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A/N: Second chapter already, scary I know. But funfunfun:D:D:D:D Yeah anyshvay so, how'd y'all like the first insert? Hope you'll enjoy this one too. :) Ta!

SNAPSHOT – SECOND YEAR

"Ron, have you seen my glasses anywhere?"

"No, why?"

"Because I can't see without them. Help me find them, will you?" Harry asked, grumbling to himself as he leaned close to his bedside table to look for them. His head hurt when he squinted too much, but how else would he find anything? With an exasperated sigh, he kicked a bedpost and promptly stubbed his toe. Then, to add insult to injury, as he was hopping around blindly, he tripped (if you can call it tripping on one foot) over his own trunk and went sprawling across the floor of the dormitory. Ron doubled over laughing.

"Shut up, you," Harry growled, clutching his toe and his elbow. "I'm gonna go look in the common room."

With that, he went carefully down the stone stairs and squinted around the large room before him, trying to catch a glimpse of a small reflection of light on a table or something. Concentrating on attempting to see, he failed to notice Fred and George sneak up behind him and tap him on the head with one of their wands. Harry whirled around.

"Oi, what're you two at?" he began to say, but instead of words, two-dimensional pink and red hearts floated out of his mouth, with no sound. Harry glared furiously at them. "I can't see, help me find my glasses!" he wanted desperately to say, but all that came out were more hearts. Fred and George were laughing. What was it with Weasleys laughing at him today? Harry thought miserably to himself, and kicked the corner of a nearby couch in disgust, and the earlier incident in the dorm room replayed itself.

"You'd think you'd have learned not to kick things by now," came a familiar female voice from behind Harry. He turned around and didn't have to squint to see who it was (although he squinted anyway). Hermione held something up and suppressed a giggle. "Looking for these?" she asked, dangling his glasses in front of him. Harry took them in relief.

"Yeah, thanks. Where'd you find them? Hey, I can talk again!"

"What?"

Fred and George burst out laughing, and Hermione lifted an eyebrow. "I don't want to know. You left these on the desk where you were working last night. You were probably too tired to remember them, it was late."

Harry put them on and blinked as everything came into focus. "Hallelujah, I can see!" he cried, making Hermione, Fred and George laugh again. Ron came down the stairs just then and grinned.

"Found them then, did you?"

"She did," Harry said in answer. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"She has a name, thank you very much. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was just going to deliver a v- something. Ta-ta!"

"OOH! Hermione's got a secret VALENTINE for someone!" hooted Fred while George made outrageous kissing noises.

"Bet it's Lockhart," Ron said to Harry, grinning and nudging him. Hermione flushed scarlet.

"It is not a Valentine's card, and it's not for Professor Lockhart!"

"What is it then? Looks like a card to me," George said offhandedly, whipping the smallish pink envelope out of her hands from behind her and holding it up to a light. "I can just make out what it says on the inside – Dear Professor Lockhart, I love you, mwah mwah mwah –"

"STOP IT! That's not funny, and that is NOT what it says!" Hermione cried, her face burning as she jumped and tried unsuccessfully to get the envelope back. George held it above her head, teasing. "Give it back!"

"Say 'please'."

"GIVE ME THE –"

"Oh, go on, give her the Valentine," Harry offered. Ron glanced at Hermione's bright red face, took in the fact that she was looking murderous, and nodded eagerly in agreement.

"Fine," George sighed resignedly, and handed it to Hermione. As he did, he tried to catch a glimpse of who it was addressed to on the other side of the pink envelope, but she snatched it away before he could see. "Bah, you're no fun. Fred, shall we?"

"We shall, George, we shall. Happy Valentine's to you, dear brother," Fred called over his shoulder as he and George pranced off out the portrait hole arm in arm.

Hermione glared at their retreating backs, and was about to follow them out when she remembered something and turned back around to look at Harry and Ron.

"Oh – uh – Happy Valentine's Day to you both," she said, and hurried out into the corridor. Harry and Ron glanced at each other.

"Definitely for Lockhart," Ron said, deadpan. Harry nodded and they both laughed.