-Ahem-, my first songfic. This story is about the song Skin by Rascal Flatts. Which is sad. xD. But anyways, this is just like a normal Hogwarts year—except it's in the seventh year. And there's no Voldemort. And Professor Dumbly-Dore isn't dead. And Harry and Ginny are still together. And Ron and Hermione are together. But anyways, xD. Enjoy.

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Hermione Granger was sitting on the armchair near the fireplace when her best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter walked in animatedly talking about something. She rolled her eyes and tried focusing on her book.

Stupid Ron, what a prat, she thought to herself.

Ron was still talking to Harry and pretended he didn't notice Hermione ignoring him. He turned to Harry and winked at him and quietly said, "I can get her to talk to me."

Harry rolled his eyes. His friends were always fighting together.

"So, what's McGonagall talking about?" he loudly said as he sat on the other chair by Hermione.

Harry sat on her other side and said, "What do you mean, Ron?"

"For some reason, the Muggle Studies class wants to have a prom, as an experiment that's really popular with 17 year olds," he complained.

"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked.

"I mean, it's just like another ball," he murmured. He stole a quick glance at Hermione and noticed her biting her lip in exasperation. She's cracking, good. One more comment should do it.

"What's the whole point of this prom anyways? And what is it?"

Ron jumped at the loud slam and turned to Hermione in surprise. She glared at him with annoyance.

"Honestly, Ronald, maybe if you actually spent more time reading and less time catching bloody balls for Quidditch, you would know what prom is!" she snapped.

At this, Harry jumped up, "Hey! Quidditch isn't just catching balls!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. She put her hands up in surrender. "Okay, I'm sorry, but if some people played Quidditch and were actually smart!"

"Like Krum, eh?" Ron smirked but instantly yelped in pain. Hermione had thrown her book at him, straight at his head. "What the blood hell was that for?"

Harry laughed and turned to Hermione. "Maybe you have a future in Quidditch, 'Mione."

She only rolled her eyes and stormed up the girl's dormitories.

"Wait, Hermione!" Ron started to run after her and Harry was about to warn him about how guys weren't allowed to go up the girl's dormitories, but it was funny…

And, indeed, Ron came sliding down with curses flying out of his mouth. He walked over to Harry, while rubbing his backside and still muttering darkly to himself.

"Two more months until prom…" he murmured.

"60 more chances," Harry chuckled.