A/N: I'm terribly sorry about the late update. But I had to find a way for Harry to have a little slip up. hehe... I know this chapter doesn't have much to do with Blasie, but the next one will. Promise! Oh and I still don't own any of this.

P.S. It has been comfirmed by The Great J.K. Rowling that Blasie is a boy. I just thought I'd mention that.

"Harry, you shouldn't have made her mad."

"I didn't make her mad, Ron."

"Then what did you do?"

"Nothing, Ron. Harry was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Ohhhh. Then who made you mad?"

"Malfoy."

"Ha! See Harry, I told you."

"That's why I went to check on her, Ron!"

"Check on me?" Hermione's eyes were on fire and her hands were placed on her small hips. They were back in the Gryffindor common room, sitting in their usual places around the fire.

"Well… Ron got to thinking that maybe you would need some help. You know, handling Malfoy and all," Harry admitted, looking at an interesting spot on his shoe.

"Harry James Potter!" he knew he was in for it now. "I was by your side when you took on Voldemort, I've taken my share of Death Eaters, I've even managed to keep on top of all my school work during that whole thing and you think I need protecting?"

Harry gulped and looked to Ron for support. But all Ron could do was shrug at his friend and sink further into the cushions of his chair.

"Harry I asked you something!" Hermione screeched.

"Well--I," he studdered.

"I was talking, Harry! Don't interrupt!" she screamed. Ron snorted but quickly recoiled back in his chair from the look Hermione gave him.

"Look Hermione, we were worried about you. You're our friend and I love you." Harry soothed. Hermione's eyes became round with surprise. She gulped loudly and took a deep breath. Harry suddenly realized what he had said, and prayed Ron didn't catch his slip up.

"Well… I-- I thank you. You guys are really great but I… I have to be going." She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Before either boy could say anything, she rushed out of the common room.

"Harry…?" Ron turned his gaze to his best friend.

"Yes, Ron?"

"I know that we love Hermione. I mean, she is our best friend and all but-- I couldn't help but notice how you slipped a love confession in to that sentence."

Harry's shoulders sagged. The one time he hoped Ron's attention span would run out, was the one time where he was really focusing. What was he going to say? Lie? That may work, but seven year's of friendship did have its disadvantages. Ron would see through any lie Harry told him if he were really paying attention.

"I know, Ron. I really buggered this up didn't I?" Harry asked sinking into a near by chair.

"You beyond buggered this, Harry. I mean, this is just bloody horrible!"

"Ron-"

"That was probably the worst way to tell her you know."

"Ron-"

"Roses and chocolate are good, or at least that's what mum likes…"

"Ron! You're not helping!"

"Oh, sorry," replied a blushing Ron.