It's all J.K. Rowling's. Just saying.
Gryffindor Common Room
Hermione's point of view
I had decided Harry just didn't know what he was talking about. Ron couldn't like me if he was talking about another girl like that to Ginny. Besides, I knew there was no way he would. I had bad hair, focused too much on school, and acted like I knew everything. He didn't know that was all a cover-up for my insecurities, so of course he'd just think I was bossy and mean. He'd never want to date me.
As I sat on the couch by the fireplace trying to do my reading, I couldn't help but think of him. He was really starting to get to my schoolwork.
At that moment, of course, he came in the common room.
Not thinking much of it, I jumped up to greet him. He appeared shocked, so I tried desperately for a cover-up.
"I… so, Ron," I started. "Have you finished that paper yet?"
"Almost finished," he said. "I just need a conclusion."
"Right," I replied. "So, then, you'd better get to work?"
I hadn't realized until that moment how amazingly close he was to me. I could smell the faint scent of cologne on him, and it was tantalizing. For a few moments, we stood there, just looking at one another.
Then, as if Ron noticed the same thing I did, he shook his head suddenly and said, "Right then…I'll go do that." And he sat himself down in the chair across from me and began to write.
Ron
Wow, that was… But I wouldn't let my thoughts wander to exactly what it was. She had been there, and I was there, and we looked at each other and… Ginny couldn't be right, could she? But that was impossible. I just wasn't Hermione's type. Surely she'd go for guys who were smarter, and certainly more attractive. With my huge freckles and bright red hair, there was no way she'd go for me.
Still, I couldn't help but look at her as we worked. She was so sweet, and so considerate, and so… beautiful. A few times she seemed like she was starting to look at me, so I quickly looked away. I think I blushed a few times, but I hoped she didn't notice.
I admired how much she studied. She always just seemed to care so much about her work and everything that was going on in school. Somehow, I just couldn't do that. All I knew was I cared about her.
Hermione
I couldn't have cared in the least about what was going on with my homework that day. Ron was so intoxicating I couldn't concentrate for anything. Every once in a while, I could have sworn he was looking at me, but he'd just turn away as soon as I looked. A few times, I saw him blush, but I thought nothing of it. For all I knew, he was just embarrassed at being caught not doing his homework.
Eventually, I gave up on doing my reading for that day.
"Finished yet?" I asked, looking for something more to do.
"Last sentence," he replied, and finished what he was writing. "Finished!" he exclaimed, and his adorable face lit up with pride as he looked at me.
I couldn't help but smile back.
Potions Class
Ron's point of view
Blimey, but that Snape was an evil man. He just wouldn't lay off Harry for anything!
"Mr. Potter," Snape snarled, for no real reason, "I've had just about enough of you. I'd rather just not look at you for now."
Harry looked at him, surprised.
"Go trade places with Miss Granger, Mr. Potter." He glared at him. "Now."
Harry did what Snape said and took his seat next to Neville. But that meant, oh no. Hermione was going to sit next to me! I'd never be able to concentrate now…
"Hello, Ron," she whispered, catching my eye.
"Hello there," I replied, and we both continued to listen to Snape.
The potion today had something to do with curing warts or something like that. I didn't know for sure; Hermione was distracting me. She just smelled so good… Was that perfume she was wearing? Whatever it was, it was amazing. I paid attention as best I could, and then we had to work together.
Hermione
I couldn't believe Snape had had Harry and I switch places. I felt bad for Harry, but at the same time, it was Ron! I couldn't help but smile a little as I whispered my "hello."
As we worked together, we found we made a good team. I'd tell him which ingredients, he'd find them, and we'd put them in together. Our potion was coming along perfectly.
At one point, Ron went to hand me one of the ingredients, and our fingers brushed. It was like little sparks of electricity went through me where we had touched, and I blushed furiously. I noticed he did, too, probably in response to me.
Unfortunately, so did Snape.
"Well, well, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley," he snarled loudly. "This isn't your social hour, so I'd appreciate it if you left your antics out of my classroom." He looked at each of us severely.
Each student in the class looked at us at once, and a few whispered to one another. Ron looked as though he blushed enough to turn his toes red, and I'm sure I did the same. We didn't look at each other the rest of the class.
A/N: There it is: another chapter. Let me know what you think!
