A/N: I'm slowly revising this fic. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this. I was young and stupid, I suppose. I can't change the whole bad out-of-character-ness, but I will fix the other crappy parts!

This fic is based on the movie, 'What Women Want', if you couldn't tell. I would love to know what you think of it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or 'What Women Want', don't remind me.

"What did I do this time?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have made such a big deal about Krum."

"But... Harry, what if she really likes him?"

"He is just a friend. Trust me, I know she likes you. And I know that you like her. Now go kiss and make up."

"How do you know I like her?"

"I didn't. But I do now."

"Damn you! ... Does it show?"

"… Not at all."

A snicker fallowed that comment.

It's true. I've liked her for a while now. But she likes Krum. Why else would she continue to be his 'pen pal'? I sighed and stood up. I

"Harry, I'm off to bed," I said as I walked out of the common room.

"I'll be up in a little. I still have to finish this potion's homework."

I nodded my understanding and walked wearily up the steps.

I spent most of the time in bed thinking about how I could've prevented the fight I had with Hermione. But I still didn't see how it was my fault. If she'd just stop writing to Krum…

The next thing I knew was bright sunlight burning my eyes. I looked at my clock. WHAT? The clock read eight-thirty. Damnit. I overslept and was now late for Potion's class.

I jumped up out of bed, grabbed some clothes and ran out the door, into the Common Room, and out of the Fat Lady's portrait. Ohhhh crap. Snape is going to kill me.

I ran all the way to the Dungeons.

"Who do we have here? Mr. Weasley. Take your seat. Ten points from Gryffindor for your lateness." Snape sneered at me. I could almost smell his putrid breath from here.

I got to work on my potion. Simple really, just Polyjuice. I set about it quietly for a minute before I nudged Hermione, who was next to me.

"'Mione, I really am sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so angry about the whole Krum thing. Will you please forgive me?" It was very out-of-character for me to be the one who says sorry, but I really do hate it when she's mad at me.

"Of course Ronald. Victor is just a friend, nothing else. Why do you always get so worked-?"

BLAM.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked to no one in particular.

Well would you look at that? Someone's been working out. Stop it Poppy! Inappropriate thoughts about a student! Tsk tsk. What would Albus think of you?

"Pardon?" I looked at who had just said that. Madam Pomfrey? I'm in the hospital wing? Did she just say what I think she said? I shivered. Ew.

I looked down. I didn't have a shirt on, and I had been working out…

"Ok, you need to drink this, and this, and this. Then you'll be free to leave." She shoved me three potion bottles, and looked at me expectantly. I pointedly ignored them.

"What did you say before?" Who in their right name would say something like that out loud? And about a minor?

"I didn't say anything." Riiiight.

"Ok then. Let's go with that. Now, what happened?"

"Potion backfired. Professor Snape tells me you added too much lacewing to your Polyjuice. Don't worry, I patched you right up. Now please leave Mr. Weasley."

I stood up, reached for a shirt and pulled it on. I walked out of the Hospital Wing to find Harry just outside the door.

"I was just coming to see you. You added way too much lacewing to the potion. And it blew up. First Snape deducted twenty points and told us to bring you here." He gestured to the door.

"Ok, well I feel fine, but listen to what Madam Pomfrey just-"

"Oh Ron! I was so worried about you!" Hermione said as she ran up to hug me.

What would I do without you? Who else will spawn my children?

WHAT?

"What? Hermione what did you just say?"

"I didn't say anything Ron. Why?"

"Nothing."

Merlin, I'm hearing things.

I turned to go to the Great Hall for lunch.

Oh my, look at that arse!

"Whoa, 'Mione!" I yelped out as my face got red, I stopped dead in my tracks.

"What Ronald?" I hate it when she calls me Ronald. I don't even know why she does it half the time.

I tuned slowly around to face her. She looked at me as if I was crazy.

Oh Merlin! He hates it when I call him Ronald!

She said it, but her lips didn't move. Then it all clicked. Madam Pomfrey thinking I was 'working out', Hermione thinking I'll have kids - gulp- with her, Her thinking I have a - big gulp- cute arse. I can hear what women think!