A/N: Missybewitched is owed more thanks. One hour after I had written this chapter she had already read it and offered her suggestions to fix up the errors. Thanks so much! Hopefully I am not distracting her too much from her creation!

Chapter 3: Revelations

"What did you do that for?" Harry cried indignantly at Ron.

"Well, what do you think you're doing?" Ron said huffily, "and you too Hermione, I thought you knew better!"

"It's not my fault," Hermione said crossly, "I didn't make him do it."

Ron glared at her.

"What? I couldn't stop him!" she added with a snap of her tongue and an angry flick of her hair.

Ron gaped at her, astonished at her fierce temper that had once again released itself from her usually pleasant demeanour.

"I'll see you later, Harry," she blushed, "you too, Ron. Bye." She turned away from the two young men and scurried up the staircase to the girl's dormitories, closely followed by a red haired girl who looked just as angry.

"I'm sorry, mate," Harry offered to Ron, who was still staring at the spot where Hermione had disappeared from. "It just sort of happened."

"I just can't get over how stupid you can be sometimes, Harry," Ron said a look of bewilderment on his freckled face. "You did recognise those cakes, didn't you?"

Harry looked at Ron surprised.

"Please tell me you did, and you were going to eat it on purpose," Ron added with a grin, "or else what little respect I have left for you will have vanished."

Harry's muscles relaxed slightly, and he bent down to examine the cake that he had been forced to spit onto the floor. He recognised it immediately as a Fred and George creation. He thought to himself that he must have been too distracted to notice what Ginny was offering him. Harry was glad that Ron had slapped him, those things made the eater turn as red as a lobster for a good two hours.

Rising to his full height he thanked Ron for stopping him from eating the cake. "Did you have to slap me so hard though?" he questioned his friend as they entered their dormitory.

"Nothing less would have stopped you," Ron replied monotonously as he climbed onto his four-poster bed and drew the curtains close around it.

"Night," came his muffled voice from the other side, followed by a long, loud yawn.

"Night," Harry said softly as he dropped onto his covers and lay back on his pillows. He couldn't work out if Ron had seen him kiss Hermione or not. He thought that Ron hadn't, though his last comment troubled Harry. He gave his wand a feeble flick and his curtains drew tight, shutting out his view of the rest of the room. The exhaustion from the fierce Quidditch Match was finally starting to set in, and he fell asleep almost instantly.

Harry awoke from a pleasant dream, that he thought must have been of Hermione. The images he had seen were quickly evaporating from his memory, but the physical changes that they had caused still remained.

Harry groaned, glad that his curtains were drawn so tight. He quickly changed into some new clothes and visited the bathroom before breakfast. He had to shave now, which he didn't find very fun, until Ron had taught him a simple spell that was passed down through the male Weasley line from father to son. This made quick work of removing his whiskers - but not permanently - he thoughtthat would be too weird.

Ron was still asleep when he went down to breakfast. He hadn't wanted to wake him, just in case Ron asked him about last night. Harry didn't feel like discussing it, he was still confused about what had happened.

Entering the great hall he spotted Hermione sitting alone at the far end, closer to the staff table. Harry cautiously made his way over to her, hoping that she would be able to give him a better insight into what had happened between them last night.

"Hi," he said sitting down on her left.

Hermione jumped, startled by his sudden appearance at her side, and folded up something she had been reading, placing it inside her jacket.

"Morning," she said, avoiding Harry's eyes.

"What's up?" Harry whispered to her as he grabbed a slice of toast and started to spread some jam over it.

"Where were you last night?" she fervently whispered back, scanning the room with her sharp eyes to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked her curiously, "you saw me in the common room, and then you ran off to bed."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Didn't you get my note?"

"What note?" Harry asked as he munched on his toast.

"Honestly, boys are so daft," Hermione muttered more to herself than Harry.

"The note I gave you yesterday," she stared at him meaningfully.

Harry stared back at her blankly. "You didn't give me any note, I would have remembered."

"The note I placed in your pocket after the match," Hermione said slowly.

Harry noticed a hotness that had started to creep up from the base of his neck as what Hermione was saying finally registered in his brain.

"Merlin!" Hermione exclaimed a little too loudly, Snape had looked in their direction with an icy glare. "You thought I was making a pass at you," Hermione whispered amazed, "that's why you kissed me". She turned scarlet at the memory.

They both sat in silence for a few minutes not daring to look at each other for fear that their faces would turn so red, they would never return to their normal colour.

Abruptly, Hermione arose from her seat. As she bent down to pick up her bag, she whispered to Harry, "Ron's on his way over, don't say a thing to him." She placed the strap over her shoulder, "just go and read the note, okay? And we'll meet tonight instead."

"See you then," she said more loudly as Ron sat down next to Harry, "I'm off to…"

"The library," Ron and Harry finished for her, wearing grins on their faces.

Hermione gave them a curt smile, rolled her eyes, and left the Great Hall.

"She's started on that paper Snape gave us about Medicinal Potions, hasn't she?" Ron asked Harry as he lifted a large spoonful of porridge from his bowl.

"Yeah," Harry replied distractedly, "I'd say she has."

Harry was thinking about what he had just learnt from his conversation with Hermione. He had gained some valuable insight after all. He couldn't believe he thought she was hitting on him; hopefully he hadn't damaged their friendship too much by kissing her. He also hoped that he wouldn't be too embarrassed to talk to her again, it would be tough talking to her if he couldn't string two words together.

Ron scraped the bottom of his bowl. "Want to go out and practice some new moves?"

"Alright," Harry said. Quidditch was his best distraction, he felt too uncomfortable to do any of his homework now. Maybe after some Quidditich he would be able to concentrate better.