A/N: I am enjoying the time I spend writing this. Hopefully you enjoy the time reading it. Well, here ya go . . .

As Hermione ran down the stairs, a great horde of noise came from the common room. Pausing on the last step, her mouth fell open. I seemed as if everyone in Gryffindor tower was all crunched together in the circular common room.

Still on the step, she looked over the crowd. Being her small self, she found it difficult to target any one person. Suddenly, she spotted four heads of red hair. Two were in the middle – that had to be the twins – and two were sitting on the sofa in front of the fire. That must be Ron and Ginny.

Pushing her way towards them, she uttered a few "Excuse me"'s and "Pardon me"'s. It took her nearly five minutes just to reach the sofa. Some people are just so rude, she thought to herself.

"Ron!" she called when she was not to far away, yet still could not reach the comfy couch. He looked around for her and grimaced when he realized it was her that called him. She forced her way through and threw herself down on the couch. She was out of breath.

"Come to apologize?" Ron said crossing his arms and slumping back stubbornly. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Oh come off it Ron," Ginny said to him nudging his side with her elbow. "You know it isn't her fault as well as it isn't yours." She gave Hermione a small smile, and Hermione returned it.

"Ron, I've figured out why Harry has been so unhappy lately," she told the two Weasley's excitedly. Why was she excited? It was actually quite sad.

"And . . ." Ginny said expectantly. Ron had a face that matched that of his sister's.

"It was exactly a year ago that Sir . . . Snuffles was killed." Hermione was not quite sure if she should be saying his name yet. There was always the chance that someone could overhear and think the wrong thing. Ginny seemed to be calculating something in her mind. The date perhaps.

"Your right," Ron said apprehensively. "But what do we do about it?"

"Well, nothing I suppose. Harry needs to realize that he cries for the wrong purpose. But as much as he knows that he can trust us, he can't talk to us the way he talked to his godfather." Ginny nodded in agreement. They both looked at Ron who still seemed to be thinking. Finally, he nodded also. There was a long silence between the three of them that was broken when Fred and George came around.

"So, you finally came back to enjoy the festivities," Fred said passing Hermione a bottle of Butterbeer. Where had they gotten that? She looked around and noticed both Ron and Ginny held one in their hands, as did every other person in the common room. How had she missed that?

"We wholly forgive you for trying to kick us out," George said passing her a chocolate frog. Hermione scowled.

"Leave her alone George. You know very well, that you're not supposed to be here." Hermione looked surprisingly at Ron. He was sticking up for her. A smile crept onto her face as she listened. "You shouldn't stay much longer, either. Someone outside might hear the ruckus and come in."

Fred and George looked completely baffled. It was just thirty minutes ago that he had glowed to see their faces, and now he is kicking them out? Hermione could not have been prouder of her ickle Ronikens and Ginny started sniggering.

"Fine," Fred began. He seemed to be at a loss of words. Hermione was quite confused also. Ron had stood up to them loads of times and they still went carrying on like hogs.

A smile crept on to George's face and he quickly tried to hide it. Fred bit his lip to suppress laughter. What are they up to, Hermione though.

"Ok, ok," George yelled to the crowd. "Fred and I have to go now. We've got a big day tomorrow." He gave a wink to his little brother. The crowd all sighed and whimpered.

"Go on, clear out!" Fred called to them. Slowly they departed up the stairs to their dorms. A few stayed behind however, but they were not bothered.

"Well, we're off!" George said to the three of them.

"See you tomorrow at King's Cross," Fred called to them from the portrait hole. And they were gone.

Ron had a face of pure confusion on his face. "That was odd," he said turning back around to face the fire.

"Very odd," Ginny said weakly. She still had a grin on her face. Hermione felt her eyes weigh down. She was finally getting tired. Leaning back on the soft cushion, she watched the fire and slowly felt her eyes close.

Ron nearly jumped when Hermione's head fell onto his shoulder. She was knocked out and probably wasn't going to get up any time soon. There was a part in him that did not want her to wake up, so she would stay next to him. Ginny seemed to be growing tired also.

"What time is it?" she asked yawning. She rubbed her eyes.

"I would say about nine," he told her, catching her yawn. Had the time really gone by so fast? It seemed like only ten minutes ago they were coming back up from dinner. Well, maybe not that soon, but it was almost right. Perhaps he would go up to bed. He then remembered that Hermione was leaving on him and would wake her up if he moved. Why was he so tired so early? Maybe it was all the stress of exams getting to him. He looked over at Ginny. Her head had fallen onto the sofa arm and was now in a deep sleep.

Ron tried to keep awake, but it was not that easy. He battled with sleep until it wore him out. Sleep won.

A/N: Yeah, well, hallo. That's chapter three. Season 8 of Stargate SG-1 starts July 9 and Stargate Atlantis starts July 16! AREN'T YOU EXCITED!?!?!?!?!? On to Chapter four . . .