The day came too early for Harry. He clambered out of bed, shook Ron, then stumbled down stairs, dressing on the stairs.
"HARRY! PUT ON YOUR PANTS!" A female voice tried to yell in a hushed tone. He opened his eyes, looked down and flushed a deep red. He looked up and found Hermonie sitting in the common room on the couch.
"Oops... Sorry, Hermonie," Harry replied as he pulled up his pants. Hermonie shook her head and looked away. Harry raced down the stairs and flung himself onto the couch next to her.
"Morning!" Harry said, giving her a big smile.
"Good morning Harry," Hermonie replied with a laugh.
"Whatcha doing?"
"Sitting and thinking about our first day of school."
"What for?"
"Because I always do that."
"Why?"
"Because"
"But why Hermonie?"
"Because Harry."
"Dude, are you ticked or something?"
"No and I am not your dude."
"Fine whatever. Want to get food?"
"Aren't we going to wait for Ron."
"Um, sure yeah. I just thought you didn't want to wait for him. You two don't seem on the best terms."
"Oh, we're not... I mean I just thought you wanted to wait for your friend."
"Dude you have a crush on him!"
"I do not!"
"You do too!"
"DO TOO"
"What's going on down here? Man, can't a guy get a little sleep?" Ron asked as he stumbled down the steps, rubbing his face. Hermonie's cheeks flushed wildly.
"Hermonie, likes...." Harry started, before Hermonie interrupted.
"I like to sit and think about the first day of anything. It helps me relax."
"That seems silly," Ron said. Harry laughed and Hermonie shot him an angry look.
"What's going on between you two?" Ron asked, looking at them both.
"Harry's just been stupid. Come on let's go and eat."
With that Hermonie jumped up and ran out of the common room, leaving the two boys behind.
"What's that about?" Ron asked as they walked to the porthole.
"She likes you."
"She likes me?"
"Yep. She likes you."
"No she doesn't."
"Yes she does."
"No way."
"Totally, no stop arguing. What are you going to do about it?"
"We're only eleven!"
"So?"
"Doesn't that mean I don't have to do anything?"
"Fine whatever. I don't care." Harry walked out the porthole, without saing another word about the subject.
