A/N – oh, I do own the character Charlene, because I don't think there is a real modeling agent with that name, nor a character in any of the books with her name, and I'm also gonna own future characters. But other than some characters and the plot, nothing belongs to me.

The next day in classes, Hermione was so upbeat and nice about everything so much that when she was paired up with Neville in Transfiguration, she was delighted. And that's saying something.

When classes took a break for lunch, she saw Harry from across the hallway and waved to him. He came up to her smiling and gave her huge hug, but kept an arm around her as they continued down to the Great Hall. Hermione was aware of his arm around her waste, but decided not to let it bother her. Harry said he loved her! Or at least… almost did… Hermione was still unsure about her feeling for him though. She liked him a lot, but did she really want to go further?

"Herms, you left this on the roof last night," he handed her the envelope. She gasped and opened it hurriedly.

Dear Miss Granger:

You wonderful friend Harry Potter told me all about you and I'm very interested

in meeting you to discuss your future plans in the modeling business. I believe you have the potential to be England or perhaps even Europe's top model if we put you to training immediately. Give me an answer, and I'll set an appointment to meet you. Thank you so much for considering.

Charlene Oxnard

Modeling Agencies, Inc.

She stared at the letter wide-eyed in disbelief.

"So you weren't lying? Oh my God, Harry, this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me! How can I ever thank you enough..?" She smiled greatly at him. He smiled back and squeezed her with his arm. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"Say you'll be mine, and that's more than enough." She gasped and looked at him. He just asked me out, huh? Oh gosh, everything is happening so fast…She smiled widely.

"I'm all yours, Harry Potter." They laughed and they walked hand in hand into the Great Hall.

….

After the last bell rang for classes, Harry and Hermione walked out of Defense Against the Dark Arts laughing and smiling at each other. Dumbledore sat back and smiled, watching them leave the classroom and lightly laughed. In the corridor, Ron was walking with Seamus and Neville in front of Harry and Hermione. He seemed sort of… pissed off. Three guesses why… Hermione thought and rolled her eyes. After her and Ron broke up during Christmas Holidays last year, he hasn't been able to see her with another guy without having smoke come out of his ears. Now it seemed worse… At least he'd talk to her, but now he won't even look. Ron was jealous of Harry.

"Hey Harry, let's meet at the lake in half an hour, okay?" She said to him, as she headed towards her tower.

"Alright, see you then!" And he went to the Gryffindor Tower. She smiled and went o the mermaid statue, said 'Bubbly' and went down the tunnel. She walked into the common room, swimming in happy thoughts of today and barely noticed Malfoy staring at her until she reached her door. She turned around and met eyes with Malfoy.

"What?" She asked flatly, her fluffy mood going sour.

"You seem too happy. Did I miss something..?" He asked, cocking his head in a puzzled manner.

"In case you haven't noticed, Harry and I are 'an item'," She smiled, but heard Malfoy laughing, then glowered. "What?" She asked again in a more irritated tone.

"For once I actually feel bad for you…" He said, knowing he'd get a reaction from that.

"Shut the hell up, Ferret Boy, you just can't be happy for anybody, that's all!" And she flung open her door and slammed it shut. Malfoy leaned back onto the back legs of his chair, folded his arms and smirked pleased with today's deed. He leaned too far back, lost balance and went toppling backwards to the floor.

Hermione muttered angrily under her breath and threw her stuff on the floor. She took a deep breath and regained herself. Since she was going down to the lake with Harry.. she decided to wear her black bikini under her green tunic and a pair of clam-diggers and began changing. She slipped on a pair of flip-flops and left the tower to meet up with Harry.

Walking through the Entrance Hall was aggravating. Hermione picked up her pace as she soon realized that many boys were staring at her... and when one finally decided to whistle as she passed, she picked up into a full sprint and left through the front doors and towards the lake. She saw Harry standing next to the water, his hands in his pockets. Oh man… he looks damn sexy… She was surprised at herself from thinking this, but hey, it was true. He turned around and saw Hermione coming. He smiled and opened his arms up to her and she gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. You know what? I'm glad I said I'm his because this feels… right. They began to walk hand in hand along the shore of the lake, talking lightly when the sun began to set and the dinner bell rang. They headed up towards the castle and went back in to eat.

