Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Harry Potter.

AN: I took the advice of the anonymous "Hermione" and redid all the chapters so the hearts were charmed to change color when a girl talked to a boy. To start with it is pink, when the girl talks to a boy it turns to fuchsia, and if a girl does more than talking (ahem you know what I mean) with a boy, it turns to red. I haven't really put this in but if it is their- no never mind, that wouldn't work. Hee hee. NO wait, it would. If it is their first kiss, or just their first kiss with this person-and I don't count kissing on the cheek as being their first kiss with a person- the heart turns to scarlet.

Got that? Good.

Transfiguration was good. Hermione got to answer more questions than usual, because McGonagall could only call on the girls. McGonagall had to talk in this class, because of the year the students were in. They were just reviewing pages in the book at first, but then McGonagall gave them a quiz. Well, she gave the girls a quiz.

Hermione felt that she had done well on the quiz. It was rather easy, but you never know what might happen. As she started to think of the possibilities, Hermione became more and more worried. What if she failed the test, because McGonagall couldn't read her handwriting?

"So to resume our conversation," Ron sauntered up beside Hermione. Harry was nowhere to be found. Great.

"Smith?" he guessed. "Zacharias Smith?"

Hermione was shocked.

"Okay… McLaggen!"

He was going for the truly horrendous here.

"Nott!"

Ron was too excited about this. Hermione had the opposite feelings. Why was he guessing all the stupid Slytherins?

"Diggory?"

How could he forget that Cedric was dead? Ron realized that as soon as he finished saying that.

"Well, you know, you could still…" he trailed off. It was a dark path he was going down. Hermione just might have to get Ginny over here and give him her Bat-Bogey Hex. That would be fun to watch.

Hermione seriously contemplated that for a minute, and then discarded it. She would rather do it herself.

Ron had been silent for several minutes.

"Dean?" he guessed.

Well, he was on the right track.

At Hermione's stony face, Ron decided that was a "no."

"Seamus?"

Although he was rather good looking… no. His accent was cute.

Ron seemed crestfallen when he saw Hermione think about it. Then she resumed her determine, annoyed expression. Hooray!

"Neville?" Ron said lamely.

Now he was way off track. Really! Neville! He had asked her to the Yule Ball though. He was quite nice, just not right.

"Harry."

Ron seemed resigned to the fact that it was Harry. Hermione blushing didn't help either. She wasn't blushing because she liked him, but because of how close to guessing correctly Ron was.

"Well, he'll be pleased to know," said Ron sullenly. Hermione panicked. She didn't like Harry! Ron couldn't tell him!

"Okay, okay! I won't tell him." Sometimes Ron was quite adept at guessing what Hermione meant. But then again, her face must have been really panicky. It couldn't have been that hard.

She sped away, looking for Ginny. There the red head was, looking red and mad.

"What is it?" Hermione asked before Ginny could open her mouth.

Ginny told her story. It was so much like Hermione's that she began to wonder if the boys had planned something…

"But you- you do, don't you?" Hermione asked tentatively.

"Yeah," Ginny muttered. She blushed again.

"So… what's going to happen?"

"How am I supposed to know? I don't take Divination!" Ginny snapped.

"Well here's my story…" Hermione began. She told all of it in detail, remembering exactly whom Ron had guessed. She grimaced as she remembered.

"But you do, right?" Ginny repeated Hermione's words.

"Yeah, I guess I do," Hermione said softly.

"What's going to happen to us?" Ginny sighed dramatically. Lavender and Parvati looked over and began to ask them what had happened.

When Hermione told the basic idea of what Ron was doing, Lavender glared forcefully. Parvati looked at Hermione knowingly. She hated that look. It always meant something bad.

"So Ron kept trying to guess who you fancy?" Parvati pried.

"Well, yes." Hermione admitted.

"And Harry guessed that you fancy him?" Parvati now asked Ginny.

She nodded.

"Well it's obvious!" the dark skinned girl cried. Lavender was determinedly looking away.

"What's obvious?" asked Hermione confusedly.

"That he fancies you!" Lavender yelled shrilly.

Hermione and Ginny both blushed. It was quite the day for blushing.

"But what do I do?" Hermione asked. "He thinks I like Harry!"

"Well…" Parvati began. "Um. Not quite sure about that one. But Ginny, you have to keep flirting with him."

Ginny grinned. This could be very fun…

"But what about me? I don't like Harry!" Hermione moaned. Lavender glowered at her.

"Well- find some way of showing him that," Parvati supplied.

"Oh thanks," Hermione said acidly. "That's really helpful, considering that I don't want my heart to turn fuchsia."

"Well, if you don't want our help," Parvati threatened.

"All right! I'm sorry!" Hermione snapped. Parvati looked smug. She loved getting her way.

"Well, flirt with him a bit!" Parvati suddenly realized.

"Is that all you do?" Hermione remarked. Ginny looked as though she had been about to say the same thing. She nodded instead.

"Well, it's fun!" Lavender said, more to Ginny than Hermione.

"Fine. I've got to go," Ginny said shortly. "To flirt." She rolled her eyes.

"And I have to go to Arithmancy." Hermione stood up and left the table. She looked once at Ron, who was deep in a conversation with Harry.

She hoped that he hadn't overheard anything.

That would be even worse than… than Malfoy kissing her!

No that would be pretty bad.

That left an ugly image in Hermione's head. It was extremely hard to get out. Ew. But it wasn't as bad as her and Crabbe or Goyle kissing! Now she had that stuck in her head.

Why did I even think about that!