A/n- I hope you guys enjoyed the last chapter! Thanks SO much for all your reviews! I hope you like this chapter!

-Chapter Three-

Ron stepped out of the shower the next morning, rubbing his face hard with his hands. He'd been reliving the kiss over and over, and couldn't seem to stop it. Not that he wanted it to stop.

Dressing in his most casual clothes, he went down to breakfast and sat across from Harry, and next to Hermione.

"Hey, beautiful." Ron took her hand and held it lightly in his own. She shyly took her hand back.

"Well...,"She said standing up. "I'll be at the library if anyone needs me...bloody potions homework." She gave Ron one last look, and walked away, as he stared after her.

Harry stared at Ron.

"What was that about, mate?" Harry questioned, while Ron stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth and swallowed hard.

Ron shrugged.

"Just playing my part...," He answer Harry, a little unsure. Harry stared disbelieving him.

"No, if you were just playing your part...you would have said 'Hey' and let it drop there"

"Maybe, I'm good at it." Ron shot at him.

"Maybe you weren't pretending" Harry shot back at him.

That's exactly what Ron was afraid of.

. . .
Later on in the library Hermione was reading. The thing was, she read the same sentence seven times.

"Err!" She slammed the book shut, and saw Dean staring at her with a questionable look on his face.

"Dean! What uh are you doing here?" She asked him slowly, she was shocked, but not as happy to see him as she thought she should be.

"Well, I came here looking for you." He sat down, near her. "I miss you." He placed a hand on her hand.

"Uh...I uh well..."

Ron entered the library and looked around frantically for Hermione.

"Hermione, I..." He spotted Dean, and all thoughts of talking to Hermione left his mind.

"I...was just looking for my book." He grabbed the nearest book off the table and backed up, slightly stumbling. He turned and as quickly as he came, he walked out of the library.

Ron walked the stairs, glancing down at the book he picked up.

Hogwarts, A History

He laughed at his own stupidity. Entering the common room, he spotted Harry and shrugged, dropping the book on the nearest table.

"Look Harry, you couldn't be more wrong about me and Hermione. I'm gunna stop this whole thing."

He avoided her the rest of the day, though. Every time she got near enough to talk to, he went off to do something else.

Quidditch was rough later on that evening. Harry killed each and every one of them. Ron was now happy to see that he could easily block each shot someone threw at him.

He was unhappy to see Hermione waiting, clearly for him, after practice. She followed him off the field, until he finally turned to her, grabbed her arm and led her off. They sat down on a bench.

"Look Ron...today in the library-"

Ron interrupted her.

"No need to explain Hermione. It's great. Your plan worked. Now I guess we can call it quits, huh? I mean, you don't need me anymore. Guess we made a pretty good couple, since Dean believed it and all...and I guess I better go. Yeah uh...good night." He stood and gave her a weak smile and walked off.

Hermione stared after him.

Call him back, call him back! Tell him...Dean's a jerk! She thought helplessly to herself.

"Dean's a jerk!"

Unfortunately, no one was there to hear her.

. . .

a/n- Whoo! Done with another chapter! Enjoy!