…

Dumbledore rose after everyone was done and waved his hand for silence. "All prefects and our Head students please stay in here, the rest of you are dismissed. Sweet dreams!" Hermione hugged Harry and he kissed her on the lips lightly and left to go back to Gryffindor Tower. The Heads and prefects gathered at the end of the Hufflepuff table with Dumbledore and began their meeting.

"Now that the war is over, we can finally sit back and relax somewhat so I have decided on making this year quite eventful. Our first upcoming event shall be a Halloween Dance," exited murmurs were exchanged around the table. "So I shall assign each of you something to work on to contribute to the dance. Gryffindor prefects will arrange the music, Hufflepuff will be in charge of decorating, Ravenclaw will take charge in setting a dress code—yes, and some Halloween costumes can be inappropriate. Slytherins have the delight of making up an entrée for the evening but no spoiling the food, or Madame Pomphrey will have your heads. Oh, and Heads, you are to advertise this dance and deal with anything I have failed to address… I'm sure you'll make this dance one to remember!" Dumbledore smiled at the crowd and dismissed them.

…

"Are you going to help me work on those flyers, Malfoy?" Hermione asked a week later, getting irritated with his laziness. He barely looked up from his book to answer her.

"Oh yeah sure… when I'm done with this chapter maybe…"He said with a dazed tone. Hermione grumbled and stomped back into her room to finish drawing out the rest of the flyers. A snowy white owl flew into her open balcony door with a letter attached on it's leg.

"Hello Hedwig, does Harry need me?" She said, stroking her feathers with her index finger. She took the letter and read it.

Hermione, Ron's going bonkers over something… I think I need your help.

She rolled her eyes and tore a piece of parchment to reply.

I'll be right over, Harry…

She folded the note and gave it to Hedwig and she flew out the window. Hermione gathered up the flyers, put them at the end of her bed and left the tower to see what Ron was fussing about.

When she got there, Ron was sitting at the top of the boys' staircase pouting like a 6 year old and Harry was sitting in an armchair looking very distressed.

"What's going on, you two?" She asked them. Ron sneered at Hermione and got up to go into his dorm. Both her and Harry jumped a little when he slammed the door. She sat on the arm of the chair and leaned onto Harry, who immediately put his arm around her hip. "What's with him..?" Harry sighed.

"I just walk in all happy and he blows up at me! He was going on about how I get everything and how he can never be happy… It was a load of shit, I tell you." Hermione groaned and stood up.

"I'm gonna go talk to him, alright? You stay here." He nodded and she headed up the stairs to the boys' dorm. She knocked on the door and got an immediate answer.

"Go away, Harry." She opened the door and stepped in to see Ron sprawled out on his bed. He looked up at Hermione and let his head drop back down.

"What's the matter, Ron?" She asked, sitting down on his bed and putting a hand on his knee. He immediately stood up and walked to the bed opposite from his and sat to face Hermione.

"Hermione, I don't understand. Where did I go wrong? Did I do something to not please you, was it because I went home to spend Christmas with the family for once? What did I do, why aren't we still together, Hermione..?" He looked at her with sad eyes. She sighed heavily and looked down.

"No, it was never your fault, you never did anything, Ron, you were just fine. I broke it off with you because I felt we weren't gonna make it, anyways." He scrunched his eyebrows together.

"What's that supposed to mean, eh? We weren't gonna make it? So what!" He said in resentment.

"Ron, come on, lets be logical…" Hermione started.

"There you go with all that 'lets be logical' crap. Just tell me what went wrong!"

"I DID, OKAY! I just… moved on, Ron. That's what I did wrong."

"Oh…" Ron relaxed and went into deep thought. Hermione got up and sat next to him and hugged him tightly.

"But no matter what I do wrong, I'm still you're best friend, right?" she said into his shoulder. He grinned a bit.

"Yeah, I guess so…"

"And you're not gonna let Harry and I get to you, right?"

"If I have to..."

"Ron—"

"Alright, alright!" He laughed and got up. Hermione stood up and walked out the door with him and back down stairs. Harry looked up with questioning eyes.

"Its okay, Harry, I worked it out… Ron isn't gonna turn into Mr. Grouch anymore, right Ron?" Ron nodded and Harry stood up.

"You scared me for a while, man… Don't do that." They did one of those 'manly hugs' and laughed. The trio walked out of the common room, this time with Ron in the middle.