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Chapter Eleven

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Note from Author: Meep! Eleven chapters in one week. -Proud- Well, enjoy the next chapters as the plot in Hogwarts begins to thicken.

Ron's POV

What a strange thing for Hermione to say. And I mean STRANGE! Could it… could it… no…

But the fact remains that now she looks completely mortified. That has to be a good sign, right? Or… is it good? I've never considered this happening. But then again, what exactly is 'this'? 'This' could be completely non-existent…

Oh come on, Ron. That's just crap. You know what she means.

I cough. No - maybe that wasn't a good idea. No - wait - Hermione, don't go! Then I smile. She smiles back, and sits back down, extracting a towering load of homework.

"Geeze, Hermione. How much homework have you got? We've had two lessons."

"Oh. This? It isn't homework. The bottom half is notes for S.P.E.W., two sheets in the middle are homework and the top… the top is, um…"

"What?" I demand. She looks a little flustered. Well, Hermione's main traits for hiding things are deliberately not looking at you, going red and then turning to a pile of notes. It's funny - 'cause I've never picked up on that before. But as she turns away, I grab a piece of paper from the top and stare, goggle-eyed at it.

"Geeze, Hermione!"

Dear Hermione,

I've never been much good at writing letters. But, here we go. I'm trying. I'd just like to say that this is probably in addition to a load of letters you've received today, 'cause you're really beautiful, did you know? And I'd be really happy if you'd accompany me to Hogsmeade next time we go.

Until then, Cormac McLaggen.

"McLaggen? So, these aren't exactly from well-wishers then! All the people who wrote these are probably completely crazy. They only want one thing, probably -"

"I think that's enough, Ron," Hermione says curtly. "That's not the point. Just because they've sent me notes, doesn't mean that I'm -"

"They?"

Hermione coughs, and reaches almost casually for the pile beside her, but I reach out and grab it first. I rifle through the pieces of parchment, to find that they are all love notes or something of the sort. Whatever. They all contain flirty messages - so that makes them love notes.

"Ron! Give that back!" She says desperately. "Or I'll -"

"Give me detention?" I retort back rudely, remembering Fred or George say something of the like last year. Can't remember which.

"No," she says in a darkly significant voice. "I'll leave you to find out what I'll do."

Hm. I might just take her up on that.

I take out another piece of parchment, and begin reading loudly.

"Dear Hermione…"

"Ron, I'm going to count down to one…"

She's simmering with complete anger. Uh-oh. Danger sign. But somehow, I can't stop. It's that fat mouth of mine again, spouting a load of rubbish.

"You're looking fabulous today…"

"Five."

"I've never realised just how…"

"Four."

"… gorgeous you are."

"Three!"

"From your first and foremost admirer…"

"Two."

"George Tickson…"

"One!"

"P.S; Bet you're a great snogger…"

And like wildfire she launches herself at me and I try to turn away, or to force a shield charm out of my battered, yet new wand. But hell, there's no stopping Hermione when she's in a fury. Argh! She's getting closer. Who knows what the hell she's planning to do? I can see her, looking as if she's about to punch my lights out. She leans forward…

And begins snogging my brains out.

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Note from Author: Took a great deal of courage to write that, XD. Now R & R, before I have a heart attack in anticipation.