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It was just them in the common room now, Ron and her. Though Hermione was sitting almost on the other side of the room, she could clearly see Ron's pale face, every freckle, and every line. She found herself glancing up at him often from the top of her leather bound Potions and above the empty, crinkled parchment that was her very difficult Potions essay that her least favorite professor Severus Snape had given them.

Hermione immersed her quill into the inkpot, paused, and then began to write. As she began to write her long, tedious essay on sleeping potions, she slipped into thought. Deep into thought about her future. After all, she was in her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, she had to think about it, she felt as if it was happening so soon. But the thoughts weren't exclusively about her. In the mix of confusion, she saw Ron and herself with jobs, with lives as an adult, and full of happiness. She continued thinking, half expecting Harry to come into the picture at any given moment, yet he didn't.

Hermione twitched, and then returned to sanity. "No," she thought biting her lip nervously. "I can't, that's completely absurd."

"Hermione," Ron called out with a confused and yet worried look on his delicate face. "Is something, erm, wrong?"

Hermione felt her face burn with warmth when she realized Ron looking towards her. "No!" she snapped her voice turning cold but obligated. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"Well, you were shaking. And you looked kind of dazed over," He replied quickly as if trying to avoid the awkward moment.

Hermione swallowed hard and tried to make sure he didn't take notice.

"I was not shaking! I'm- I'm fine!"

"Someone's rather twitchy today," Ron muttered in a half whispered tone, barely audible.

"Ron, stop it!" Hermione hissed at him fairly annoyed. She closed her eyes, it was difficult for her to look at him now, not after what he had seen.

"I didn't do anything...I was just saying-"

"Well, just stay out of it, Ronald!" Hermione replied hotly before slamming her potions book closed and storming up the girl's dormitory.

She didn't know why she had called him, but she assumed it was an instinct, almost motherly. Anyways, she wasn't concerned with the matter much, and collapsed into her bed to sleep.

"Uh, Hermione... I'm sorry about yesterday...I wasn't trying to sound rude, but you were kind of out of line, I was just trying to-"Ron had started the next morning a breakfast before being cut off by Hermione.

"I was out of line? You started the entire matter," Hermione spat at him without thinking.

"Okay, so we both lost it, but it was late and I'm trying to apologize, Hermione," Ron said now looking stern and stressed from the usual argument between the two of them.

"Well, it's not working to well..."

"Fine! I won't say I'm sorry then," Ron said in skeptically.

"No, wait, I'm just not in a good mood today. I'm sorry," Hermione sighed finally giving up on him.

Harry hacked a cough that sounded very much like "obviously."

Hermione gulped. "I'm feeling very high strung, you see, I received a horrible grade from Snape on that essay. Can you believe he took of points off because I wrote an extra five inches? He's really foul..."

"What did you get that's so bad Hermione?" Harry smirked, hoping that for once he had been given a better grade than her.

"I got an "A", she whispered embarrassed.

Harry chuckled while Ron got slightly red in the face. "That's nothing," he lowered his voice," I got a "T"... you know, for Troll."

"That's because you wrote yours half an hour before you handed it in. You know, you can't leave everything to the last minute, Ron," Hermione replied between bites of toast. "You could have done better."

"Someone's rather hot headed today," Ron muttered, glancing up at Hermione.

"What did I say?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"You think I can't get a good grade even if I tried!" Ron shot at her. "You think I'm stupid!"

"I never said-"

"Yeah, but you thought it," Ron complained, ignoring the food that was lying on his plate. "Bloody Hell."

"Ron, that's insane. You're insane!"

"No, you're insane for not taking me seriously. You always think I'm some idiot! I'm not bloody stupid you know!" Ron slammed one clenched fist onto the table and slightly gasped for breath.

"Well, that's what you play yourself out to be mate," Harry said grinning deviously. He had learned to live with Hermione and Ron's usual fighting and now it was great fun for Harry watching them squawk like bothered chickens, so now he encouraged it entirely.

Ron shot Harry a look and kicked from under the table. Harry, in return, became quiet.

"I'm not an idiot you know! I hate you Hermione!" Ron stormed of from the table, knocking over his juice as he left.