A.N: Okiees thanks for all of your input Mindy, at the mo the only one who read and reviewed so thank you. Ok so I didn't give you a lot of time to read and review, but I would love to know whether to put more fluff into it or not, as I am unsure. Please tell and maybe give suggestions, I am always open to them. I'm having great fun writing this as I have so many ideas and I thank everyone who reads it. Reviewing means a lot to me because I don't get a lot of compliments and I like making people enjoy themselves, through any means possible. If you do insult it then tell me ways to make it better, if you don't then still tell me ways to make it better. But most of all I need to know how much fluff to put in it.

Disclaimer: As we all know, the very lucky J. K Rowling owns Harry Potter and everything to do with that….and that I own is the plot and a random fly gun.

Hermione looked shocked, she was used to Ron going off his top, but she couldn't think of anything that she may have done the upset him; she glanced down at the notes on the table. Oh, she had forgotten to help Ron with his Professor Binns essay! She was about to run for her notes, but then remembered that her notes had been on the bedside table. She moaned and turned on the balls of her feet to face Ron's pink face.

"I'm really sorry Ron. I just burnt all my notes by accident." It was at this point that Hermione realised that she was in trouble too, as all of her work was lost as well. Hermione went white, 7 years at Hogwarts and not once had she failed to give a piece of homework in on time. Ron struggled for words, he had always been able to rely on Hermione and she had let him down. He ignored that funny little voice at the back of his head saying, "Why didn't you do it yourself, Ron?" He looked a Hermione, her eyes welling up and all anger passed as freely as the tears down her cheeks.

"Oh, Hermione" Ron whined as he went to hug Hermione in comfort. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get angry. Please don't cry."

It was at this time that Harry burst into the great hall, hand clutching a girls' hand. "Hey guys, this is …" He looked at his best friends embracing, only seeing the back of Hermione. Ron reacted quickly, releasing Hermione and looking into her eyes, briefly, before passing her and going to see who was with Harry. Hermione wiped away her tears and took a few moments to gather herself; she truly hated it when Ron was mad with her. That short, yet powerful glance into the deep, caring eyes made her feel strong too.

"Err, Like I was saying" Harry continued, he looked lovingly into the girls eyes, his chest puffed out with pride. "This is Sara, we are going out together" Hermione looked shocked, she span around quickly and looked into a pair of beautiful eyes, her hair was smooth and straight, a soft, dark brown. She had a perfect complexion and lightly coloured skin. She was easily the prettiest girl that Hermione had ever seen; she would have thought that she was part Veela, apart from the fact that all Veela had blonde hair.

She looked at Ron, typically he was staring. 'Shallow git,' she thought.

"Hi, you must be Hermione" Sara said in a warm comforting tone, she seemed pleasing enough, but Hermione didn't like her, mainly because of the way Ron was staring at her. She didn't even seem to notice! Suddenly Ron blurted out. "Hi, I'm Ron. Harry's best friend."

"Pleased to meet you Ron, Harry has told me so much about you. We only met yesterday, I arrived here yesterday too. I'm new, by the way. I spent most of my life in Iran, but my parents moved here. I'm in Gryffindor; the sorting hat doesn't usually sort unless it is September the first, but it told me that I was a special exception." Harry beamed at this comment, and said aloud "You certainly are special." Ron was still staring, bloody hell, why wouldn't he stop staring! "Awwww. That's sooooo sweeeeet! We stayed up all night talking." Sara continued, "We have so much in common. And of course he told me about you too, and… is that Ginny? Of course it is. So Hermione, Harry tells me that you are the brightest student in this school." She ended with a smile of perfect teeth.

"I have to go" Hermione said bluntly "I need to sort some things out" She ran out of the room, eyes filling with tears again. She ran all the way up to the picture of the fat lady mutter the password "Simmilus" and ran up to her own private dorm. She fell face down onto her bed, head in her hands, crying. How could he! After consoling me like that! How could he! Just staring at her! She's Harry's, not his, Harry's!". Ginny came up minuets later and sat down on the bed, next to where Hermione lay. The gentle sobbing slowed and Hermione rose, face red and blotchy.

"He's a jerk, Hermione. He is just a shallow minded jerk. He just doesn't understand girls. He doesn't realise."

"Why doesn't he just notice" Hermione sniffled. "At least then he could say something, give me something to work on." She looked into Ginny's eyes, warmth and love, radiating from them. Her thoughts strayed to the dream; she leant in.

Suddenly she realised what she was doing, she came back, pulling away, unsure as to what has happened. Ginny hadn't seemed to notice anything was wrong. "Come on Hermione, you don't want to miss History of Magic now do you." Ginny's eyes brightened. Hermione's dulled; she had forgotten that she had ruined her homework. A stone hit the bottom of her stomach, it pulled her down lower and lower. Ginny took her arm and pulled upwards, Hermione reluctantly followed.

