A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry but remember when I introduced Professor Scarlet? I said she was the new DADA teacher. Well, I messed up. It's supposed to be Muggle Studies...sorry for the confusion.

fanjimmy: Ron died at the hands of Voldemort, but that's all I can say for now. I am going to explain it later...it's one of those things that you just have to assume until it's actually revealed. LoL

The next day, Harry was sitting in his seat for Muggle Studies waiting for Professor Scarlet to come in. Ashley walked in and he looked up. She was looking for a seat. Harry reached behind him and patted on a desk. Ashley smiled and sat down.

Hermione walked over. "Hey!" she said to Ashley, "You're sitting in my seat."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay," Hermione said, as she sat in the chair nearest to her.

Professor Scarlet walked in. "Good morning, class."

"Good morning, Professor Scarlet," the class chimed.

"Today we are going to start a new lesson. Romeo and Juliet. An eternal love story. But before we begin, I want to ask you all what you know about love. What is love? Anyone care to volunteer?" Nobody raised their hands. "No one?" she decided to pick someone, "Ashley. You tell us. What is love?"

"Me? I don't know."

"Oh," she scanned the room to look for someone else, "Hermione. What is love?"

"Love?..." apparently, she didn't know either.

"Oh, forget it. Anyone else? How about, Harry. What is love?"

"Love? Love is friendship," Harry said. Hermione turned to look at him. He continued, "If she can't be my best friend, I can't be in love with her. Because without friendship, there is no love. It's simple. Love is friendship."

Hermione sat there wondering. Did he love her?

"Okay, Harry," Professor Scarlet said, "What an absolutely delightful thought. Love is friendship?"

Harry leaned his head back so that he could look at Ashley. She giggled slightly.

But Hermione didn't see any of that. She was in her own world. She was his best friend. If he loved her, did she love him?

In the hallway, Ashley was walking towards her next class. All of a sudden, her books and papers fell to the floor. Harry passed by and knelt down to help her clean up.

"So," he said holding out a Friendship Band, "Want to be friends?"

This time, she took it. Harry grinned to himself and walked off.

That night, all Ashley and Hermione of them were in their dormitories wondering.

Hermione was thinking about that day's class. Maybe I do really love him.

Ashley was thinking about Harry while holding the band he gave her. Wow, he's such a nice guy.

Hermione still sat there thinking. He's right about what he said. Something happens.

In the morning, the phone rang while Snape was still asleep. He got up, grumbling while he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Oh, sorry," Professor Scarlet's voice said, "This is Professor Scarlet."

"Oh!" He said, now fully awake, "Hey, Professor Scarlet."

"I hope I didn't disturb you and even if I did I'm sure you don't mind."

"Of course not," he said, muffling the phone so he could giggle like a young schoolgirl.

"Anyway, I called to tell you that the set up for the Seventh Year Ball is complete. So far, things are going smoothly. The singer will be here on time."

"All thanks to you, Miss Scarlet."

"And it's all for you, Mister Snape."

"Really, Andrea?"

"Really, Severus."

Snape fell off his bed at her last comment.

A/N: I know Snape seems out of character, but I just wanted this story to be humorous in some sort of way. I mean, you can't blame me! LoL