Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. JK Rowling does. I don't think I own anything in this. Besides, if I did own Harry Potter, would I really be writing on a fan fiction site?

Authors note: Written pre-HBP. Only a third of the way through when I wrote this. Know some secrets, but will not reveal yet.

Chapter 1

Argumentative Hermione.

Enter Ron's mind...

God, Hermione can argue a lot. She seems to be able to find faults with everything. Correcting teachers often, and always poking at Harry and my's work. It can get really annoying. What am I saying? It IS annoying. Always. Whenever she just mentions one little fault, even in disguise, I always recognise it, and get frustrated. Always poking. Always prodding. Nothing is ever good enough for Hermione. Never. No one will ever meet her expectations it seems. Viktor Krumm got somewhere, but Hermione's given up on him now. He still tries, the poor guy.

What am I saying? I don't feel sorry for Krumm one measly bit! Just because he's a famous seeker doesn't mean he can get anybody, 'specially Hermione. Even the famous ones don't meet her expectations anymore. I'm not even sure if they used to. But Harry's scar must of had something to do with friendship at the start, right? Who makes friends with someone just because they look kind? Okay... not the best example, but still. I still think she befriended Harry because of his scar at the start. She's become more mature since then. Now, we really are friends. But, she still pokes. Like a bossy female friend does.

It just gets on my nerves sometimes, and I always wish it doesn't. I don't like being mad at Hermione. And it makes me mad at myself. And, of course, that is extremely confusing. I just can't stand being mad at one of the best friends I've ever had, and I feel that she's drifting away. Soon, she may get on with another life, and become a gossiping Lavender. I'll just have to go after Fluer instead... but I think Bill's already got her.

Nothing EVER goes for me. Ronald Weasley. God, I need more of a life.

'Ron... did you just get that spell wrong again?'

Ron looked up, his wand smoking slightly as he slowly came out of dream-land. He looked up at the girl in front of him, her bushy brown hair falling over her face slightly, while she gave him the 'I know you are. Your answer won't change that' look.

Ron gave a slight sniff, smelling the fumes emitting from the end of his wand in disgust. He didn't answer Hermione. Just sat there, looking at his smoking wand.

'Ron... concentrate' she said, knowledgeably, 'Hold your wand firmly, and make sure you pronounce all of the syllables.'

Ron listened carefully, as she started to throw the advice at him, and he quickly started to obey. 'Lacarnum, Inflamari' he muttered, a warm, blue fire suddenly appearing in the fireplace. He smiled triumphantly, before a red flame ate it up.

'I don't understand why you couldn't do that charm, Ron' Hermione said, gazing at the natural flame, 'I've been able to do it since first year.'

Ron grumbled, before coming up with, 'I forgot, okay?'

Hermione gave a slight frown. 'Well... make sure you don't forget anything important. Or a spell that might come in handy, Ron.'

'I should remember all the really important ones' he reassured her, with a roll of his eyes. She gave a smile, before turning her head to see a boy enter. His raven hair stuck out at odd angles, and his eyes were a vibrant, emerald green. But, the most noticeable thing was the lightening scar on his forehead.

'Harry' Hermione said, giving a smile, her perfectly even teeth showing. Ever since the incident with Draco, and her charmed teeth, she had a perfect smile.

'State the obvious, 'Mione' Ron muttered, though he hadn't actually meant to. His mouth never seemed to obey him. She gave him a small glare, before stating, 'Don't insult the one who just helped you master a simple spell, Ronald.'

Ronald... Why does she call me that? God... it's not as good as 'Ron'. She made friends with 'Ron'. Not 'Ronald'. She sounds kind of like mum when she's angry. 'RONALD WEASLEY!' They must be buddies...

What the hell am I thinking?

He blinked, Hermione looking at him expectantly. She gave a shrug, giving up on any comeback by the redhead.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron, who was giving them both a blank look. What had he missed while he was thinking?

'Ron? Do you think we should continue the DA?' Harry asked him, to change the subject, as he had missed out on it. Plus, he didn't want to be stuck in the middle with them throwing insults at each other, even if Ron had spoken a bit late.

'I-I guess' Ron stammered, before nodding at the change of subject, 'Sure. Learn a lot of spells... though we don't really have a point anymore.'

'I think fighting V-Voldemort is a point, Harry' Hermione said, slumping into an armchair, and gazing at the flames as they danced.

'Yeah. We need to learn those spells, in case of an encounter. You know He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has got the Dementors, that used to patrol Askaban Prison. We need to work on the Patronus.'

'Okay... the DA will go on. By the way Ron, Quidditch tryouts are this weekend. You're going to go for Keeper again, right?'

'Of course' Ron said, glancing at the two, 'Something to do in the spare time.'

'I think you know you don't have much spare time, Ron' Hermione said, 'You're going for N.E.W.Ts now. Harder than OWLS. A lot more studying. And you know that Professor Mcgonnagal is a big fan of making you work hard to get the grades you need. And--'

'And the new Defence Against the Dark Arts is a hard one too' Ron said, finishing her lecture, with a grin, 'We know, Hermione. We've already got it done. A whole free block to ourselves. By the way, thanks for that essay you left on the armchair. It was a big help. I kept forgetting the attributes of werewolves, and wolves.'

Hermione scowled. 'I knew I left one... I just knew it! Ronald, how dare you copy my work!'

'I didn't copy it word for word!' Ron reassured her, flailing his arms slightly to calm her down, 'I just used yours as a guide. Aren't I learning great, 'Mione?'

Hermione looked at Ron, as he gave her a grin. 'I gue– You should--' Hermione didn't know what to say. Sure, he had copied her work... but he was just using it as a guideline, and adding his own junk to it...

Hermione frowned slightly. She was growing soft toward Ron.

Harry peered at Hermione closely. 'Something wrong?' he asked her, suspiciously.

She shook her head, smiling slightly. 'Let's just enjoy the free block' she said, 'Food? Chess? Exploding Snap?'

Ron and Harry looked at each other, raising an eyebrow. She's starting to lighten up! Ron thought, happily, But is that bad? Will she change entirely?

He felt slightly uneasy, before Hermione gave him a reassuring smile. The one that showed her perfectly straight teeth, before she leaned back, to watch the two play their games happily. No book. No work. Just watching the game.