Disclaimer: I was on train and Harry just strolled into my head fully formed. That's what I'd be saying if I was J. K. Rowling, which I'm not.

Ron sighed, looking at the piece of paper in front of him. Damn but it was hard to write a letter to Hermione. He looked at what he had written:

Dear Hermione,

How are you? I'm fine. Harry and Ginny just snog each other's socks off though. Ginny and Harry say "Hi". How's the Parrot Canary Islands? It's kind of boring here. The Great Hall looks really great though. Have a great Christmas.

Love Your Friend,

Ron

"You know, you can say 'Love' in a letter to Hermione," said an amused voice from behind him. Ron swiveled around, not very easy to do when you are on your knees, and glared.

"Harry! Why are you reading my letter to Hermione?" he growled. Harry took a step back.

"Easy Ron, easy. I didn't mean to make you mad. It's just I sign all my letters to you guys with 'Love'. You don't have to worry about it." Harry said quickly.

"Sorry, Harry. I'm just really uptight I guess." Ron sighed. "And don't you dare go into that crap about me liking Hermione! Because I don't!"

"Ah, methinks you doth protest too much!" Harry crowed. Ron glowered.

"If I could think up something to say, you would be sooooo sorry right now." Ron said lamely. "I'm going to the Owlery." And so he stomped out of the Common Room, leaving a grinning Harry behind.

Soft footsteps behind him made Harry turn around. He smiled again at the sight of Ginny.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Oh nothing, Ron just won't realize that he loves Hermione." he replied. Ginny giggled softly.

"Ron's never been good at admitting things to himself. It's strange though, because he's the worst liar I know." she said thoughtfully. Harry nodded seriously. Then she turned to him and they got down to some serious snogging, unaware that Ron was plotting his revenge on Harry at that moment.

That night, Ron went up to bed first, stopping briefly at Harry's bed before changing and snuggling into bed himself. Fifteen minutes later, Harry came up to bed as well. He changed as well and was about to snuggle into bed when Ginny popped her head through the door.

"Harry, can you play Exploding Snap with me?" she asked sweetly. It was a question, and yet, at the same time an order. Harry wouldn't dare disobey an order from his "schnoogle blossom" and threw on his scarlet dressing gown before running downstairs after her, leaving Ron fuming behind. He had so wanted Harry to get into bed, so he would trigger the "surprise" Ron had left him. Ron wasn't a master trickster, but he did hold grudges over the smallest things. So he did small pranks and then forgot about whatever it was he had pranked the person over. Harry didn't come back up for a while though, and so Ron drifted asleep.

He was at a dance, a masquerade. He was dancing with a girl, she had soft, floaty brown hair, and he could see cinnamon eyes peeking at him from behind the silver mask. She was slender, and was wearing blue dress robes that were mildly familiar. She smiled up at him, and gave him a small, burning kiss. He fell in love with the dream girl, and knew that she was real. As the clock struck midnight, she removed her mask... there was a scream of horror and disgust.

Ron woke up with a start. Harry was the one who had given the scream, awakening not only Ron, but Seamus and Dean too. Ron smiled to himself. Harry was now covered in owl droppings. As Seamus and Dean laughed, and Harry looked for his wand (which Ron had hidden under Harry's mattress) he drifted off to sleep again. But try as he might, he could not get his dream girl back.

Aw, poor Harry. Ron got mad. I noticed that there seemed to be some anti-Hermione thoughts in there, so I added the dream. I also made a longer chapter! Wahoo! I know you guys have been bugging me about it (thanks) and so I did. I like Seamus, but Dean rox my sox!!! Review!!