A/N: First let me say thanks to all the reviews. They make my day :) Also... this chapter is a little weird in terms of POV changes. It's all from Ron's Pov, but when i first started the chapter a few days ago i wasn't quite sure how I wanted to do the story so it changed about half way through the chap...but I've figured it out now and it'll be more consistent from now on...

Last chapter…

As he entered the boys dormitory he paused.

"I don't know. But I'm sure going to find out." He gave the extremely perplexed Hermione another slight smirk and closed the door.

As the door was latching shut, he could have sworn he heard an "Honestly Ron.." drifting up from below...

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'Alright…so maybe that last part didn't come out quite as….debonair as I would have liked…'

As I closed the dormitory door, my eyes slowly began to adjust to the dim light of the room. When they did, I began to realize that there were four lumps that appeared to be sitting on the bunks. Which meant that... nobody was asleep and they surely heard the argument between me and Her-

"So Ron…you and your girlfriend had another argument did you?" It was Seamus.

"Hey," Harry interjected. 'Shut it Seamus."

"Thank you Harry." I shot a glare at Seamus. An innocent look appeared on Seamus' faces as if he was surprised that he angered me with his comment. Yeah right.

"Didn't you hear, Seamus? They're engaged!" Harry along with the others erupted into sniggers. And here I thought he was standing up for me.

I could feel my face growing red. Hopefully in the dim light it wouldn't be too noticeable.

"Awwww…little Ronniekins is turning redddd." Dean taunted in a baby voice.

Drats.

"So you all were eavesdropping then?"

"No," Harry said. "How could we not hear? You two were screaming loud enough to wake the dead?"

"Or at least the headmaster." Seamus sniggered.

"So," An inquisitive look appeared on Harry's face. "What exactly did you say to her this time."

I threw up my arms in frustration. "Why does everyone always assume that it was me who started the row?"

"Because," Dean began nonchalantly as he moved to turn the lights brighter. "It always is you who starts the row."

I thought for a second. "Well… maybe your right. Butit wasn't this time! All I wanted to know was why she was biting her nails! And then he had to go and call me daft in the headand you know I certainly couldn't take that! And of course she had to-"

" Wait. So you're telling me that you two woke up the whole Gryfifndor tower because of your fighting….and it was over something a silly nervous habit like biting fingernails?" Harry shook his head. "I tell you mate, you two are getting worse every day."

"Yea," A sly smile appeared on Seamus' face. "Why don't you go and push her in the broom closet and snog her senseless already."

"What?" My eyes widened in shock. "I do not want to snog Hermione senseless!"

"There goes the cheeks again!" bemused Dean.

Another eruption of laughter.

"All right… all right." Said Harry in between sniggers. "Well leave you alone."

"Yea surrre we wi-" Harry socked Dean in the shoulder. "Yea we'll quit." Dean said sourly.

"But seriously," said Harry. "What in Merlin's name were you talking about when you said 'I don't know…. But I'm to find out?'"

Ron was silent for a second, trying to decide whether or not it was safe to let them in on his plans. He surveyed the looks on amusement on Dean and Seamus' faces and the look of concern on Harry's.

Ron lied. "I don't know. I was just making it up as I went to confuse Hermione." Ron looked at the disappointed looks on his roommates faces. "I'm tired so… I'm going to call it a night."

The look of disappointment on Harry's face grew even deeper. "Alright then," He said huskily." Goodnight."

Harry's anger was justified. Ron usually told his best friend almost everything, but this time, he had a feeling that it would probably be best if Harry wasn't in on it.

Ron slid into the covers.

He really wanted to use this time to try and think about who he would ask about Hermione's erm...problems. However thinking came hard enough to him during the day, and at the end of a tiresome day...it might as well be impossible.

'I'll figure this out tomorrow…..'

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After a goodnight's sleep, Harry's anger toward Ron had worn off, and together they headed down to the common room to wait for Hermione.

"I wish she would hurry up! Ron complained. "I'm so hungry I could eat a Stashaline."

"It's Stoshaline Ron. And I wouldn't be so keen on eating one if I were you…seeing as how their skin excretes poisonous gas when pressure is applied to it and all." Hermione shook her head. "Honestly, Ron... one day off of Care of Magical Creatures and you forget everything you learn."

"So I see you've two made up then? Harry asked.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If you're asking if Ron apologized," she said. "He didn't. I just decided that I would be the mature one between the two of us and forget about it. Arguing all the time gets a tad tiresome after a while…don't you agree, Ron?"

A confused expression appeared on Ron's face. "Errrrrm… yea…?"

'What is going on here? Hermione? Ending an argument before I've apologized?'

"Hermione?"

"Yes, Ron?"

"Are you feeling alright? You must be hungry or something."

Now it was Hermione's turn to look confused. "What are you talking ab-"

Someone tapped Ron on the shoulder.

