In Divination that day, we find Harry and Ron. (A/n: obviously not Hermione, since she's in Arithmacy!)
Harry looked into his teacup, cleared his throat a few times, and started to "read his future."
In a solemn voice, loud enough for his professor to hear, Harry said, "I predict, that I will die, an early death, eating a stale chocolate frog. In which the card, which I will have forgotten to take out, will become lodged in my throat."
As Ron tried to hold back hysterical laughter, his face becoming red in the process, Harry continued, "Oh yeah, and Ron and Hermione will eventually get together, and admit their feelings they've had forever for eachother, but are just too stubborn to admit now." He said in the same misty voice.
"WHAT!" Ron choked out, his face now a lovely shade of maroon.
"Oh, I'm sorry, what did I say?" Harry replied, pretending to come out of a trance.
"I'm going to get you for that." Ron swore.
"For speaking the truth?" Harry said innocently.
"Whatever." Ron said apparently letting the matter drop. . . But a few minutes later, "Do you really think she likes me, Harry?" Ron asked nervously?
"Oh, so the truth reveals itself."
"Just tell me!"
"Tell you what?" Harry said innocently, he was obviously enjoying this.
"Does. Hermione. Like. Me!" Ron said in a frustrated voice.
"Why don't you ask her yourself!" Harry retorted.
"Oh, okay! Ill just go up to Hermione and say, Hey Hermione, you don't happen to like me or anything do you? Because I was just wondering. And oh by the way, I think I quite possibly might just be in love with you!"
"I don't see why not!" Said Harry.
"Why not! Do you think she'll ever talk to me again? Of course not! Of course she doesn't like me! Not a chance in Merlin's Beard, or in Dumbledore's beard for that matter, that she could ever like me!"
"I don't know about that mate, she looks at you pretty strangely sometimes, but strange in a good way, I mean!"
"There must be some way to tell her, except in a way that isn't embarrassing!"
"Don't think so, mate, unless. . ." Harry trailed off, with a wistful look in his eye.
"What?" Ron said, now obviously hooked.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to know." Said Harry nonchalantly.
"You had better tell me, or I'll be forced to enlist the help of Fred and George!"
"Okay, okay! Hold your horses!" Harry exclaimed.
"What?" Ron said, confused.
"Muggle saying." Harry muttered.
"Ok, well what's the plan?"
"You ask her if she likes you, and that you are madly in love with her, and if she doesn't feel the same way, you erase her memory."
"WHAT! We could get expelled, not to mention Hermione would kill us if she ever found out!"
"I was joking!" Harry said apologetically!
"Well, then you better have a bloody good real plan!"
"Don't worry, I do!"
"Then what is it?"
"Ok, so here's the plan."
Needless to say, Harry and Ron did not listen the rest of class as Professor Trewlaney babbled on and on in what she thought was a creepy voice suitable for a psychic, about how to read your tea leaves.
That day at lunch, Hermione noticed that both Harry and Ron were very preoccupied, and seemed to be worried about something. And knowing them, Hermione was pretty sure it wasn't the upcoming exams.
Whenever Hermione tried to talk to Harry, he just looked sort of guilty, like he was hiding something, and made up an excuse to stop talking. When she approached Ron, he got the look on his face of a deer caught in the headlights of a car, and she could of sworn that his ears got a bit redder.
