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Harry also dozed off and awoke with a start as someone slammed the compartment door opened and closed. He winced, hoping whoever it was hadn't woken Ginny also who was still sleep contentedly in his arms. He saw that the noise-maker was Hermione, looking flushed and upset and muttering to herself. She sat down, pulling her book from her back, sitting back in her seat and sighing loudly, obviously completely unaware of Harry and Ginny.

"Er…Hermione?" Harry said cautiously, worried about his friend.

This time it was Hermione's turn to jump. "Harry!" She exclaimed, hand on her chest. "You scared me, I forgot you were here."

Harry shrugged. "What's wrong?"

Hermione brushed his question away with her hand. "It's nothing. Really." She said, to a disbelieving Harry. Hermione took in her surroundings for the first time since she re-entered the compartment. Her eyes passed over Harry and to his right where Ginny still dreamed. Hermione grinned despite herself. "What's this?" She asked, eyebrows raised.

Harry's face grew red. "Well…she fell asleep…and…." He trailed off.

Hermione nodded silently. "So you do like her…" She said.

"Well of course I like her."

"She doesn't think that."

"But I kissed her!" Harry said, counting on the fact that Ginny had told Hermione already which apparently she had.

"Yes, but she thought it was only a thank-you kiss. Besides, you can kiss someone and not like them." Hermione said in that matter of fact way of hers.

"First off, it wasn't…it definitely wasn't. Second of all…I wouldn't have kissed her if I didn't like her."

"What about Cho?"

"She kissed me. And besides, I liked her."

Hermione gave him a death glare.

"Liked, Hermione. Past tense."

"Keep it that way." Hermione said, in an abnormally tough way.

Harry smiled for the umpteenth time at Ginny's sleeping form. "I will."

"So, when are you going to tell her?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. But I figured I would do something tonight. Now that she and Dean aren't together anymore." He said, beaming.

Hermione sighed. "You're better at this than most boys, Harry." She said wistfully.

Harry smiled knowingly. "This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain red-haired friend of ours named Ron, would it?"

Just then the compartment door banged open and closed for the second time. "What's got to do with me?" Ron asked grumpily, slumping back into his seat.

Harry chuckled. "Nothing," He said, marveling at how pathetically oblivious they were.

Ron looked from Harry to Hermione and back again. Suddenly, Ron's look of suspiciousness turned to outrage. "What. Are. You. Doing?" He yelled, furiously.

Whoops. Thought Harry as he struggled for an explanation. Luckily, Hermione saved the day.

"Ginny fell asleep. That's all." She said, not looking up from her book.

"Fell asleep?! Harry is molesting my baby sister!"

Hermione finally looked up from her book to find a nervous looking Harry with his arm still around Ginny's shoulder, paralyzed with fear.

"I would hardly call it molestation."

Ron and Hermione continued to argue when Ginny stirred.

Don't wake up. Please don't wake up. Harry pleaded.

Too late.

Ginny woke to her brother's voice. "She looks like a bloody scarlet woman!" Ron was shouting.

"Who's a scarlet woman?" She wondered aloud, still not opening her eyes.

"You." Ron growled.

Ginny opened her eyes at this. She looked up to find herself face to face with Harry who grinned sheepishly at her. Oh no. She though, scrambling away from him and sitting as close to the window as possible. She shrugged. "I fell asleep, so sue me."

"Humph." Ron said, sitting back in his seat, willing to let it go just this once only because he was so depressed.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny spent the rest of the ride in a depressed stupor, annoyed at how happy Harry looked. Soon the pitter patter of rain drops could be heard on the train's roof and there was something oddly comforting about the ride, as though the four knew that something magical would make its way into each of their lives that year. And not just because of the school they went to.

As they all stepped off the train amidst the chaos of all the other students clambering to get out of the rain and into carriages, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all stopped and took in the sight of the thestrals. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all turned to Harry to see his reaction. Surely this blatant reminder of his godfather's death a mere three months before would wipe the smile that hadn't left Harry's face all day. But surprisingly enough Harry's smile barely faltered.

Harry was upset to be reminded so suddenly of his godfather's death and he was immediately flooded with a wave of guilt. But then he remembered what Ginny had said in the woods and when he remembered that, he also remembered what happened that day in the woods…And he couldn't very well frown while thinking about that, could he? Besides, deep down he knew that it wasn't really his fault and that Sirius wouldn't want him to think that. He would want him to have as much fun and cause as much mischief as he possibly could, which is exactly what he planned to do.

"Come on guys," He said beckoning to his friends. "Let's get a carriage before we get too soaked."

The four scrambled into the nearest carriage, Ron closing the door behind them and sitting back in his seat, sighing. He tried to look on the brightside on the events of that day. At least Hermione was still friends with him and not completely disgusted with him like he would be if he told her he was madly in love with her. He looked out of the window towards the brightly lit lights in Hogwart's castle.

"Good to be back, huh?" He said, sighing again.

"Yeah, it is." Hermione agreed, studying his profile in the pale light coming from the moon. Why did she always do that to herself? Like on the train today…why did she allow her hopes to go up? Did she honestly think that he would reveal some nonexistent feelings toward her? Of course not, because that's exactly what they were-nonexistent.

In the darkness of the carriage, Harry settled back and put his hand lightly over Ginny's, smiling at his two friends who were sitting across from him, staring at each other and not even noticing.

Ginny allowed her hand to turn upwards and grip Harry's even though she knew that he didn't mean it in the way she hoped he did.

How dumb can a girl get?

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