"Ronald Weasly!" yelled out Hermione letting her repressed anger at him out, "I can't believe you spied on me! What possessed you to do such a thing?"
Ron cringed when Hermione shrieked his name. Hermione did not give Ron a chance to answer not that anything came to him. She stormed up to the girl's dormitory and slammed the door shut.
"What happened?" hesitantly asked Neville.
"I did exactly what Hermione said I spied on her," meekly answered Ron swallowing hard, in attempt to get his wits back.
Neville nodded and turned to do his homework.
"How did you pull that one off?" asked Harry.
"I, uh, sort of browed your invisibility cloak," mumbled Ron.
"You what?"
"Browed your cloak."
"I don't believe this! You took my cloak with out asking! You were obviously seen as well, otherwise Hermione wouldn't have come in here like she did."
"I was trying to trip Michael, his foot snagged on the cloak and pulled it off my head, Hermione saw me, but no one else did," defended Ron.
"You can't be sure of that!" answered Harry fighting to keep his voice down to a whisper.
"We were in the back of Three Broomsticks and there was practically no one was around."
"Yet, someone from practically no one could have possibly seen you. Where is my cloak now?"
"Back where you always keep it."
"Good, because I'm moving it," replied Harry getting up to go to the boys dormitory.
"What have I done?" Ron asked himself.
"Royally messed things up that's what!"
"How do you expect Hermione ever to like you now?" thumped Ron's heart.
"Stay out of this!" bit back Ron's logic, "I'm trying to keep away from her, keep my self from asking her out."
"And what a wonderful job I've done too," miserably thought Ron, "There will be no chance of asking Hermione out at this rate, let alone have a civil conversation with her. On top of it all, my best mate is mad at me! I'm a sad excuse for living."