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Full Summery: Ron discovers a bottle, and gets a wish. What does he wish for? To see inside Hermione's mind! Set in the 7th year. A bit of fluff towards the end. R/Hr

Chapter 3

The First Day in the Life of Hermione, Part 1

Ron woke up the next morning in two rooms at once. At first, he freaked out a little, because he had forgotten about the Genie, but then it all came flooding back. Yawning, he got up and went to the bathroom to get changed. He stretched, and looked in the mirror, trying to think how he should get dressed and ready for the day, so as to impress Hermione the most. Then, mentally slapping himself, he focused on Hermione, and delved once more into her thoughts.

When does Ron look the best? Ron pushed the question into Hermione's mind, and waited for her to answer. Obviously, he looks best when his hair is all messy and falling into his face. Hermione sighed, and grinned. And I love it when he wears that gray, long-sleeve tee with nave collar and cuffs, with his khakis. He looks so hot in that, and it shows his muscles really well. He is so sweet, if only he acted like a knight or something, and be really polite, he'd be almost perfect.

Ron pulled himself out of Hermione's thoughts, and messed his hair up. Then he pulled on his navy and gray tee, and khakis. Looking in the mirror, he decided that he looked quite dashing. He turned and went down to the common room to wait for Hermione.

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When Hermione finally came down stairs, she visible gasped, and put a hand up to her head. Instantly, Ron went back into her thoughts, and found what she was thinking. One thought seemed to fill her mind.

He is so cute. This thought repeated itself over, and over, and over, and over in her mind. Ron left her to her thoughts, and once he was back in his own body, flashed his best grin at her.

"May I escort you down to breakfast?" he asked, offering his arm to her. Hermione blushed, and nodded, taking the arm that he offered, and walking down to the great hall.

"You're very quiet this morning, madam." Ron commented, "May I ask why? Have I offended thee in some manor? Am I wearing something against your tastes?"

"No, no, not at all. Why are you acting like a night or something, with all your 'thees' and 'madams'?"

"Why, I am your night in shining armor, m'lady." Ron replied, and escorted Hermione to an empty seat. He sat down next to her. "What would you like to eat, m'lady?"

"Er, just toast, thanks." Hermione said, and busied herself with the toast and marmalade. Taking this as an advantage, he dove back into her mind, and began to listen in onto her thoughts.

Wow. It's almost like he read my thoughts. Hermione was thinking. He's wearing the outfit that looks best on him, and that I like the best, and his hair is exactly the way I like it! And he's acting like a night in shining armor now. I could swear he read my mind.

Ron smiled to himself. This is gonna be fun!

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