Thanks everyone who reviewed last chapter, and sorry it took me so long (again) to write this one. I could give excuses such as eleventh grade is killing me, I'm busy writing a scholarship paper, I'm learning how to drive standard, I'm trying to go to the gym every second day, I'm still looking for a job, and I don't think I'm getting high enough marks to get into the university I want, but I know you all don't want to hear that. I'm glad people seem to be very upset about the Ron/Cho thing, it means my job as an author is going well.

Oh also someone pointed out that I was being stupid, I was confused for a second and said they were taking their OWLs but they're in seventh year… thanks whoever told me that.

To sinta1: what? I'm not sure if this is me being retarded, but what are you talking about?

Ron was a wreck. Of course Harry must have not been looking his best, but not to this extent. He now knew for sure, Ron had been doing little to no studying at all, and now he was realising his mistake. On the walk to the examination room he kept quiet, not looking at Harry, who was starting to feel increasingly guilty.

"So I guess you weren't actually studying with Cho, were you?"

Ron snapped out of his reverie and looked at Harry sullenly.

"No, not at all." He said.

Harry kept silent, waiting for Ron to add anything.

"It wasn't her fault though, I could have said no anytime… but I didn't, and now I'm going to fail my exams." He said, quietly.

Harry nodded.

"I… I think I love her." Ron admitted.

A few remarks came to Harry's mind, among them "You love what part of her?" and "So, have you talked to each other yet, or just snogged?" but those didn't seem like comments a best friend would make so he settled for a simple one.

"Really?" He managed to say.

"Yeah, but I was being stupid, wasn't I?" He laughed bitterly.

"Well… here we are." Harry said, once they had reached the throng of students pilling into the great hall.

"You… you might not fail…" he tried, hoping to lift Ron's spirits a little.

"Harry, who are you kidding?" Ron replied, walking sullenly into the crowd.

Despite Harry's feeling of despair over Ron, the exams went quite well for him, being Hermione's boyfriend did have its gruelling study periods but apparently, it paid off well in the end. He silently thanked her in his mind as he scribbled down answers. Hermione was thinking among the same lines… you know, thanking herself.

'Hah, this is too easy, I could have written a harder test.' She thought, triumphantly.

She then set forth to crush any competition to be top of the class.

Harry and Hermione met up quickly after the test, Harry leaving only a few minutes after Hermione. With a mischievous grin he kissed her cheek and placed his arm around her waist.

"I take it you did well." She said.

"Thanks to my tutor, seductively distracting though she may be."

She smiled to herself at his comments.

"Well I found it quite more enjoyable studying with my boyfriend than alone, if a bit… distracting as you said." She muttered, looking up at him through her lashes, her hand lingering on his arm.

Harry, mesmerised, closed his eyes and lent his face downwards.

"But," Hermione started. "We still have exams tomorrow so let's get studying!" she exclaimed, her eyes full of life.

He sometimes wondered where she got this vigour from, he, himself would never choose studying over kissing. As if reading his mind, Hermione replied.

"Oh come off it, Harry, you know we still have some exams, but after that I won't be cramming books down your throat. We'll have time for… other things." She said, smirking at the pause.

"You HAD to say it like that, didn't you?" Harry moaned.

"Naturally."

Finally… after more studying and agonising, the exams were done.

"I failed. Mom's going to kill me." Ron said, grimly.

Harry and Hermione didn't know what to say, as the carriage carried them down to the Hogsmead station.

"Oh well, goes to show snogging doesn't make you smarter." He laughed.

Harry didn't know whether he should laugh but he did anyway, Hermione gave a quick smile then started gazing out of the window, distractedly. When they got on the train Ron and Hermione went with the other prefects, while Harry sat with Seamus and Dean. Harry hadn't seen Hermione for practically the whole ride when she appeared in their car. Seamus and Dean gave him knowing looks and vacated their seats. Harry slid the door closed with a grin.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." She said, grinning back.

A few minutes later, after they had properly snogged, they lent back in their seats as they noticed that they were almost there.

"What do you think the chances are that my parents let you stay at my house for the summer?" She asked.

"After a year like that? Probably less than two percent." He replied.

"No point wondering about the Dursleys, that would be negative two hundred and thirty percent chance you get to stay over."

They felt the train stop.

"So…" Harry started.

"Till we next meet." She smiled.

Their lips met in a blissful kiss, or it would be blissful if there weren't six first years staring into the glass at them. Frustrated, Harry stood up and turned to them with a look in his eyes that said he wasn't there to offer them tea and biscuits. Needless to say they ran off. Harry sighed, and Hermione led him out of the train, carrying their bags behind them. Upon reaching the outside, they saw Ron who was looking around for someone.

"Ron!" Hermione called and he noticed them.

They walked over to him and Harry clasped his hand onto Ron's shoulder.

"Well… I guess this is it, be sure to send me some letters." Harry said, smiling.

Ron, for what must have been the first time in a month, smiled back.

"Yeah, if I'm not under house arrest, maybe we can meet up sometime. See you, mate." He said.

"You too, Hermione. Don't you two be running off to get married without telling me, alright?" He joked.

"Haven't we been through this before?" Hermione asked.

Cho appeared out of nowhere.

"Ron, I have to go soon, won't you say goodbye to me?" She asked, no… more like demanded.

"One minute, Cho."

He turned back to Harry and Hermione.

"Anyway, see you guys, send me some owls!" He said.

He then left with Cho. Harry and Hermione looked at each other and sighed.

"We're horrible friends, aren't we?" She asked.

He simply nodded solemnly until he heard someone yell his name. They looked to the side and there stood the Dursleys, looking cross.

"Well… I guess I'd better be…" He stopped in mid-sentence when Hermione planted a bold, movie worthy kiss on him. He couldn't see the Dursleys' faces but he could imagine how slack-jawed they must have been. He didn't blame them, half of the crowd were staring openly. Harry reddened considerably, this wasn't just a few first years, it was his classmates and their relatives.

"Hermione!" he exclaimed.

She looked at him innocently.

"What? You weren't going to give me a goodbye kiss if I didn't take you by surprise." She reasoned.

Most of the people stopped staring, Harry's face cooled down a bit.

"But in front of all these people…"

"You didn't seem to care when we were fake dating, it's not like anyone cares." She said in a casual sort of way.

She noticed something in the crowd and blanched considerably.

"Damn, my parents saw that!" she now reddened.

"Serves you right, taking advantage of me…" Harry said.

"… And I would have given you a goodbye kiss, like this."

He kissed her, not quite as forcefully as she had done, quite tenderly, actually.

"I fully expect five love letters by the time I reach home, Mr Potter." She announced.

"I'll work on it."

He bid her farewell and strode to the Dursleys, who were looking more affronted by the minute, except for Dudley, who was looking at him with a sort of awed respect in his eyes, Harry didn't like it. Uncle Vernon frowned at him.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"My girlfriend, Hermione." Harry stated.

"Well just because you have a girlfriend is no reason to go and do… that… wildly. In public even!" he grew purple with anger as he spoke.

"Disgraceful!" Aunt Petunia exclaimed.

As they walked to the car, Dudley in a hushed voice asked him how far they'd gotten, Harry ignored him. It was the start of the summer and he was already feeling more despondent than usual. To take his mind off Dudley's blathering he thought of the letter he would send to Hermione soon and of the seemingly far away seventh year.

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