Author's Note: Hello! I was going to update faster, but I had a very short writer's block in the middle of the chapter. Anyway, here it is! Chapter six. Enjoy and review!

Ron woke up late on Saturday morning. All the boys were out of the dormitories, except Neville, whom was reading and stroking Trevor on his bed. Ron sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning, Ron," Neville greeted him happily.

"G'Morning..." Ron replied, throwing his legs over the side of his bed to get up. He still had his robes on from yesterday, they were giving off a stale smell. He quickly took them off and pulled some new ones on.

"About time you got up, it's almost noon," Neville said after Ron had pulled his robes on. "Normally even you don't sleep that long. Anything wrong?"

"Nothing, Neville. Just couldn't sleep," Ron lied, adding a hint of annoyance to his voice so Neville might get the hint to stop talking to him. He didn't.

"Oh, I bet you're worried about Hermione, huh?" He went on, marking his spot in the book and closing it. "I would be too. So, I can't blame you. After all, Hermione is really nice and smart. I'm surprised she hasn't had a boyfriend before now." He let Trevor hop away as he sat up straight. He looked at Ron, waiting for a reply.

"Uh, yeah... look, as exciting as this conversation has been, I gotta go," Ron said, inching toward the door.

"Oh, where are you going?" Neville asked with interest.

"Library," Ron lied again. He really just wanted to get some lunch and then wander around the grounds. Maybe find Harry, since he clearly wasn't here. He needed to start a... spying phase in this little case. And his target was Harry... especially in the company of Hermione.

When the word had slipped out of his mouth, Neville's eyes lit up. "Hey, I have that potions report on the Elixir of Life and it's different variations I still have to finish. Want to go work on that?" He offered, reaching over for his bag that held his books and supplies. Ron's stomach lurched. Why couldn't Neville just leave him alone.

"Actually, Neville, I have that done," Ron's mouth was starting to taste bad from all these lies he was telling. Normally, telling lies wouldn't bother him, but telling so many to Neville just seemed... mean. In fact, Ron still had eight inches left to write on that stupid report.

"Perfect! Then you can help me get it done!" Neville replied, a smile on his face.

"Well..." Ron started, but then really thought about it and sighed. "Okay, get your stuff. Mind if we get lunch first?" Neville scrambled off his bed and grabbed his bag.

"Sure! Let's go!" He stood up and walked over to Ron.

"Hey, do you know where Harry went by chance?" Ron asked as they walked out into the corridor. Neville shifted his bag and bit his lip.

"Hmm... I haven't seen him since breakfast. He didn't come back to the common room or dormitory. Actually, I haven't seen Hermione either, now that I think about it," Neville replied. Ron looked forward and narrowed his eyes.

"I figured..." He mumbled. Neville looked at him.

"Wait... do you reckon Harry and Hermione are together?"

"I don't know. But I reckon something is going on between them," He stated. "But never mind. I guess I've been ditched for the day. You want to hang out with me instead? I guess I have something you could help me do..." He added, a small smirk forming on his face.

"Like what?"

"Well, I have someone keeping their eye on Hermione. And I want you to keep an eye on Harry. Okay?"

"Why can't you?"

"Because it'll be to obvious if I am asking questions and watching him all the time. Since I already had a fight with him about this whole thing, and said I suspected him of being the secret boyfriend..."

"Ahhh," Neville let out, nodding.

"So, will you help me?"

"Sure, Ron, and I'm just as curious as you. So I have no guilt of spying for you."

"Thanks," Ron said gratefully, a small smile on his face. Maybe this wouldn't be to hard to figure out, with all the help he's been getting suddenly. The two walked into the Great Hall and took a seat by Ginny, who must have been waiting for Ron. As soon as he sat down, she dropped her fork and began whispering in his ear.

"Okay, this is what I've gathered so far. Today I saw her with Harry, Seamus, and some Ravenclaw boy the most. She seemed really in place with Harry and the Ravenclaw kid, if you know what I mean," She stopped and eyed Neville for a moment.

"So..." Ron began.

"Wait, there's more," Ginny interrupted. "I asked Hermione about the Ravenclaw boy in a casual kind of way. She told me they had met over the summer and had been getting a little more than just good acquaintances. I'm a little suspicious of that... plus, she said that they had been having... 'study sessions' in preparation for the exams coming up. Said they wanted to help each other snatch a good few O.W.L.s... heh, yeah right," Ginny rolled her eyes and then smirked.

"Ginny, you are amazing. But at the same time I want to hit you, for that was a little more than I really wanted to know," Ron said.

"Yeah, but you needed to know it, so it doesn't matter if you didn't want to know."

"Uh... yeah. Anyway, just keep up the good work and I'll check in with you later. Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Ginny replied and started to get up. "Oh yeah, and if you want to find Harry and Hermione, they are out by the lake." She sounded somewhat jealous when she said that, making Ron wonder if his little sister still had an innocent crush on Harry. He raised his eyebrow. Or maybe not so innocent. Ginny had really been plowing through the guys in the last year or so, maybe that reoccurring lonely feeling was rekindling her feelings for him. Ron shrugged to himself. Oh well, this isn't about Ginny right now. I have to concentrate on my problems first. He thought as he watched Ginny walk out of the hall.

"Wonder why we never heard about this Ravenclaw guy," Neville said as they began getting their food.

"She's a girl, Neville," Ron replied.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning we won't understand over half the things she does."

"You are so smart, Ron."

"Really."

"Yeah, really. In fact, you should write a book."

"A book?"

"Yeah, you should write a book on things everyone already knows."

"That's nice."

"Mmmhmmm..."

"You know what, Neville?"

"What?"

"You should write a book too. One on stupid comebacks."

"At least I'd make more money than you."

"Ouch, that should leave a mark," Ron turned around to find Harry standing behind them.

"I didn't ask for your input, Potter," He said cooly.

"Back to calling each other by our last names, hmm?" Harry replied.

"Shouldn't you be out with your girlfriend?" Ron shot at him. Harry slammed his hand on the table, making Ron look up at him.

"We've already been through this! Hermione is not my girlfriend!" He yelled. The Great Hall fell silent, everyone was trying to listen in on the conversation, or they had been brought to attention by the racket Harry had made.

"Don't lie..." Ron whispered.

"Why would I lie about that? Do you want me to go out with her? Do you want to solve some big mystery and hold a grudge on the two of us? Because that can be done! I'm not stopping you, Ron. Quit acting like a small child that is throwing a tantrum because things aren't going your way," Harry finished, there was a flash of fire in those green eyes. They stared at each other for a good few minutes before McGonagall stormed over to them from the staff table.

"Making this kind of commotion at lunch-time is completely unacceptable. I'll have to give you detention, Potter, for being so reckless," She said sternly.

"What about Ron?" Harry protested.

"Weasley already has detention. So, you will get the pleasure of joining him. Tonight, my office, seven o'clock sharp. You remember that too, Weasley," She gave them both a piercing look before striding back up to the staff table, nodding her head in disapproval. After another minute of glaring, Harry turned on his heel and stomped out of the Great Hall.

"Smooth," Neville said.

"Shut it."