Hermione would not look in Ron's direction the rest of the day and he was afraid that she would never look at him again. Trying to get back on her good side, he looked for her that afternoon. He found her sitting under a tree in the garden, reading. He cocked his head to the side, looking over her shoulder at the large, leather-bound book. He stood there, silent for a moment, contemplating what he could say to her. "What are you reading, Hermione?" He asked, politely curious. However, she just turned the page and continued reading. Ron sighed and retreated to his room until dinner.

"God, my brother is such an idiot!" Ginny cried angrily. "How could he say something like that to Hermione?"

"Ginny..." Harry started. "It's going to be okay. Ron and Hermione always fight." He shrugged. "Just give her a day or two and they'll be best friends again," Harry smiled inwardly at Ginny. She looked so cute with her hands balled into fists like that. Wait. Ginny? Cute? He shook his head. What was he thinking? He returned his attention to the situation at hand. "Gin, sit. Calm down, you know I'm right about this,"

Ginny took a deep breath and sat down on her bed next to him, scowling. The scowl slipped off her face and she gave a little sigh. "Yeah, I know you are...it's just, he's really gone too far." She said sharply. "She's so upset about this. She didn't even want to talk to me."

"She just needs some time alone, she'll get over it." Ginny glared at him.

"You don't think that was a horrible thing for him to say?" She demanded.

Harry's eyes widened, he held his hands up in front of him. "Hey! No! I mean- of course it was! It was stupid. Bad Ron! Bad!"

Ginny let out a giggle. "Okay good. Because it was bad," She added.

Harry let a mock sigh of relief escape him. He held his hand to his chest. "I thought you were gonna hurt me there for a second."

"Well you never know. I wouldn't let my guard down if I were you..." She answered, winking at him.

"Why? You're only a girl." He grinned at her and she promptly hit him over the head with a pillow. A pillow fight ensued after that and their shrieks of laughter could be heard down in the garden...

Hermione stared blankly at her book. It wasn't so much what he'd said that hurt Hermione, just that fact that he felt she couldn't gat a boyfriend...Granted she'd never been exactly boy crazy...but wasn't it her, Hermione Granger, who had gone to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum in their fourth year? And Viktor wasn't a normal boy, he was older and one of the best Seekers the wizarding world had ever seen...With the exception of Harry of course.

Hermione slammed her book angrily. How dare he insinuate that she couldn't get a boyfriend! Oh I'll show him .She scoffed. The great prat... Doesn't he realize the reason I didn't go to Viktor's house last summer was because I'm in love with him! Ron Weasley! Not Viktor Krum! But that's over now. I will make myself not love him. He wants to be that way, fine. I don't need. I'll find someone else.