Hermione is standing by Ron's side as Ron helps Harry up from the library floor where Harry had just fallen out of pain from his scar. "Are you all right, mate?" Ron asked Harry.

"Yeah, fine, I was just, uh," Harry said, obviously looking embarrassed. Hermione felt sorry for him but not for long. Harry then said, "I was just looking for Angelina. It's time for one of our private practices." Harry smiled one of his ultra-cute sly smiles that usually made Hermione's bones melt, but when he mentioned Angelina, Hermione's spine went stiff.

"Oh, I just saw her in the common room." Ron said like a good friend. "Have fun." Ron added, smiling his own sly smile Hermione used to love. Was it just Hermione's mind playing tricks on her, or did Ron sly smiles seem directed at her, and not Harry?

Hermione didn't have much time to fret about it, because soon Harry said, " I always do." Hermione didn't have to be a genius (which, she was, actually) to know Harry was talking to her, and not Ron. Harry left with a little bounce in his step. Is that bouncing because he just embarrassed me? Or because he's going to see Angelina? Or, could it possibly because he had seen me, and was excited? Hermione thought. But Hermione was not that naive. She knew it was because he was going to see Angelina.

"He's such a jerk." Ron said. "Angelina isn't even in the common room." Ron was such a good friend. Hermione thought. And he almost was a good boyfriend. He always remembered Hermione's birthday, their anniversary, all national holidays, and never ceased to give Hermione a gift. But when he kissed Cho Chang, and then lied about not liking her, Hermione had to break it off. But he was a good friend, and she was grateful for him.

"Thanks, Ron." She said. "At least he's gone." Hermione was truly glad Harry was gone. As much as she liked him, he could be a jerk.

"Uh, Hermione." Ron started uncomfortably. Hermione knew this couldn't be going anywhere good. "Hermione," Ron continued, "If I was very much mistaken, if Harry hadn't screamed, we were, uh, well, we were about to kiss." Ron was right, Hermione couldn't deny it. But she felt so bad. Hermione knew Harry was watching. She had seen him come in, and decided to make him feel jealous. Maybe jealous enough to ask me out! Hermione had thought excitedly while she obviously flirted with Ron.

"Ron, I hate to say this, but-but," Hermione said, but then Ron interrupted her.

"But it was just to make Harry jealous." Ron finished for her. "Yeah, yeah, that's good, cause it would be awkward, if we did, y'know, kiss." Ron was obviously uncomfortable as he nervously ran his hand through his hair, which had deepened so it wasn't so bright red. Gosh, I love that hair. Hermione thought. Then she corrected herself. I loved that hair. I like Harry, not Ron. Now if she could only believe it, everything would be great.