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Authors Note: Oh my, how sweet you all are! Such nice reviews! Keep 'em rolling and get more action! ;) So, how do you like the plot of Lavender trying to steal Ron? Thought I could play with it a little :) Keep R&R, people! And enjoy the chappie!

The next two weeks was a happy blurr to Ron. Hermione was his. He was hers. They were each others. He couldn't believe it.

At breakfast one day, he could feel Hermione sneak her hand into his, as she did every morning. It was tricky business, but after some time Ron had learned to eat bacon and eggs with only one hand.

A few people away was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Lavender looked over at Ron and smiled. She then turned to Parvati.

"That boy's gonna be mine," she said confidently.

Parvati shook her head.

"He's going out with Hermione," she said.

"Today he is," Lavender snickered, "tomorrow he won't be."

Parvati looked genuinly confused.

"Why wouldn't he?" she asked incredously. "I mean, they don't look like they're gonna fight or break up or anything, and –"

"Parvati!" Lavender sighed loudly. "I mean that I – aw, screw it, just pass the toast, will you?"

Later the same day Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor common room looking at the radio her parents just sent her. She'd told them she missed muggle music, and here it was. Suddenly the door opened and in came Ron and Harry, bickering about Chudley Cannons new seeker.

"Hi boys," she greeted them, and they said hi back.

"What's that?" Ron asked while sitting down next to her and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"It's a radio," she answered, "a muggle thing."

Ron pressed the 'on' button, and a radio talkers voice sounded in the room. Ron jumped.

"Sweet Merlin," he shrieked, "it talks! It bloody talks!"

Harry and Hermione laughed at him while he hid behind his chair.

"Make it stop!" he screamed. "It's talking about 'taxes'! That just can't be good!"

Hermione pressed the 'off' button and turned around to look at her boyfriend.

"You're such a wuss," she grinned, "you know that, right?"

"Yeah?" Ron whimpered. "Why don't you come... down here and say that again, huh?"

Harry just smiled at them while they kissed.

"Okay, guys," he said after a little while, "enough with the snogging already. Pay respect to the man who's not getting any."

Ron and Hermione stopped kissing and turned to Harry.

"You and Ginny're fighting again, eh?" Ron asked.

"Yep," Harry answered gloomy. "She thinks I just want to snog her."

"But Harry," Hermione asked, "that's not true right? You like Ginny for who she is?"

"Of course," Harry gasped and then continued. "I bloody love her."

"Hey, that's my sister!" Ron growled, and then added. "You'd better love her."

Harry smacked him playfully on the shoulder.

"'Course I do," he grinned, "what's there not to love?"

Then the door opened and in came Ginny.

"Why, hello 'Mione, Ronniekins," she said and then turned to Harry, "snog crazy... stupid person."

Harry just stared at her disbelievingly, then he shook his head.

"Gin, come on," he said, "we need to talk."

"Talk?" Ginny laughed. "Talk? Do you really think that I'm gonna –" she looked into Harrys irresistable puppydog eyes "well, alright."

He took her hand and dragged her with him out of the common room. Ron and Hermione looked at each other and smiled.

"They'll work it out," Hermione said. "They always seem to."

"Yeah," Ron said, "I know. I just can't believe how grown-up she's gotten."

"Hard to understand, I know," Hermione agreed. "Up for a snog?"

"Why not?"

They grinned at each other and kissed. It didn't last very long before someone came in through the door. It was Lavender, wet and wearing only a towel.

"Oops, I'm so so sorry, guys!" she overexaggerated. "I didn't think there'd be anyone in here at this hour. So sorry, I'll just be up in the dorm. G'night Ron, see you later Hermione."

Hermione just stared after her. What the bloody hell was she up to! They had showers in the dorms! She noticed how she walked with a backwards wriggle and suddenly it hit her. Ron! She wanted Ron! And when she looked at him she saw that he too was staring at where Lavender had climbed the stairs.

"Ronald!" she scowled. "Don't you look at her!"

"What?" he asked disbelievingly. "I wasn't watching her! I mean Iwas watching her, but I wasn'twatching her!"

"Oh, just put a cork in it!" Hermione shouted, turned around and followed in Lavenders footsteps.

After her, she left a boy who got more and more confused by the moment.