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"So you're saying you can hear what women are thinking?"

I nodded.

"Riiight," Harry drew out as he looked at me incredulously, "And you think it's because you blew up your Polyjuice potion?"

"Harry. Are you saying you don't believe me?"

"So, what do girls say about me?"

I was a bit taken aback by this question that I was quiet for a minute.

"Well, Lavender thinks you're gay," I said with a smirk. Gods, what am I doing smirking? Am I turning into Malfoy?

"WHAT?"

"Yeah, she thinks you and Snapella would make a good couple."

"WHAT?" Harry repeated.

"She has this... thing, for gay men. I tried not to listen to it," I said. What I didn't say was that Snapella thought he and Harry would make a good couple too.

"What does Ginny, um, say about me?" Harry asked, his face turning a shade of pink. Since when does Harry blush?

I sighed.

"She thinks you have a cute smile," I said, trying not to roll my eyes.

"That's all, nothing else?" Harry said. I think he was starting to sweat a bit. Hmm...

"Yeah... Why?" I asked sneakily.

"Good," Harry said looking relieved. I wonder what made him so nervous in the first place.

I was just about to ask him why he was so worried about it when Ginny came clamoring down the stairs, fallowed by Hermione, albeit quieter and more graceful.

"Ginny!" Harry said, jumping up and whispering in her ear.

NO! He can't tell her about-

"Oh Ron! Thank you so much! This means the world to me!" Ginny said into my shirt as she - what is this all about?- hugged me. But I wasn't listening to her. I was listening to-

Why can't he hug me like that? Instead of just patting me on the back?

Ok, now I know what I have to do. I have to give her a hug? Now how to do that?

Hermione and I sat on the couch in front of the fire as Harry chased a giggling Ginny up the stairs. All was quiet as we stared into the fire. I was painfully aware of how close our hands were. Apparently, so was Hermione.

If he would just reach out and grab it...

Well, if she wants me to. I grabbed her hand. She smiled at me as she laced her fingers with mine. Our hands were a perfect fit.

A million thoughts were racing through Hermione's (and my) mind.

Does he like me? Well, duh Hermione, if he didn't why would he be holding your hand? And if he doesn't, why would he have taken you to his 'place' after quidditch tryouts? But then again, why would someone so cute and funny and nice and just so... perfect, like someone like you?

I had to make her stop thinking like that. And I had to make her stop thinking in third person, it was a bit creepy.

"Hermione." She let go of my hand in surprise.

"Would you-" My voice cracked so I started again, "'Mione, would you like to go to Hogsmede this weekend with me?"

"Oh Ron, I would love to!" She sat a bit closer to me, resting her head on my shoulder before speaking again. "Thank you for asking."

"My pleasure 'Mione," I mumbled.

We sat in silence for a while, her head on my shoulder, staring into the fire. Finally, after a half hour or so, I found that Hermione had fallen asleep on my arm. Umm. Not good.

I couldn't wake her, so I lifted her up off my shoulder and laid her down in a comfortable position. I got a blanket off a chair and draped it over her. I gave her a small kiss on the forehead before heading up to shower.

The last thing I heard was-

I didn't know I was such a convincing fake-sleeper!

Wait- WHAT?

A/N: My first ever cliffie!I feel tears coming on! Alright if you want to know what happens next, review! It makes me type faster!

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