Ooookaaaay, still no reviews. I know I said I would delete this story and stuff if no-one reviewed, but I am having fun writing it now, and to all those people were not reviewing and hoping I would delete my story, well, that's too bad then. Just review and tell me to delete it, then it is more likely that I will. Well I changed the title and the summary so that it sounds more interesting. So yeah. ENJOY!

Oh yeah, by the way this is told from Harry's p.o.v (point of view)

Chapter 3

I don't think Ron realises it yet, but in a way Hermione kinda just rejected him. "Hey Ron, wait for me," I say, running to catch up with him.

"Stupid git," he mumbles to himself.

"Are you calling me a git?" I joke.

"Oh hi Harry, sorry, didn't see you there."

"So you weren't calling me a git then?" I say in mock concern.

"Nah, course not," he replies.

"Well that's good then, or I might have had to jinx you!"

"Yeah." Ron tries to smile, but doesn't achieve it.

"Hey, don't worry about it mate, it's obvious she likes you," I say sympathetically.

"Who likes Ron?" Hermione just caught up with us.

"Uh, hi Hermione," Harry says nervously.

"Who likes Ron?" she repeats more sternly.

"Yeah Harry, who likes me?" Ron asks.

"Uh, um, well…" I stutter.

"Harry?" Hermione says crossly. I rack my brain to come up with an excuse.

"Uh, Professor McGonagall?" I say, at an attempt to look innocent.

"McGonagall?" Hermione asks, "are you implying that McGonagall has a thing for Ron?" She scoffed.

"Uh, no, what I meant was that Ron was saying that he thought McGonagall hated him because of the other day when, uh, she gave him so much homework." Wow. That was a pretty good

cover–up for my standards. I am a genius, I think to myself.

Ron looks puzzled. I stand on his foot, and glare at him.

"Uh, yeah, that's right," was all Ron could think of.

"But you said it was obvious she likes him, so I don't think you were talking about a teacher." Damn Hermione and her smartness.

"I gotta go," I say, and run off to nowhere in particular.

As I am walking, I notice a painting of Sir Cadogan, who Ron, Hermione and I had met in our 3rd year at Hogwarts. At the time we had been looking for how to get to the North tower, and our first ever divination lesson, with Professor Trawelney, the only teacher at Hogwarts who could compete with Snape for the worst ever teacher award. Cadogan had then later been transferred to outside the Griffindor common room. At the present time, however, he was situated on the third floor. "Aha!" he cried. "You have come to challenge me!"

"Yes I have!" I cry back, to see what his reaction is. He looks startled.

"Goodbye," I wave cheerily, and walk off.

I arrive back at the Griffindor Common room about 15 minutes later. "Where have you been?" Ron asks me.

"I met an old friend of ours, you'll never guess who it was."

"Who?" he asks me.

"Guess," I say.

"Lupin?"

"No."

"You-know-who?" I think he's joking, but I'm not so sure.

"No."

"Well then who?"

"Sir Cadogan," I say.

"Pfft, you made it sound as though it was someone exiting."

"It was funny, he challenged me to a fight, and when I said yes he said that he couldn't, and that he had other things to do," I tell him the story.

"Ha, that's funny."

"So, what are we going to do?" I ask Ron.

"We have a free period, and I suggest we make the most of it."

"What about Hermione?" I ask.

"Well she has muggle studies."

"I see."

"Harry who likes m-" I cut across him.

"Not now."

"Urgh, fine. How do you feel about a game of chess?" Ron asks me.

Just as Ron's queen is making a vicious assault on my bishop, Hermione and Ginny walk come in to the common room. I look across at Ron, obviously he noticed them, or else he finds a scab on his knee extremely interesting.

"Hi Ron, Harry," Hermione says.

"Hey 'mione," we say in unison, glancing up from our game of chess.

"Hey Gin." I add.

"Hi Harry," she says, walking over to one of the comfy chairs in front of the fireplace, and taking a seat. Not that I'm watching her or anything like that. Okay, well maybe I am a little. Or a lot. The light from the fire reflects off her hair, making it shine. I just can't help it. She is so beautiful.

Well? I am really sorry that all my chapters are so short but as there are no people reviewing it and telling me that it is good I am not going to waste my time making the chapters long.