Contemplating Confusion

by ©SimbiAni™ and SweetieK

Summary: A joint effort between two dream-dazed fans, one who can't get enough sappiness, and one who has a tendency to surround herself in drama. In this episode of our adventures, Hermione realizes she has a crush on both Ron and Harry. How will she come to terms with this new issue, and who will she choose? No specific year, and complete AU.

Warnings: This fic is not to be taken seriously. It is the result of a non-HP-writing fan (well, who admittedly dreams HP though) reluctantly bribed into RP-ing HP with a drama princess. Although this has been edited to fic form (meaning, minus all the zany chat inbetween each other's posts), you must still expect to encounter lots of randomness, sillyness, grammatical errors, repetitiveness, loss of sense of time, probly OoC-ness too, and extreme lack of plot. Once more, this fic is here purely for your amusement. You have been warned. Enjoy! Hopefully it brings a smile to your face, hehehe...

Chapter Nineteen:

Secret Discussions

When Hermione entered, Ron and Harry (having got there about five minutes earlier) clapped cheesily.

"Hullo, 'Mione..." Ron said.

"Good morning, Hermione.." Harry greeted her.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. Okay. This was odd. After the night before, she even half-expected them to not speak to her. She suddenly had the idea she might still be dreaming. A very odd dream this was, then. Very odd, indeed. She blinked a few times before realizing she was awake.

"Morning..." she replied, feeling odd. She wasn't a morning person.

The boys chuckled.

"You know, it seems like just the thought of having detention has already taken its toll on our dear Hermione..." Ron mused.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, I'm just used to it now, and it was inevitable with the foolish idea of yours, Ron."

Ron smirked. "I wasn't the only hungry one here, or I'd be the only one with detention now, huh?"

Harry laughed. Then they noticed Hermione still standing. "Aren't you going to join us, 'Mione?" Harry patted the space next to him.

Hermione, still feeling quite dazed, sat next to Harry, looking around. Nope. She wasn't dreaming... She blinked again. "Hmm? Oh.. sorry. Still about ninety-eight percent asleep," she replied, waking up a little.

Ron gaped. "Ninety-eight? You'd wouldn't have made it out of bed if you were only two percent awake, haha. Maybe its more like fifty percent..."

Harry smiled, wrapping his arm round her shoulders. "Yup, its definitely the scary-canthappentome-thought of detention she's going through, hehe..."

Hermione shook her head. "I actually thought I was still dreaming. I was just about five percent awake," she replied, hoping to wake up more.

Ron chuckled. "You're still out of it. Since when would Hermione let herself make wrong calculations... hehe."

Harry nodded. "What are you doing today, 'Mione? We're going play chess after breakfast, then after lunch hit the quidditch field."

"I think I'll watch," she replied, shrugging. She was waking up slowly and was thankful. She would hate to run into a wall or something. That would really make her day terrible. Yup. All she needed was Malfoy insulting her because she had a black eye or a bloody nose. Her eyes went wide and she silently wondered what Malfoy would say if he found out about her and Harry. She laughed quietly at the thought.

"Oh, gosh, Harry- now that you two really together, how are you gonna let others know? Are you gonna let them guess, or start by telling our friends?" Ron questioned.

Harry didn't reply right away, but looked to Hermione to hear her opinion first of what they should do. Hermione's eyes went wide again.

"Uh.. it really doesn't matter to me... But it might matter to Malfoy," she said, grinning. She would love to see his reaction. He would hate the both of them even more! When he said something else about her being Harry's "Mudblood Girlfriend" the only thing she would object to was the Mudblood part. But.. her objecting to anything would just make Malfoy tease Harry that his girlfriend had to fight his battles...

Ron looked shocked. "Why would you bring that ferret into such a peaceful conversation? Altho, I do admit, he's really gonna flip over it... hehe..."

Harry nodded again. "Yea, he'd probly recover quickly though and jump straight to some stupid insult, like-" here, Harry mimicked Malfoy, causing Ron to double over in laughter. "Oh, it figures the potty hero would end up with his bookworm of a friend!"

Hermione laughed. "He might use the word Mudblood, like he always does, but oh well," Hermione replied, shrugging and grinning. She was ninety-nine percent awake now. Good! There would be no walking into walls.

Harry gazed at her. "So you're used to it now? No more freaking out like you care what he thinks?"

Ron grinned. "No matter how much she denies it, somehow Hermione always cares what people think of her.. well, close people anyways. Simply being your arch-enemy puts Malfoy on that map, Harry..." he chuckled.

Hermione nodded. That all was true.. except one thing. "I really don't care what he thinks. He's Draco-Pureblood-Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's son. The boy with the 'Daddy-DeathEater'. Of course I don't care what he thinks."

Harry cleared his throat. "Okay then, no more talk of the ferret. Onto breakfast!" He jumped up and headed for the portrait doorway.

"You two are the only morning people I know," she muttered, standing up and following Harry. "I think talking more about the ferret will ruin my appetite," she said, grinning.

Ron nodded. "Indeed, I've nearly lost mine... but you're the one who brought him up, Hermione!" he winked.

Hermione nodded. "But that was when I was hardly awake!" she protested, looking innocent.

Harry laughed. "Uh-huh... right then, lets keep moving, shall we?"

RP Disclaimer: Hermione is all SweetieK. Harry and Ron though, are SimbiAni's sappy expressions. Other chars' usage are varied, depending on whose RP turn it was, hehe.

Movie/Book Disclaimer: JKR and WB own the books and movies. I make no money off this zany sappiness, none at all. Honestly.