"Bloody, stupid, dead, horrible, creepy, OLD MAN!" Ron shouted. "BARSTARD!" Ron and Hermione had both received detention, they had to categorise all the books in Professor Binns personal library, without magic. "There must over a thousand books in that Library, it's going to take us bloody ages!" Ron continued shouting and making a racket, for once Hermione didn't try to calm him down. She was too busy looking for Harry, someone that she could have a normal conversation with. She heard giggling, spun around and saw Harry and Sara in a corner, behind a cunningly placed pot plant that Hermione had never seem before. They started to kiss and Hermione turned away, she felt even angrier with Sara now, she took away her friend, her friend that she needed right now. Vicious jealousy built up inside her, a hand went for her wand. "Hermione, don't you have to say anything about this!" She looked at Ron, his face red yet again. She didn't like Ron when he was like this. He had a bad temper, but he wasn't violent.

"Yeah. Yeah. Its unfair, but we don't have a choice really." And with that thought, she passed down, to the Library so that she could start on her homework.

She wasn't surprised about the fact that Harry had made it down there quicker than she did, Harry knew all the shortcuts in this school; he had passed the test of his father. She was surprised that he had separated from that bimbo Sara. She went to sit down next to him, said hello, when Harry didn't answer she looked at the piece of parchment that he was writing on. It was a love–letter, Harry tapped it with his wand and it took the shape of a inflatable heart, and with the words "Invenire Sara" It flew off, out of the Library door and took a sharp right, the screams of 2nd years, as it knocked one of their hats off, followed.

"Look Harry, I am hear to talk to you about Sara…" Hermione started.

"I know" Harry interrupted through glazed eyes, "Beautiful isn't she. She thinks your kinda weird though Hermione, she doesn't think that you like her that much. After you ran away like that. "

"Well…"

"But I told her that that was ridiculous. Why wouldn't she like you I said? I know it's really early but, I think she's the one Hermione, you're the only girl I feel comfortable after that thing with Cho. But with Sara it is completely different."

"Harry…" There was a slight whistling sound as another letter, this time shaped as a pair of lips, flew passed her face, and landed on Harry's lips. They levitated there for a moment, and then fell onto the table. Harry rapidly unwrapped them, took a moment to read the message, hidden from Hermione's view. Then clearly wrote back on the same piece of paper. "Naughty, naughty." Then poked the paper with his wand, and they folded into a pair of devil horns, held together by a hair band. Then his whispered "Invenire Sara caput٠"

Hermione sighed, and then started on re-writing her homework, trying to ignore the constant barrage of paper shapes flying past her, getting more and more erotic.

Night soon came; it was time for Ron and Hermione, to do their detention. Hermione was dreading it; as much as she loved to spend time with Ron, it was becoming more and more awkward, as she just longed to reach out and touch his… "Are you ready then 'mione?" Secretly, Hermione hated it when he called her that but she never said anything about it. She really liked him, sometimes she didn't really know why. He would be mean sometimes say insensitive things, make comments about her hair, sometimes even call her fat. She was sure that he was joking but… Once they were out in one of the boats and he was having a race with Harry. Hermione was in Ron's boat but she fell out, Ron didn't stop and continued on leaving Hermione to swim and kick the offending Grindalow's that got too close.

But none the less, she liked him, even though he took her for granted. They made their way down to Binns office, in a solemn mood. Only making passing comments, Hermione thought that Ron still resented the fact that she had burnt her work, stopping him from copying, but he didn't say anything and Hermione was glad of this. When they reached his office, piles and piles of books, in all shapes and conditions, surrounded them. Some were clearly brand new and some looked like that had been around longer than Binns had. So they made a start, Hermione took control and basically told Ron what to do. He followed order like a robot, in full knowledge that Hermione, who spend half her life in the Library knew a lot more about this than he did.

They worked throughout the night, getting tired, slowing down. They had to be half way through the books by now. As Hermione's hand went down to pick up "A third and highly bias account on why the Goblin Revolutions of 1675 occur and how the wizards broke the law to confine them" Ron's hand landed a second before hers did. She felt the softness of his hand; he looked down at his hand and then raised his eyes to Hermione's, her hand still on top of his. Then at the same time they leant in.

A.N:Okaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy!!! I need to no how dirty to make the next chapter because I have some very good ideas, but I'm sure that my good friend Sara would not approve so I need a majority of peeps to say yes to the large amount of fluff before I can persuade her. Also that way I have no need to feel embarrassed when I show Lou my work. Plez tell me what you think and the amount of fluff I should add to the next one. I know it sound repetitive but I need to know. I want to make you happy.

= Find in Latin. Yeah I aint a dumbass I know that J.K write most if the spells in Latin and I have a Latin dictionary too. And as if I need to prove it again ٠= head.

Beta's note: Sorry everyone who's reading this….my stupid computer decided not to switch on so that I couldn't check the story, upload it etc…anyway, for future reference so that I don't have to permanently call myself "Beta", I'm the Lou that Chris keeps mentioning.