Disclaimer: I own all the Harry Potter books. Unfortunately I didn't write any of them. That would be J K Rowling.

Author's note: Here's my second chapter then. If anyone has any interesting titles for any of my chapters or the title of this story, please tell me. I'm no good at thinking of titles.


The next morning Harry, Ron and Hermione went down to breakfast in the Great Hall. As Harry was eating his bacon he couldn't help staring at Hermione. She was so pretty, in her unusual way, and he loved her so much.

"Harry, do you realise that you've been staring at me with that piece of bacon half way to your mouth for exactly 10 minutes?"

"Oh, have I? I must have erm…forgotten what I was doing. We better get to potions. Snape'll kill us if we're late," Harry said, quickly shoving the rest of his breakfast in his mouth and walking towards the doors.

Ron and Hermione exchanged puzzled looks but followed Harry towards potions.

Harry tried to concentrate as Snape droned on about the properties of a correctly made cut-healing potion, but he couldn't help looking across the row to where Hermione was sitting.

"Potter, do you love Granger?" Snape's voice and the raucous laughter from the Slytherins cut across Harry's daydreams.

"Yes I do – n't," Harry said, quickly covering up his slip-up but going bright red. Hermione also looked like she was going to die of embarrassment.

"'Yes I don't' is not grammatically correct. Please answer me again in proper English."

"I do not love Hermione or anyone else. Why do you think I do?"

"Throughout this lesson you have been staring at her instead of me. I am sure I am much more interesting. 50 points from Gryffindor. Now back to the lesson. If your potion has turned luminous green, then you must have put too much dragon droppings in…"

After potions, Hermione pulled Ron down a dim deserted side corridor.

"Ron, does Harry really love me? Please tell the truth."

"Of course Harry loves you. I thought someone with an IQ as high as yours would have figured that out ages ago. Mines only 4 and I worked it out. Well actually Harry told me, but still! Why else would he be staring at you all the time like that?"

"But I love you Ron. But I don't want to hurt Harry's feelings."

"I love you too Hermione."

Hermione fainted.

"Oh there you two are, I've been looking all over for you," Harry said appearing at the end of the corridor.

"HERMIONE!" yelled Ron and Harry in unison as Hermione's head hit the floor.

"She's not breathing! She needs the kiss of life!" Ron said.

"I'll give it to her!" Harry said, pushing Ron out of the way.

"No I am!" Ron yelled, shoving Harry back.

They both dived for her mouth and felt it, but something wasn't right.

"Harry, is that your mouth I'm kissing?"

"I don't know, is that your mouth I'm kissing?"

Harry and Ron quickly broke apart, Ron coving his hands over his mouth and looking like he was going to be sick. Harry took the opportunity to resuscitate Hermione.

"Harry! You saved my life! I love you!"

"I love you too Hermione. Will you go out with me?"

"I owe you my life Harry. Of course I'll go out with you."

Ron had just recovered from spitting out all the disgusting Harry spit in his mouth. He immediately turned round to Hermione, ready to say or do something to hurt her as much as possible but stopped himself just in time. He turned red with rage and steam poured out his ears like a choo-choo train from trying to stop himself doing anything. He didn't really want to hurt Hermione, he loved her, and he knew she loved him too. She was just going out with Harry because he'd saved her life. If he hurt Hermione she'd hate him, and then she'd never go out with him. No, he decided, he had to do this properly and think it out logically just like Hermione would. Oh dear, he thought, this is exactly what I'm not good at.


Sorry I was mean to Ron and made his IQ 4, it was just the first thing that came into my head, and this story is one shot apart from the fact that the basic plot comes from a comic strip. PLEASE R&R!