Ron was also sitting in a circle of psycho people. (This is at the same time Hermione's talking to her hippo.) He had already introduced himself. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the "circle." The leader was trying to get his problem out in the open. But today, Ron didn't feel like sharing his problems. He felt it was an invasion of privacy. He knew that these dolts couldn't remember anything he said, but that didn't matter. The leader probably had installed some type of device in the room. She was going to use it against him. She would probably call someone like the National Enquirer, or Star Magazine. Even though they only had them in America, he still didn't want all of his business in the news.

Ron just sat there, for the entire session. When it ended, he left the room and started down the hallway. Looking at the pictures on the wall, he was suddenly reminded of when he had "stalked" Hermione in their 6th year…

(This is Ron and Hermione daydreaming, but it's Ron's point of view, and after the part where she had fallen on purpose.)

"Hermione? Are you okay?" I looked down at her.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she answered. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Oh, me? I was, uhh, umm, I was just looking. Looking for my shoelace," I bet she thought I was stupid. 'Goodness gracious, Ron, what is wrong with you? Shoelace? What the heck? Are you really that thick? She's got the highest marks in our year, she's not that stupid.'

She looked at my shoes, then back up at me. "Right."

'Okay, so she didn't fall for it. But I couldn't tell her that I was following her, she'd think I was psycho.' I thought to myself. "So, Hermione, are you finished with your homework yet? I was fixing to go to the common room and get my books."

"Okay, Ron. What's going on? There's something wrong with you." Hermione said in her 'I'm so brilliant I know everything voice.'

"N-nothing." I felt so stupid.

"I'm serious, you have never done you homework voluntarily. Tell me."

I just shook my head.

"Now."

I just looked at her like she was standing there in granny panties down to her ankles. I bet she really thought I was going crazy. Oh well, she'll never figure out what I was doing.

"Okay Ron, suit yourself. But, I'm here if you need anyone," she still looked suspicious, however.

"I know. Well, then, let's just go to the Great Hall." She nodded and followed me the rest of the way down the stairs.

"You know Ron, I think I'll just go the dormitory, I'm absolutely starved for some sleep."

"Oh, all right." I said

"Good night," as she said this, she stood up on her tiptoes, and she kissed me on the cheek. I'm sure I blushed the brightest red I'd ever blushed.

"Yeah, good night to you too." I looked down at her. She turned around with a smile, and she was off. I didn't know what to do. So, I just sat down on the floor, and started playing with my shoelaces.