Love is truly blind, in any reality

Description: PG-13. This story has no magic, no wizards, no Hogwarts, just normal circumstances. Same rivalries, same loves and same hidden desires.

Disclaimer: All characters copy right of JK Rowling. Music copy right of Maroon 5

Author notes: I thought I'd try something different and experiment with whether magic does make things harder or easier. The trio are coming to their final year at Hogwarts (ie they are 15, some possibly 16) Please review  and tell me what you think.

Chapter 2 :: Hell aka School

"As you all know, the end of year exams are only a week away" Miss McGonagall said, starting the day with her usual pep talk "July 2nd to be precise and they are dreadfully important, they will determine what paper we enter you in for, either lower tier" she glanced over to Neville "or higher tier. It is only possible to get the top grades, on the top paper. Remember folks, to get into the best colleges you need to get the best marks" and as if on cue a bell rang signalling that the students were needed for their first lesson.

Gathering their things together the trio headed over to the science block to start the day off with Mr Snape.

"How many bloody times will we have to hear that lecture. The exams are a month away, the exams are a two weeks away" he mimicked McGonagall's serious tone as they began the stairs to the science room.

"Really Ron, she's just trying to help" Hermione defended.

"Will you please get you head out of her back-side, she can't hear you" Ron said sarcastically, Hermione didn't say anything but instead pushed past them and entered the classroom.

"One of these days I'm just going to lock you too in a room and you can fight it out amongst yourselves" Harry added as he took his seat just as Mr Snape began the lesson.

Hermione, me, fighting A grin crossed Ron's features Ewww, no way in hell was I just thinking that!

Looking around the classroom he saw Hermione at the front of the class sitting next to a girl and from the back the girl wasn't too bad to look at. Long, golden ringlets topped a petite frame and a school skirt influenced her long, toned legs. At least these thoughts took his mind of the disturbing ones with Hermione.

"Harry, who's that?" Ron nudged which just received a shrug.

"Well your hel-"

"Weasley, Potter, you too seem to have a lot to say for yourself. Maybe you can tell me the key functions of a cilia cell" Mr Snape asked "or maybe you would like to share your interesting conversation with the whole class?"

Ron's ears turned a violent shade of maroon, as he scanned his text book for the appropriate answer.

"I'm waiting, which is it to be?"

"Neither" Harry said which caused half of the class to either snigger or gasp.

"Excuse me?"

"I meant, I don't fancy telling the class what I was saying and seeing as you're the teacher aren't you supposed to be telling us the key functions of this cell?"

Pissed was an understatement but Snape wouldn't give his students the pleasure of seeing him annoyed "Well I'll explain it to you" he paused and Harry actually thought he had gotten out of punishment "after school, you just landed yourself with 2 weeks after school detention"

Hermione shook her head in disbelief as Snape continued with the lesson and the first thing she did after class was say how disappointed she was with him. Most of the class was congratulating him for most of the day, which Harry had to admit was rather entertaining.

"Looks like I'll be walking home after all" Harry said and then left for his detention.

Hermione and Ron headed for school car park, both still not in the mood for the other.

"Hermione, I want to ask you something" Ron said, breaking the silence.

"Go on then" she said as they continued to walk towards the car.

"You know that girl you were sitting by today in science, what was her name?"

For the briefest of moments she actually thought he was going to apologize for the things he had said but who was she kidding, this was Ronald Weasley. The most annoying blind guy to walk the face of this planet, even if he hated her she certainly didn't hate him. Over the past year she couldn't help but feel attracted to him, puberty had certainly been kind to him. A large muscular build, dashing good looks and that red hair, what was not to love? The constant bickering was also enjoyable, when it was just that, bickering.