A/N: My first attempt at a R/Hr... hope you think it's good though. Help me improve, R&R. :) Also, thank you to those who reviewed the last chapter! I love you! You made my day, you really did! gushes Oh and I apologize for the typo in the title... ;

Summary: Jealous is the feeling Hermione is going for. Well, to make Ron jealous anyway. It would've been a smart idea, if Ron hadn't decided to do the same thing.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters; they all belong to J.K. Rowling. This was also made only for fun and is purely fictional.

Chapter 2

Ever since her little rendezvous with Harry, Hermione had felt better. She couldn't bring herself to be upset after the brilliant plan that she had just come up with, if she did say so herself. 'And I do say so.' She thought happily. 'Stroke of brilliance, really.' She continued.

"Not a girl my arse." She said out loud, scowling. "Have to look pretty, he says. Read magazines, he says." She was mimicking him in a low voice and jumped sky high when someone tapped her shoulder. She slipped but luckily that person caught her.

"Whoa. Hold on, Hermione." A familiar voice said with a chuckle. She looked up and saw that goofy grin that she could've stunned off his face just an hour before.

"Hi. Ron." She said shortly, trying to calm her breathing as he had taken her by surprise and given her a rather big fright. She turned on her heel ready to hurry away when he caught her arm.

"Stay a minute. I came to apologize." He said as her made her turn around. She looked at him expectantly and he stared down at his shoes, hands in his pocket. "I didn't mean what I said at dinner. I only meant that I didn't expect you to be like Lavender and Parvati, as you don't usually talk about clothes and boys... but I guess that's really partly mine and Harry's doing, as you cant talk about boys around, well, boys." He shrugged and looked up at her. Hermione stared at him. He looked so uncomfortable apologizing to her, and he really did look sorry.

"Alright." She said rolling her eyes. A grin swept his face.

"Friends, yeah?" He said, looking rather pleased with himself. Hermione rolled her eyes again and smiled fleetingly. She turned around and started walking in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower, Ron walking quickly so he could catch up.

Ron and Hermione entered the common room chatting animatedly about what happened to a Ravenclaw girl after they left dinner. Apparently Trevor had gotten loose again and landed on Marietta's lap, and the poor girl was so surprised that she dropped her helping of mash right on him, and made Trevor look like he was wearing a blonde wig.

"Oh, classic!" Hermione said laughing.

"I hear she's running around in her room right now, screaming about how she's going to get warts." They both burst into a fresh round of laughter. They walked over to their favorite seats in front of the fireplace where they found Harry poured over a long Potions essay.

"Harry! Ooh, that essay looks nasty." Ron said with a scowl on his face as he remembered he hadn't started yet. His face screwed up like he had just eaten a sour lemon.

"This rubbish?" Harry asked looking at his essay with the same expression as Ron. "It belongs in the bin." He said shrugging simply. There were ink blots all over his face and writing arm. He went back to scribbling with his quill as Ron made his way toward the stairs.

"I'll get my school things. Better get to it." He called over his shoulder. He sprinted up the stairs leaving Hermione standing next to Harry,

A relieved grin spread over Harry's face, and without looking up from his essay he said, "Looks like you've patched up your row." He looked up at her fleetingly and she stared down at him with her arms crossed.

"Oh no. This doesn't change anything." She plopped herself down on a chair beside him. "Actually, I think now would be a brilliant time to begin." She leaned back in her chair.

Harry swallowed audibly. "Now? No, I'm—I'm, er, I'm doing my essay." He said, a pleased tone in his voice as he found an excuse not to get his bum whooped by his best friend. Both of them, really.

"Then I'll start. Just play along." She said simply, examining her nails to show that she wasn't interested in any of his excuses.

"Hermione, I—"

"Yup, here it is. Three feet on the Animagi Potion?" Ron said, reading out a piece of parchment where he had written his reminder. "Bloody hell, Snape's out to get us." He said, screwing up his face again.

"He's always been, Ron." Harry said chuckling. "I'm done with 8 inches..."

"Oh, that's great!" Ron said smiling. "That's only 2 feet and 4 inches to go." His smile faded slowly. "Guess this means we're going to skip on sleep, yeah?"

Hermione, who had moved from the chair down to the floor next to Harry, piped up. "Really, if you two had done your homework—"

"The day it was given out, then you would've been finished by now." Ron said, finishing her sentence and sighing. "We know Hermione."

Harry braced himself for another row, but just heard Hermione sigh. Pleased and relieved, for the time being, he went back to filling out his essay. He was almost done with the first foot when he felt Hermione touch his cheek.

"Oh Harry," She said laughing. "You have an ink stain on you cheek." And she proceeded to rub it off. Harry felt Ron look up confusedly at him, and go back to his work. He kept still, thinking that if he neither said anything nor moved, he wouldn't offend either one. 'So far, so good.' He thought, as Ron didn't heed Hermione's earlier actions.

They heard the clock chime twelve. Harry was done with half of his essay already, and Ron had finished one foot. Hermione, who had completed the essay a week before, was knitting elf hats for S.P.E.W.

"Really, 'Mione." Ron said, looking up and yawning. "When are you going to give up that spew stuff?"

"Ronald, its S.P.E.W. How many times do I have to remind you?" She asked, annoyed. She only ever called him 'Ronald' when she was annoyed. Whether she had found him mean at the time, or stupid, Harry could never tell.

"What? I cant help it." Ron said looking up at her. "That little crusade really is a bunch of rubbish. The elves don't want to be freed."

"Of course they want to be freed, Ron!" Hermione said, pausing from her knitting and raising her voice slightly. "How would you feel if you had someone bossing you around and you couldn't get out of it?"

Ron was getting angry now too. "I do have someone bossing me around. Her name is Hermione!" They both stood up and were face to face. Well, face to chest, as Ron was a good 8" taller than her. Hermione was turning red with anger. She looked just about ready to stomp away, and Harry was quite thankful that the common room was empty.

"Well I cant help it if you cant think for yourself!" She yelled at him. She let out a yell of frustration, but suddenly thought better of it. Her expression softened and she turned to Harry. She bent down and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm heading in. Goodnight, love." She let the word roll off her tongue, and without another word, swiftly headed toward her dormitory, leaving both boys utterly bewildered.