Chapter I

"Where's Hermione?" Ron asked as soon as he, Harry and Ginny entered the common room, arriving from another quidditch practice. They were really dirty because it was raining.
"Bet you will find her at the library" Harry replied.
Ginny smirked.
"What?" Ron asked.
"You can't pretend, can you?"
"Pretend what, Ginny?"
"Nothing". She smiled again. "I need a bath. See you later".
Ron watched Ginny's going to the girls' room. "What did she suppose to mean?"
Even knowing that what he was about to say could cost Ron's friendship, Harry decided to speak what was on his mind. "Well, you know, it's quite impossible to not notice."
"Notice what?"
"That you fancy Hermione."
"ARE YOU NUTS?" Ron yelled.
"Ron, calm down."
The other gryffindors were looking at them now, but Ron seemed to not note it. "You're must be mad. And so is Ginny, if she thinks that too. Me? Fancying Hermione? You must have lost your mind." And he started to laugh nervously.
Harry smiled. "So be it. I'm mad. And Ginny is too."
Ron stopped laughing. "C'mon, mate. You have to be kidding."
Harry put his firebolt over his shoulder. "No, I'm not."
Ron was looking at him, wide eyes.
"I'm tired. And I need a bath also." Harry went to the boys' room. At the stairs, he turned back. "Ron, are you staying there? Wake up!"
Ron started to walk at Harry's direction. "You can't be serious. You just can't."
"Ok, Ron, so you don't fancy Hermione. Happy now? Can we go?"
They entered the boys' room.