A/N-I'm usually in the X-men section, but I thought I'd branch out. This is my first Harry Potter fic so we'll see how I do. The setting is in their sixth year and right now Voldemort isn't an immediate threat. I hope you enjoy and please review, it helps a lot to have some feedback. And constructive criticism is always welcome.

Angel Eyes

"Ron. Ron. Ron!" a voice filtered into Ron's head, penetrating the thick sleep he had been immersed in.

"What?" he said groggily, pushing back his covers.

"Classes, have you forgotten already?" Ron squinted as his best friend, Harry, pulled on his robes. "You're not going to have breakfast if you don't hurry."

Ron groaned, sitting up from his soft, down bed. He rubbed sleep from his eyes to get a better view of Harry. "What if I just skip. Do you think the professors would notice?"

"First day of classes? Don't bet that they wouldn't." Harry gave him a lopsided grin. "Come on, I'll wait for you in the common room, Hermione's probably down there already." Harry threw Ron's ropes at him before departing.

Ron's thoughts lingered momentarily on flopping back into bed before he groaned and forced himself into his clothes.

"There you are," Hermione's voice carried up the stairwell. "We'd thought we'd lost you."

"Yeah, nearly," his voice was light, but almost stopped in his throat at the sight of her. That's weird. Ron shook his head, brushing off the passing feeling.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Well…are you coming?"

Ron furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't even realize he had stopped walking. "Uh, yeah. Let's go." He hurried after Harry who was sniggering heartily.

"What?" he asked in an undertone while following Hermione's lead.

"What do you mean, what? You definitely gave her a look."

"Excuse me, Hermione? Are you serious? She's been our best friend for the past five years! She's like-like a guy! I could never give her a look! "

Harry shrugged, his grin still lingering. "I'm just saying you got this look in your eye like you've never seen anything like her."

"I'll have you know I was looking at Neville's nimbolus mimbletonium or whatever that thing is called. It had wings!" he said indignantly when Harry started laughing again.

"Whatever mate, let's just get some food. I'm starved."

Ron let Harry catch up to Hermione before falling behind. He shook his head. What was that? He certainly never had feelings for Hermione before, so what was different? He didn't have long to ponder before they were in the Great Hall having their schedules passed to them.

"Oh joy, we're with the Slytherins again for Care of Magical Creatures," Hermione pointed out, looking at Ron's schedule.

Harry made a small noise while digging into his cereal but remained silent otherwise.

Hermione sighed. "Maybe he's matured. You never know what could happen to a someone over a period of several months. Malfoy could be a completely different person," she turned to Ron as she began to say more, but faltered and stopped at the look he was giving her.

"Hermione, you know as well as I do that Malfoy will always be a slimy little git no matter what happens."

"Yeah, I don't care if the summer lasted a century, nothing'll ever change that personality," added Harry.

"I hope you aren't talking about me, Potter," said an all too familiar voice behind Harry's shoulder. "Cause I think that means I'll have to issue a detention. Say tomorrow night?"

"Mr. Malfoy, I don't think it's a good idea to be giving ungrounded detentions right in front a teacher, do you?" said Professor McGonagall making her way from the head table.

Malfoy whipped around to face the professor. "Well I don't think that Potter has the right to be saying such rude things about prefects when-"

"Malfoy, just go sit down," Professor McGonagall said, her lips set in a thin line.

Malfoy turned to Harry and shot him a quick glare before stalking away. McGonagall sighed as she watched him go and then turned her attention back to the rest of them.

"And you three better be watching yourselves as well," and without another word, the professor headed towards Dumbedore with a grin.

"I can't believe that old hag would give us homework on our first day back!"

Harry and Ron were making they're way down from the North Tower to lunch. Professor Dumbledore had explained at the opening feast that students could sign up for the Divination teacher of their choice, those being Professor Trelawney and Firenze. But do to the severe lack of participation forTrelawney's class, the headmaster was forced to pursuade some rather disappointed students to give up their classes with the centaur for one semester. This decision was a source of complaining among many students.

"I just don't understand it," Ron mumbled as he shifted his bookbag to his other shoulder. "He's supposed to favor you, why'd he stick us with her?"

"Maybe he thought it'd be good for you," said Hermione, joining them as they entered the Great Hall.

Ron groaned as he took a seat next to Harry. "I just don't understand it. I mean, Harry's played the hero about a million times and look at how he repays us!"

Hermione made a small coughing noise and raised her eyebrows at Ron. Ron dipped his head down and started ladling food onto his plate. They still had to watch what they said around Harry, even though Sirius' death had been over two months, he hadn't been willing to discuss the subject.

"So, Harry, what did Trelawney assign you?" asked Hermione, trying to lead the conversation into a different direction.

"Er, something about reading auras…I can't really remember."

Hermione let out a small sigh. "Are you two ever going to start paying attention in class?"

"Yeah, sure, if there's ever a time when we can't just get notes from you," Ron said, looking up from his plate.

"Well, I don't know if you've forgotten but I don't take Divination anymore. I haven't since our third year, Ron."

"Yeah, yeah. I remember alright. That was the day you beat the crap out of Malfoy, too," Ron said, reminiscing. "Man, those were the good days."

Hermione smiled. "Yeah, and that's when Sirius-" she cut off, casting Harry a furtive glance. His head was down so she couldn't read his expression.

"I think I'm gonna go to the library for a bit," Harry stood and gathered his books. "I have some things to do." He gave them both a fleeting smile before turning to leave.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it. She and Ron exchanged sad glances before eating their lunch in silence.

A/N-It wasn't the best start, but I promise it'll develop the more I update.