Disclaimer: Again, if I owned it, ron dead, H and H together, you know the drill.

Authors note: Hi you guys! Now that its summer, its even harder to get type time, but im trying. I'm still depressed, but my fave fic, Dance! was updated. Thanks to anyone who had anything to do with that. This chapter is dedicated to HARRYANDHERMY, whoever you are. You seem to be the only one who knows what TTFN means. Although Lady Sunlight, I think I like yours better. And now on to my sucky story that so many people seem to like!

Harry's POV

"ginny, Were not together!" I said. I couldn't believe they had the nerve to print another article.

"You're not? Coulda fooled me/"ron said, looking at the magazine over his sisters shoulder.

"Well, you two do have a sort of reputation for being very affectionate towards each other, but this?" ginny said, waving the article. "Are you sure you two don't have a thing going?"

"Positive." Hermione said, sounding completely unsure.

"What do you mean about our having a rep for being affectionate!" I asked. Ginny shrugged.

"For 'just friends' you two do a lot of that touchy couple thing."

" Like what?" Hermione cried.

Ron raised his eyebrows. "Lets see. When Hermione was petrified, Harry, you never left her side, you hugged when she woke up, Hermione ,you practically suffocated Harry in fourth year when he got past the dragon, and kissed him goodbye that year at Kings Cross."

"And Neville told me how you almost cried, Harry, when Hermione was almost killed in the Department of Mysteries." ginny said. "Plus the fact that you always know what the other is thinking." She and ron looked smug.

"Lots of friends hug." Hermione said defensively.

"Not like you two.."

"Sure they do." Hermione said

"Whatever." Ginny rolled her eyes. "All I have to say is you two are going to have a hack of a time convincing people you're not going out." The door slid open again, and Dean looked in.

"You guys better get ready. Well be there in a minute. Oh, and I always knew you guys would end up together." He directed his last comment at Hermione and I. He slammed the door and was gone before we could correct him.

"What did we tell you?"

Suddenly the train stopped. We managed to get out of the train and seated in Hogwarts at the Gryffindor table without anymore comments. It was wonderful to be back at Hogwarts, although that article, and others that followed, caused much trouble for Hermione and I. I was thankful, however, that nobody was yelling and screaming at us.

Quite the opposite, in fact, everyone seemed to support us. Two months into school found me sitting at a table in the library finishing up a potions essay. Suddenly Hermione came flouncing up.

"Hi Harry." She sat in the chair beside me. I looked up warily.

"What do you want? Ive finished all my homework for the next month."

"Wow Harry. But seriously, I have an idea." She leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling. "I think we should become animagi." She whispered.

I raised my eyebrows. "Who are you and what have you done with Hermione?"

She laughed. "Oh Harry! I just feel like doing something exiting!"

"Does it have to be illegal, Hermione? Cause Ill take you on a broom ride if you like.

"And give everyone more to talk about? No. Besides , this would be educational!" She said.

"Do you really think we could do it? Without killing ourselves?" Even if it was illegal, becoming an animagi sounded cool.

"Sure! If anyone can do it, we can! Were Head Boy and Girl!"

"Fine. But if I get expelled, im blaming you." I said.

Hermione smiled. "Okay."

I stood up. " Ill go get ron."

Hermione stood up really fast and grabbed my arm."Oh no Harry I don't think that's a very good idea."

"Why?"

"I honestly think he wont be able to do this. And if he screws up, well all be in trouble." She said. I sat back down and so did she.

"So where do we start?"

That's it! Hmm… its kinda short, huh? Was linger on paper. O well. REVIEW, por favor! Oh, and whoever secret admirer is, you're CREEPING ME OUT. Give me a review that is a little more sane sounding with you vital stats, and I might possibly consider e mailing you. Thanx everyone! Teija (Pronounced tay-ah by the way.)