That night at dinner, Hermione's nose was still stuck in a book. Of course she ate, but lately she had been really shy around Harry and Ron. What this was all about, no one really knew.

Harry was writing Draco back when the next thing he knew, pumpkin juice spilled all over his parchment. "Oops..." Ron said, with a mouthful of food. Hermione noticed at once, and said a spell that cleaned up the juice. However, it didn't clean the parchment. So Harry started another one.

"You know what Harry?" Ron said, talking with his mouth full.

"What? It's rude to talk with your mouth full?" Harry said kiddingly.

"Ha ha, no. I reckon Draco might just be trying to get a kick out of you. Maybe he found a new Rita Skeeter, and he's just waiting to spill your guts on the front page of the Daily Prophet."

Harry stopped writing for a second, "He... he wouldn't, would he? I mean, surely... he can be a bit of a niggard at times... I hope he wouldn't stoop down that low! That dirty little rascal..."

"Don't get any ideas though... maybe by some odd chance this is the real Draco Malfoy," Ron let out a snigger. "No, but truthfully, if you want to trust him, it's your call."

"Yeah... I know. I think I'll go with my instincts though. If nothing comes out of it, I can say I at least tried, right? And I could always hide in my invisibility cloak and no one would know... but anyways!" Harry said while the food was no longer available.

"Aww man!" Ron said when he noticed the food had gone. "Harry what's first class in the morning? So I can be prepared unlike I have been lately..."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Ron, we've been in school for like, three days now, and you still don't have our schedule memorized?" Ron shook his head. "Alright, well... let's see, we'll review then! Hmm... Herbology is first, then Charms followed by Transfiguration... oh here read it yourself," Harry handed the schedule to Ron. The rest of their schedule read:

Potions

Lunch

Care of Magical Creatures

Defense against the Dark Arts

Divination

"Thanks Harry! Say... you think I could keep this?" Ron blushed.

"Sure. Hey Hermione, what's up with you? You've been really quiet lately," Harry mentioned to the bookworm.

She looked up, "What? Oh... I'm just catching up on some work... and... reading..."

"What's that you have written all over your notebook?" Harry noticed the scribbles on Hermione's notebook. "I love Ron!?"

"What!" Ron and Hermione said at the same time.

Harry laughed, "Oh... I see. I love... Chris? And who may he be?"

Hermione's cheeks went bright red, "He... uhh... I like him..."

"Keep going..." Ron urged.

"He's a Hufflepuff student! He's in our Herbology class!" she spilled. "Now, it's late, the food is gone, and most of the people are too. I suggest you two scurry into bed, if you catch my gist.

Ron and Harry burst out into laughter, "Right, Hermione!" Harry said, still laughing. Ron stopped abuptly though. "Well, I guess we will so you can see loverboy! Bye, sweetie!" he blew her a kiss.

With Hermione in a rage, Ron and Harry quickly left before she could hurt them.

Up in their dormitary, Ron and Harry were putting on their pyjamas. A lot of the kids were already up there, playing a game of wizard chess or something. Harry wrote a note to Sirius before he came up telling him that Hogsmeade was next weekend.

"Ron... what's up? You like... confused about something," Harry commented.

Ron took a deep breath, "Harry... you know how you can trust me, right?" Harry nodded, "Ok. Well, I'm going to trust you... because..."

"Because..."

"Harry, I think I might like you...