A/N: YAY! Chapter two! Keep in mind I am making it a humor story by making them so out-of-character. Honestly, if I was to do this whole fic over again, I would have done it completely different. I LOVE MY REVIEWERS! I hope ya'll like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Or What Women Want. Life sucks.

There I was, oh so innocently, sitting in Transfiguration, when my quill fell. So I simply bent down to pick it up. Well, it just so happens that a certain professor standing behind me.

Oh my, look at the butt! I just want to-

"Professor!" I yelled, not wanted to hear the rest.

"Yes Weasley?" Professor McGonagall said, flustered. I wonder why!

"Nothing, sorry."

Nothing my arse. My eye is twitching! Twitching! I don't know how I feel about this new 'gift'. It's nice to know that Hermione thinks my arse is cute, but not McGonagall.

Back in the common room, I tested my 'gift'.

So far, Parvati thinks Semus' laugh is cute, Hermione hasn't thought one thing about me (damn), and Lavender wants to dye her hair red.

With nothing interesting to hear, I decided to go up to bed.

"Night 'Mione, night Harry."

The last thing I heard was-

I love it when he calls me 'Mione!

It took me a minute to find out why I had set my alarm clock so early. Then I remembered. I had set it off to go early so I could get to potions class on time. Then I remembered the previous potions class. Then I remembered that my potion blew up. Ah ha! That's why I can hear what women think - the potions accident!

I slowly got up out of bed, got showered and clothed, and then I headed for the common room.

It was still early, and hardly anyone was up. I sat down and was just thinking about my dream last night, when the object of my dream sat down beside me.

"Morning 'Mione." I remembered that she likes it when I call her that.

"Morning Ron," She said happily.

We sat there talking about nothing for a half-hour, until Harry came down and we headed to breakfast.

"So, when are quidditch practices?" You could tell Hermione was just trying to be nice.

Why am I even asking about Quidditch? I could care less!

"They're tomorrow," Harry (the new quidditch captain) replied.

"Are you going out for it Ron?"

I was quiet for a little, to see if she had any thoughts to go with it, but she didn't.

"I might..." I said, somewhat truthfully, though I really didn't know.

"Oh, ok."

I just love to watch him ride that broom!

I had to smirk to myself.

"I think I will. Are you going to come and watch?" I could use this to my advantage.

"I might."

This is going to be fun, no?

A/N: Soooo? What do you think? There weren't many spelling errors in this one, but I still blushed from the poor writing quality.

Thanks so much to all of you that stuck with me!

Next Chapter: Quidditch Tryouts