A/N: hollow13, yes I know the first chapter with them winning the battle was really easy but I just wanted to get the point across that the battle has been won and they did it together... Thanks everyone for the comments... I'll try to update all my stories every weekend, check out the others too...

Chapter 4: Late Night Question

Harry's hand grasped around the bottle. He was sneaking out a bottle of a needed ingredient for the potion.

"Hurry up, Harry! I hear someone coming," Ron whispered into the crack of the ingredients cabinet.

He saw a shadow of someone creeping up the barely lit corridor. He started to tip lightly on the door.

"I'm coming! Let me just get something," Harry whispered.

Ron saw a bush of curly brown hair turn the corner.

"Okay, I'm done," Harry said, pushing door open slowly.

Hermione smiled at Ron. He pushed the ingredients closet shut, throwing Harry backwards as he fell onto the latter.

"Hermione," Ron said acting innocent.

Ron was so nervous, but not about Hermione finding out that Harry was stealing ingredients from the supply closet behind him but because it was Hermione. Ron suddenly always felt a bit nervous around her.

"Is someone in the potions closet?" Hermione asked, feeling suspicious just by the look on Ron's face.

"No, Hermione, I think that you and I should take a walk," said Ron, pulling Hermione away from that door.

"Um-sure."

They walked down the empty corridor. Ron turned his head and saw Harry run out of the ingredients closet. He saw Hermione looking at him and he smiled at her, feeling his cheeks start to grow to a blush. The silence was killing them. Finally they started to talk.

"Well…" Hermione said.

"Er…" Ron said at the same time as Hermione.

"Ron, why exactly were you standing by that closet anyways?"

"Did you know that I sleep walk. I didn't realize that until now."

"Oh well, no I didn't know that. Now that I think about it I really didn't want to know," Hermione said, suddenly stopping.

"Funny, Hermione. Why are you up so late?"

"Oh I was in the library and I guess I lost track of time," she said, holding up the slam pile of books she was holding.

"Here, let me get that," said Ron, taking the books from her.

"Oh alright."

Ron was acting a little, nicer. Hermione felt a bit strange but she kinda liked seeing Ron's nicer side more often.

"Ron, where is Harry?"

Now suddenly she's caring so much about Harry, is she? I knew it was going to end up in a talk about him, Ron though.

"Why?"

"Oh I was just wondering. Harry is usually always with you," Hermione said.

"Right," Ron said but though, You could tell that she likes him. In the middle of a conversation with me she brings him up.

"Ron, is there something wrong? You look a tad bit out of it today," Hermione said gently.

"I'm fine. I was just going to ask you if there was something going on between you and H-"

"Hermione! Ron! What are you two doing up at this time of night?" Nearly-Headless Nick said, floating down that same hall.

"Nothing, Sir Nicolas, we were just on our way back to the Gryffindor Common room," Hermione answered.

"Okay, I was just wondering because it is a little late."

"Good Night," Ron and Hermione said.

They walked again to the Common Room in complete silence. After getting into the Common Room they saw Harry sitting on the couch apparently waiting for the pair.

"Hermione, Ron, I-I was wondering where you were," Harry said, trying his hardest not to burst out into large fits of laughter.

"I found Ron roaming the hallways alone and we decided to walk back here together," Hermione answered.

"Oh. Well come on, Ron. Lets get to bed." Harry said, sharing a quiet smile.

"No, you go up. I have to ask Ron something." Hermione said, pushing Harry to the stairs.

Ron just stood there completely bewildered. What exactly did she want to talk to him about? Hermione glided back over to Ron. He was keen on trying not to look nervous. She was going to make him spill, tell her everything that he knew, about the Polyjuice potion, about why he was really out in the hallway so late at night, everything. His hands started to sweat. He knew he was going to break until…

"What were you going to ask me before Nick interrupted?" she said, crushing Ron's image of himself fainting under her pressuring him to talk.

"Oh, it was nothing. I was going to ask 'what's the matter with you and that stupid library?' You are always there."

"Ronald, just because I love that feeling of taking in knowledge doesn't mean there is something wrong with that."

Ron respected that statement. He knew this was the girl that he's known since his first year at Hogwarts, and he didn't want her to change.

"Good old Hermione." Ron said with a smile.

Hermione just rolled her eyes.

"Go to bed, Ron. You're sounding delirious."

He nodded and went up the stairs.