"How did it go?" Hermione asked Harry softly as he walked into the Common Room and collapsed on the couch next to her. Harry sighed.

"Well... it went." Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, Harry, was it another inanimate object?"

Harry paused and considered this, then replied, "Actually, no. I guess I should be thankful. In fact, he was pretty human... I think."

Hermione set her homework aside, interested. "He?"

Harry shrugged.

"Harry, I know you're afraid of being... lonely, but I really don't think it's..." Hemione was choosing her words carefully, "... healthy for you to let Dobby keep setting you up on dates." Harry stood up, glaring at her.

"Hey! I'll have you know that that Ring was very interested in me! We were just... going too fast."

"Harry," Hermione said gently, "you put it on and ran around cackling like an invisible madman, and when we found you a week later you were sitting in a corner petting it and talking in third person. I think it was evil."

"The third person?"

"The Ring."

Harry started to walk up the stairs. "Oh yeah? Well-well you're just jealous! So what if the Ring is a little different? That doesn't change the way I feel!!" Harry, now at the top of the steps, threw open the door next to him and stormed inside. There were several female screams and Harry quickly ran down the staircase, across the room, and up the staircase that actually led to the boys' dorms.

Hermione sighed, shaking her head. "Must be that time of the month. Poor thing."