A/N: hello guys! Extremely long time no see! Well its been about a year since ive written ANYTHING for ff. and today when I was reading through my old mail folders I ran across the folder where I kept all of my old fan fics reviews… and being the bored girl that I am I decided to read them. And I did. Each and everyone. And I suppose they did their job as reviews because they made me realize that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if I started back writing again… soooo here I am. Sorry it look 12 months but hey better late then never!

Butt ne ways…. The begging of this was written last summer and I decided to go on with it. It was originally intented to be a one shot ((like mostly all of my other works)) but as it got more involved I decided to make it a short ficlet… so here ya go! (( if It sucks and isn't up to par with my other works… gimme some slack… im 12 months rusty! Lol))

ps. anything in italics AND quotes is Ron's/ Hermione's/whoever's thoughts.

Disclaimer: jkr owns It idont.

What About My Nails?

Chapter One: The Impossible Yet Crucial Task Of Decoding Hermione's Mind

"Goodnight, Harry." Hermione looked up from her nails to wish her best friend goodnight.

"Yea. See you tomorrow, mate."

Ron watched as his best friend climbed the staircase to his dormitory. Harry gave Ron a knowing smile as he passed by the banister. Ron found that latley, he was on the recieving end of alot of those little...smirks. Ron wasn't so sure that he liked it. But alas, there seemed to be nothing he could do about it.

Then... they were alone. Like most nights, Ron and Hermione were the last ones in the commonroom. She was always busy helping him complete an assignments he'd waited to the last minute to start, and he was always...well... busy receiving help on an assignment he'd waited until last minute to start. Tonight was no different.

...Except... it was.

Hermione sat in the comfy arm chair by the fire. Ron sat across from her studying his homework.

Of course, that's not what he was really doing. He was studying, that much was true. But the subject of his attention was on...

Hemione.

What was different tonight? Ron furrowed his brow in concentration. He studied her. And she was studying…her nails?

Now there's something new. Hermione never did that!

But wait. That wasn't entirely true. Lately he had been noticing Hermione doing a lot of things that she usually didn't do. For example, the other day, Ron noticed her twirling her hair in her fingers! Now that particular action was extremely upsetting.

Ron looked up at Hermione. She no longer looking at her nails, but now, she was doing something even worse! She was biting them! He watched her intently. She was gnawing on her nails, and tearing them, and…

Acting like a girl!

Ron threw his hands to his mouth to stifle his scream.

'Hermione…acting like a girl?'

Ron's eyebrows furrowed in thought.

And for a full six seconds… he thought…well at least tried. But his attempts were unsuccessful. Thinking wasn't always his strong spot.

'Hermione is biting her nails…and twirling her hair… and that's just plain weird. What is she thinking?"

And then it clicked.

The key to decode this….riddle was to think…like a girl.

Ron sighed. This was going to be impossible. Ron could barely think as it is, and now he had to think like the most intelligent, perplexing, deceptive, and not to mention beautiful girl in Hogwarts.

'Beautiful…?'

He wasn't so sure about that last part. Well… that also wasn't entirely true. Hermione was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. It was one of the only things he was sure about. That… and chocolate frogs. They were definitely beautiful too.

Hermione let out a sigh and put her nails to her face as if inspecting them.

Luckily, that brought Ron back to reality.

'Hmmm.. where was I… ahh yes. Girls. And thinking like them at that!'

Ron began to hypothesize.

'Exactly how does one begin to hypothesis?'

Ron scanned the room in hopes of locating an object that would aid him on his quest for knowledge.

His eyes wandered left and right…then up and down… and finally landed on a quill that was resting in his hand.

Once again, that handy dandy clicking began to occur in his brain.

Ron picked up his and began to write a title on his parchment.

"The (impossible yet extremely crucial) Task of Decoding Hermione's Mind"

This was going to be a long night.