"RON!" It was Ginny.

"What?" An annoyed look appeared on Ron's face. It seemed that Ginny always seemed to interrupt at all the wrong times. "Can't you see me and Hermione are in the middle of a conversation here?"

Ginny glared her eyes at him. 'Fine." A sly smile formed on her lips. "Then I suppose I'll just leave this parchment on the hearthrug where I found it…."

It was his list.

"No!" Ron shouted.

"Ron," Harry asked. "What's going on?"

"Yea," Hermione looked interested. "What's gotten in to you?"

"Errm… you two just..ermm … you two go on to breakfast. I have to speak to Ginny here about….ermm… some ….s tuff."

Harry and Hermione raised their brows at Ron. "Alright." Hermione said. "What ever you say…"

Ron watched them slowly walk towards the door. Hermione whispered something to Harry and his head shook in agreement. Before they disappeared, Hermione glanced back with a concerned expression on her face. Ron hoped Ginny would send her some sort of girl code that meant: Ron's okay. He's just having a little moment…that's all. Or maybe something like: "Ron will be on his way shortly. Worry not.

Instead, Ginny smiled.

'Oh well…that would have to do.'

When they were safely out of earshot, Ginny began.

"All right Ron. I'll be the first to tell you. You've done some pretty weird stuff in the past. Trying to charm the cabinets so they'll only open to you…dyeing your hair fuchsia…" Ron opened his mouth to protest. "Even if it was...'accidental' "Ginny smirked. "Oh! and we can't forget about the time I caught you trying on mom's dress robes-"

"How many times do I have to tell you! I was not trying them on! I was simply…erm…uh…"

"Exactly."

Ginny: 1 Ron: 0.

"Whatever. What you were or were not doing with mom's dress robes is not the point. What is the point is the fact that this piece of parchment here tops all of your weird acts to date. Trying to decode Hermione's mind are you?" Ginny's eyes widened with worry. "Please don't tell me you've gone and tried to put a spell on her because you know you and spells don't exactly mix. Although…that might explain why she's been acting sort of weird lately….but I thought I knew why-"

"See! You've noticed it too then?

"Well… yes but it's obvious that it's because of y-"

"I knew it!"

Ginny smiled. "So you've finally figured out that she-"

"Now if only I could figure out why she's acting so weird."

Ginny sighed. "Honestly, Ron… sometimes you are so thickheaded.

"What? What do you mean by that?"

"Oh… nothing."

Ron threw up his hands in frustration. 'Girls sometimes….'

Ginny smirked. "You know… you ought to be thanking me."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Do you know how lucky you are that it was me who was the first one down this morning? It could have easily been someone else who is not as nice and caring as I. Like Dean for instance" Ron gulped. "Or Parvati…" He gulped again. "Or even worse…." Ginny's voiced deepened in an over dramatic way." Hermione herself! You know… maybe one of them might want to see this…"

'Ughh I'm going to kill her one day….'

"You're right, okay? Thank you Ginny. You're a lifesaver."

"Hmmm… is that all I am?"

"Erm…. yes?"

Ginny scowled. "Ohhh Deannnnn. I have something here that might intrest-"

"I mean uhh you pretty and…errmm…charming..and umm…caring….and ermmm…uhhh…"

Ginny giggled. "Why thanks Ronniekins! It's nice to finally be appreciated. "

He sighed in frustration. "Relax Ron. I was just joking. You know I would never do anything like that to you." She smiled. "In fact, I came here this morning to help you."

Ron's arms crossed in a defensive manner. "And exactly what do you think I need help with?"

"By the looks of this parchment," She smirked. "Everything….with emphasis on Hermione."

"…. I'm listening."

"So for instance. You want to know why all of a sudden Hermione's biting her nails."

"Yea…"

"Well why do you run your fingers through your hair sometimes?"

'I don't know. I guess it's a nervous habit or something! But what does that have to do with Hermione?"

"Ron," Ginny sighed. "There are some things that you have to figure out on your own, so I'm not going to spell it out for you…but girls and boys, though they are extremely different, do have a lot in common sometimes."

"Ginny! You sound like your trying to give me the 'birds and the bees' speech! And you're making absolutely no sense here. I understand your trying to help me here… so I hate to tell you this…. but you seem to be confusing me more than anything!

"Ron!" Ginny closed here eyes and took several deep breaths. "Alright Ginny… stay calm…keep you patience…."

"Ginny!" Ron was beginning to loose patience. "I hear my stomach talking and I don't think I can ignore it much longer!"

"All right Ron! "Ginny snapped. "We'll continue this after breakfast."

"Thank you. And would you hand me that." Ron reached for his parchment. "With all the moodswings you girls have… I think it will be safer with me."

As Ron headed for the doorway Ginny snickered almost inaudibly. "That's what you think.