well, I feel really stupid just about now," Harry said.

"Common mistake. Ron brought it to my attention that you probably thought that I was Deirdre," she said.

"Where has she been? She wasn't at breakfast," Harry asked.

"She wasn't feeling well, so I went with her to the Hospital Wing. She's staying there for the day," she said.

"I'll visit her during break. Sorry again for the trouble," Harry said, blushing.

"It's alright, mate. You didn't know that Hermione hooked up, but now you do," Ron said, his face going redder than his hair. Then the bell rang.

"Time for class. We don't want to be late," Hermione said. They then ran up the stairwell for Divination.