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A/N: OH MY GOSH I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON! I haven't updated in a year ;.; Fear not! I will (hopefully) update faithfully until the story is over! Thank you for all your lurvely reviews.Now where was I?...

Hermione's POV

'No way,' I think. 'This cannot be the Neville Longbottom I know. Neville has a round face, zits, and, well…is a little pudgy.' This imposter is––dare I say it? Hot!

"You look…erm…different."

"Thanks. I look pretty hot, don't I?"

What? Neville was never that self-confident.

"Sure, Neville. What happened?"

"Magical Makeover. Well, I got to run. I'll see you on the train tomorrow." He winked at me (winked!) and continued down Diagon Alley.

Paul's POV

Ah, I messed up. Ah, you see, it's not the word itself that made Neville much too smug. It's simply the fact that I messed up. Ah, it's hurting my head to think about what girl's heart he might break…

Ron's POV

I came out of the apothecary, only to find some jerk flirting with Hermione!

"Who was that that just winked at you?"

"Neville Longbottom."

"Hardy-har-har. Seriously, who was that?"

"Ron, it really was Neville Longbottom." Her voice was faint and she was staring at Neville's retreating back.

"Hermione, you're drooling," Ginny giggled. She should talk. Just a minute ago in the apothecary she had been drooling over Harry.

"I am not!" Hermione cried indignantly.

"Oh, sure you weren't. He was really cute, though."

Harry and I gave each other knowing looks. Girls.

"If you could just tear your eyes away from his bum­ I still need to buy my schoolbooks."

"Oh, Ron, stop it!"

The next day was September first and we had to get to King's Cross before the train left. As usual, it was a mad rush trying to get there in time.

"Ron, dear, could you wake Hermione? Her breakfast is getting cold. But hurry and don't lollygag like yesterday."

Remembering what had happened yesterday, my ears turned pink and Harry snorted into his orange juice.

"Shut up, Harry," I muttered, my ears turning a deeper shade of red.

"Erm, Hermione?" I knocked on her door. No answer. I slowly opened the door and poked my head in.

She was asleep. Her dark, wavy hair was fanned out behind her head. And she looked really pretty. For the second time, I just wanted to kiss her. This was happening increasingly often.

I walked over next to her cot and gently shook her awake.

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Good morning."

"Morning. Er, Mum says your breakfast is getting cold, so hurry up and get dressed."

"Oh, drat. I overslept."

"You have plenty of time." I hurried out so yesterday's scenario didn't happen again. That would be all I needed. Now I had to deal with Neville the Hunky. Oh, God…

Harry's POV

Ron came running back down and almost knocked his chair over sitting down.

"What's the rush?" I joked. His ears turned red.

"I'm…just hungry." As if he was trying to prove it, he shoveled sausage into his mouth. He looked like a chipmunk with all of that food in his cheeks. He looked up. "Sho id oo harv a nice convasachin wid inny whide I waz goon?"

"What?"

He swallowed. "Did you have a nice conversation with Ginny while I was gone?"

I blushed. Since I made that deal with Ron I had been trying to work up the nerve to tell Ginny how I felt. When Ron left to wake up Hermione I had tried to gather my courage. But Ginny kept talking about how excited she was about her fourth year and I never got the chance.

"Listen," I said. "I'm doing this for you!"

"What?"

"Our deal. The only reason I'm putting myself up for rejection is so you'll finally get together with Hermione."

"Harry, you're not the one that's going to get rejected. And can we not talk about this? I feel like throwing up every time I think about telling Hermione how I feel."