Chapter 3, Unpleasant Run-ins.

Harry grinned at Ron. "What?" Ron asked, sitting on a bed.

"She hugged you."

"Yeah, so, she kissed you." He said, with a pinch of jelousy in his voice.

"So you like her."

"No I don't," he was turning bright red.

"You're turning red."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

Ron hid his face in the pillow. It was bumpy. "There's something in here." He said.

"Well, go on, pull it out."

Ron did, and to his horror, it was a bra. Hermione's bra. "Ahhh!" He flailed. Harry turned around, to see Ron drop her bra.

Harry laughed. "You should return it to her. I mean, if you don't like her, it shouldn't be a problem. Will it?" Harry reached into his own pillow, and pulled out more, then flung them at Ron. "You can take these to her too."

"No." Ron said stubbornly."

"I dare you."

"I chicken."

"I'll tell Hermione you love her."

"But... I don't. Love her I mean," Harry smirked. "Fine!" Ron stormed out of the room, Harry fallowing closely behind. Harry could hear Rain poking Emmie, and Emmie yelling at her to stop. Ron didn't hear anything but his heart hammering. He dashed up the staircase, two at a time, and opened the door, to find Ginny and Hermione laughing on her bed. "Um..." He said to announce his presenence. Hermione turned around to stare, eyes wide. "I think this belongs to you." Ron dropped the bra, face a deep scarlet, and ran. Harry peaked in the door, smiled at the look at Hermione and Ginny's face, and fallowed him.

"What the hell was that about?" Ginny asked.

Hermione was blushing her face out, when she yelled, "Emmie!"

Emmie came hopping into her room. "Yes my dearest sister?"

"Your not getting any money."

"I'm not worried about getting money." Emmie smiled her devilish little smile. "It's more fun annoying and embarrassing you."

Rain entered the room. "If you touch my stuff again--" Rain slid her finger across her throat. "Understood?"

"You have nothing cool anyway. Just a bunch of swords."

"Did you touch my swords?"

"Yes."

"Dang it! Now I half to disinfect them... again." Rain dropped down on the couch, but not before hissing at it; it was pink.

"Emmie! Why did you put my bras in Ron's pillow? I'm telling mom!" Hermione yelled terrified.

"She won't believe you."

"Yes she will; I have witnesses."

"And do you think they'd be able to admit that your bras were in there pillow?"

"Harry will. Ron will be blushing too hard. Now get out of my room!" She yelled, throwing a pillow at her. Emmie left, slamming the door. Hermione broke into sobs of embarrassment.

"So you do like him?" Ginny asked. "Ha! I knew it."

"That was so humiliating."

"It's okay Hermione, I'm sure Ron like it." Ginny joked.

Rain laughed. "Yeah, he probably did. Besides, it wasn't as though you had any frilly ones."

"True. Well I guess I better face them. Come one, lets go."

They arrived to find Ron and Harry talking about Quidditch, or course in the kitchen. Ron turned bright red when Hermione was in his view. "Hey... um... Ron?" She asked, finding herself blushing hard. "That... Those... Emmie did it... Don't think I was the one..."

Rain took her seat next to Harry and entwined her arm around his. Ginny sat to the left, while Ron was sitting next to Harry, with an empty chair next to him.

"I know you didn't do it." Ron said, staring determinedly at the floor, turning redder ever second. "Harry... Harry dared me-OW!" For Harry had just kicked Ron hard in the shin. Hermione glared at him. A glare that clearly stated, 'Harry James Potter, you're a dead man.'

"Harry," Rain said turning to him. "If you even think about doing that to me, you're a dead man, understood?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Hermione walked over to the kitchen. "Dang, mom didn't go shopping. You guys want to go out for lunch?" She asked.

"Yeah, sure whatever." Was the mixed mummers of response, as they all stood up.

"Fine, but we're leaving the demonic pig-like thing behind."

"Hold on a second, K?" Hermione picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello, Trina? Hi this is Hermione. Yes. No. Can you baby-sit my sister right now? Sure, I'll bring her right over. Thanks, bye." She hung up the phone. "Okay, now we can go. Emmie!" She called.

"Emmie came, dashing down the stairs. "Yes?"

"Your going to Trina's, come on." Emmie smiled happily; she loved Trina's. They walked out of the house, across the street (where they dropped off Emmie), and down the road. Ron kept on staring at Hermione, admiring the way her hair curled, the color of her eyes, her lovely smile. She'd often catch Ron starting at her. When this happened, he would look away, quickly enough, that Hermione could see his red ears.

"So, were are we going?" Ginny asked.

"Um... I don't know. You've ever been to McDonalds?" Hermione asked.

"No," was the general answer.

"Oh, then lets go there."

They found the Golden Arches a few blocks away, but when they got there, Hermione said. "Guy's, let's go someplace else, okay?" For she had seen the very people that lived to make her life miserable. Martha and Diana. Martha and Diana used to be Hermione's best friends before Hogwart. They had never forgiven her for going to a boarding school; sure that she had ditched them.

"No, this looks good," said Harry. "I've always wanted to go here." Against this defense she was powerless.

Hermione held her head high entering the fast food haven. She almost passed them, when she heard a, "Oi, Granger, who's your boyfriend? You have got one, haven't you?"

Harry, Ron, Ginny and Rain whipped around when they heard this. "Who're your friends, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"Not friends," she muttered back.

"Is he your's?" The brunette Diana asked.

"No," it was not Hermione who spoke, but Rain. "He's mine. Touch him and you're dead."

Diana advanced on Harry. "What's up with that scar? Your parents abuse you or something?" Harry reached to his back pocket, only to discover that his wand was not there. Rain, on the other hand, starting pulling out her sword.

"Rain! Don't! This is the muggle world!" Ginny yelled at her. "You'd get charged for murder." Rain put back her sword.

"Smart move," Diana said. "Why are you out of the coffin? Vampire?"

Martha smirked. "Or are you an elf? Love the point ears, by the way."

Harry went right for their noses in turn. They both ducked. "You're wasting my time." Harry said.

However, they didn't stop there. "Who's the red head?" Martha pointed at Ron. "Is he your boyfriend? Is he your first? I've been out with eleven boys this year."

"So you have comitment issues?" Rain asked.

Ron, on the other hand, put his arm around Hermione and said. "Yes she's mine," then kissed Hermione on the cheek. Hermione was trying not to look to pleased with herself. Ron was red, though if it was out of embarrassment, or anger, she couldn't tell. "She's all mine."

"You did good, Granger." Martha, the blonde, walked up to him. Rain and Ginny were holding back giggles. "He's so... tall... and his eyes are so brown. And his hair--" She ran her fingers through it. Ron grabbed her hand, and squeezed it, until she shrieked with pain. "–And strong." She added. "I've bet you've been doing a lot of shagging, haven't you?"

"It's none of your business what we do in our private time." Ron glared. Hermione could hardly breath. Ron had basically just admitted to shagging her.

"Yeah, so leave us alone." Hermione said.

Martha and Diana glared at them. Hermione and Ron glared right back. Harry and Ginny exchanged glances. Rain hissed at the preps until they left. Hermione turned to Ron. "Thank you for standing up for me." She said shyly.

"No problem," Ron was now red with embarrassment. "You know I didn't mean any of that stuff, right?"

"Right."

Ginny smiled. "Mom always said you'd make a good actor." She winked at Hermione.