A/N: Woops, updating AFTER this one! Forgot about this chapter, which is 2-4 old chapters long. Trust me, the update will come soon! Oh yeah! REVIEW!

"I'm still winning," she whispered as she started to sprint back in the direction they had come from.

"Hey! No fair!" Harry cried, turning on his heel and running after her, loosing ground as they went up the stairs this time. She got on the landing right as the stairs started to move. She continued to run back towards the common room, but she turned to watch the edge of the stairs.

Just as it seemed he wouldn't be able to make it, a figure took an upward running leap coming up the stairs, landing a little ungracefully, tripping and rolling over, but he quickly regained his footing as he stood up and took off after Vikky again. She sprinted, shouting the password down the hall to the Fat Lady, who swung open just as she reached it. The portrait started to swing shut just as Harry shouted the password as well. It hung open.

When Harry got to the common room, he was out of breath, but he was smiling. He looked around, but he couldn't see Vikky. "Little cheater went up to the girl's dorms!" he said in mock anger.

"That's what you think," she said teasingly from behind him. She stepped out of the shadows, the space in between them just enough for her to get enough force to tackle him to the ground. They were both in a position that caused them to roll further into the common room.

Vikky straightened her back right as Harry was on top of her, and she used her feet to push into his chest, sending him flying off of her, but he landed on his feet, while she attempted to spring to her feet. Harry stood over her, one leg on each side of her body as he glared down at her playfully. "Not winning anymore," he said cockily. She sighed as if in defeat. She took the hand he offered her as she stood up. She pretended to pout as she scoped out her situation.

Just as Harry extended his hand for a truce, she took another running leap, having to wrap her arms around his waist to make sure he didn't slip to the side as she pushed him onto the couch behind them. They both flipped over the back of it, which was facing them. They landed on it, Harry on top.

"Oof, Harry, geroff me!" a muffled voice came from beneath him. He ignored it for a second as he gulped, seeing the look he was getting from Hermione.

"Harry, get off of her!" Hermione said in a disapproving voice. "You'll kill her!"

Harry quickly rolled off of Vikky, landing on the floor. She sat up with a triumphant look, her hair a slightly tangled mess from the run and the rolling around on the floor. She adjusted herself so she was sitting normal on one end of the couch. Harry popped up from the floor and plopped himself on the couch next to her, leaving only a little room between them.

"NOW will you admit I won?" he asked.

"Only if you'll admit that it was really me that one," she mischievously stated.

"Ok, sounds like-WAIT! I'm the one who won this. You're not the one who was getting talked to as if you were a baby. I'm the victim of this situation, don't turn this on me!" he cried, then turned to Hermione. "Tell her I won Hermione. I did. I won," Harry said with a cute pout.

"Oh stop it Harry. You know that doesn't work on me. And no, I'm sorry, you didn't win. Vikky did. And no buts!" she said right as Harry had opened his mouth.

"But-"

"What did I say Harry?" she asked with an evil glared

"That wasn't me!" he cried, glaring at Vikky as she started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Vikky, you are horrible! You're gonna get someone in trouble one of these days with those voice impersonations of yours." Hermione couldn't hold back a grin though.

"Why do you think I learned to do it?" she asked, still giggling like mad.

"Truce Harry?" she asked, extending her hand to him as she turned to face him on the couch.

"Truce," he said, going to shake her hand, but she pulled it back.

"NOT! I SO won that!" she said, starting to giggle at the look she was getting from Harry.

"Ok, how about an agreement?" he suggested.

"Ok. I agree to let you THINK you won as long as it's known that I really did win cuz, well, I really did win," Vikky said with a shrug. Harry grimaced, but stuck out his hand again.

"Fine, deal," Harry muttered. Vikky happily shook his hand, grinning.

"My baby's gone and learned to accept fate," she reached forward to pinch his cheeks again, but Harry grabbed her hand and held it in his own.

"Don't even think about it," he warned. "And you have to agree not to call me your baby as if you had me." He shuddered at the thought of the girl he liked being his mother.

"Agreed," she said, but she quickly brought her other hand up to pinch his cheeks. He glared at her, and she giggled. "I had to." She had a sheepish grin, and Harry nearly swooned at it.

"As long as you don't hit me again," he warned, and she quickly nodded her head as they both heard someone clearing their throat. They turned to look at Hermione, Vikky's one fist in Harry's hand, the other near his cheeks. They both started to blush fiercely, and Harry dropped her fist, and she brought both hands into her lap quickly as they both looked at her.

"Wow, you guys are oblivious. Anyways, now that you two lovebirds are done flirting-" they both started to blush "- have either of you done your homework?" she asked them.

"Yeah, it's been done for a while," Vikky muttered, staring at her hands.

"Yeah, I did it earlier," Harry said with a grin.

Hermione stared at him in shock. "You, Harry James Potter, did your homework?" Hermione asked in surprise.

Harry blushed at her using his middle name, but he nodded.

"Your middle name is James? Awwwwww, how CUTE!" Vikky teased. Harry mumbled something about finding Ron before he quickly stood up and ran up to his dorm.

"Well, that'll scare a guy away." Vikky sighed, leaning back against the couch, but she opened one eye, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Hermione, who was studying her. "Can I help you?" she asked Hermione, who shook herself out of her trance.

"Hmm? What? No, it's just- Why can't you just admit to him you like him?"

"Cuz I don't like him," she insisted. She glared at Hermione as Hermione gave her a look back.

"Fine, ok, I do like him. I'm just not good at actually admitting to a guy that I like him. Maybe, you know, you could uh, tell him for me," she suggested, blushing slightly. Hermione grinned.

"I knew it! This is so awesome!" she said excitedly, a grin filling her face.

"Keep your voice down! I don't want everyone knowing." Vikky glared at Hermione again. "Please Hermione. It's hard enough just to flirt with him, much less admit that I like him. I'm just not good at that kind of thing."

"Will do Vik," she said with a grin.

"I'm going to bed early," Vikky stood up and stretched.

"Early? Or do you mean late? This is when you normally go to sleep," Hermione teased her, and Vikky grinned.

"Yeah, whatever it is. Night," she waved to her as she ran up the stairs, changing into pajamas, and within minutes was asleep. Downstairs, Hermione already had plans running through her mind.