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A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I had the worst case of writers block! Don't you hate that? But now I'm listening to O-Town and I'm all inspired hehe… ANYHOW here's Chapter 3: The Art of Daydreaming

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any other company/product mentioned or that poem.

Chapter 3: The Art of Daydreaming

Transfiguration was first. Usually, I love that class. Professor McGonagall may be strict, but she's an amazing teacher and the subject is fascinating. However, I sit up front, so I have to pay attention. Usually, there's not a problem. Today, there was a problem. I had hoped that I had a class like Charms or Herbology where I could daydream, but no such luck. In fact, I had double Potions with the Slytherins next.

The two, well three…does a double class count as two classes or one? I had always wondered… ANYWAYS, after my however-many classes and a rather noisy and not-helpful lunch, I had Charms. Aaah, Charms. Good old Charms. And assignment, a group, some objects, and free time to think/socialize. Heaven.

Of course there was the slight problem that I was with Ron…but whatever. Harry was there too.

Almost ten glorious minutes of silence elapsed. Ah, pure, sweet silence. How do I love thee, let me count the ways...

It was too good to last.

"Hey, Hermione, you're being awfully quiet. You haven't corrected me once on my wrist movement. Are you okay?" Ron asked

"What? Oh, sorry, just a little preoccupied." I replied, glancing up.

Harry and Ron gave each other that infuriating look.

"Are you sure? You've barely said 5 words this whole morning since the Malfoy incident." Harry asked rather gently, like he was trying not to hurt me.

I snarled at him.

"Malfoy incident?" Ron questioned, looking between Harry and me, Harry giving me a helpless look and me glaring at him.

"Well…" I looked at Harry for reinforcements, "we just had a slight run-in in the hall. That's it."

"Then why did Harry call it an 'incident'?" Ron asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

I gulped and glared at Harry. If looks could kill, he'd be dead. Mauled. Horribly disfigured. Mutated.

Moving right along….

I stared down at my wand, then my book, then my wand, then my book, trying not to appear like I was thinking about Ron maybe thinking about me but probably thinking about Hannah Abbot who was probably thinking about him to because he's so darn hot. Damn, now my head's spinning.

Which, of course, led to a full fledged daydream.

The Yule Ball was three years ago, but I still can't stop thinking about it. I had, of course, wished that Ron would ask me. He didn't, obviously. An international Quidditch star did. I SHOULD love that. Heck, I absolutely adore muggle superstars. I heart Johnny Depp. And Orlando Bloom. And Brad Pitt. Though they're a little better in the looks department. Johnny Depp has the BEST cheek bones. And Orlando Bloom's eyes. And Brad Pitt's mouth…mmm…

ANYWAYS. I felt myself wishing I was with Ron. I wondered if Ron noticed my dress robes and how the silky material clung to my just-coming curves, and how if I spun it flared out (so fun! And yes, I am very easily amused. Especially by clouds…pretty clouds… woops, back to the story). But he was with Padma. And I was with Viktor. I kind of hoped his anger was jealousy but I knew it wasn't. It was that I was going with the enemy. If he only knew that I might have been playing a trick on the enemy. Not in the conventional Weasley-twin way. But in the sense that though Viktor was amazing, and a great friend, that's all I thought of him as. If anything, I spent the dance wondering what Ron thought, not what Viktor thought. I felt horribly guilty, but in a way it eased my guilt of betraying Harry. If only Ron knew…

"HERMIONE GRANGER!"

I jumped about three feet, tried not to fall off my chair, and clung to the table, full of notes, and just ended up spilling notes everywhere. Hmm… that got Ron noticing me. Though he seemed to have a sort of look on his face like he thought I was crazy. Interesting.

"Umm… Hermione? Class is over?" Ron said, looking at me while I hurriedly gathered my things and shot out of the room.

Wide open spaces, Wide open spaces…. Remember the wide open spaces… only three more flights until the Gryffindor tower.

Why must I always make a fool out of myself? It will take me hours of studying to get over this.

A/N: There you go, Chapter 3. So short I want to kill it, but it just came that way I swear. innocent face Not as much humor, but I was trying to do more of her thoughts. I promise more action next time. And I'll think about it all during school tomorrow, seeing as I've been getting rather lazy in the whole note-taking thing gasps Anyways, hoped you liked it! Reviews (especially with constructive criticism) always appreciated!

(Wish me luck I'm going to fill out a job application! Summer scooping ice cream here I come!)