(Okay this chapter is kind of short and useless but, oh, well)

Back in the common Hermione asked, "Did the two of you have a good time in Hogsmeade?"
"Yeah," said Harry.
"Good."
"Did the two of you see the sign in the window at the Three Broomsticks?" asked Renata.
"The Christmas dance? Yes, we saw it," said Hermione.
"Well, are you two going to try to sneak out and go?" asked Renata.
"Well." Hermione hesitated.
"Well, what?" demanded Renata.
"Ron didn't ask me to go to the dance with him." Hermione shot him a withering look and Ron cringed down in his seat, his ears turning red.
"I can't dance," he muttered.
"Ron, you dance fine," said Renata.
He just shook his head.
Hermione glared at him. "If you don't believe her, at least believe me. I've danced with you and you are a very good dancer. Will you go to the Three Broomsticks with me on Christmas?"
Ron's answer seemed somewhat choked, "Yes!"
"Good." She settled back on the sofa and put her arm around Ron.
"Why are you frowning, Harry?" asked Renata.
"Just something I was thinking about. I can't believe it. I actually miss divination. I don't miss Trelawny but some of the stuff we were supposed to learn this year might actually have been useful."
"Like what?" asked Hermione, disdainfully; they all knew how much she loathed divinations. It was almost as much as Harry loathed potions.
"Telepathy. That was supposed to be this year. Imagine being able to talk to each other inside our heads. Don't you think it's useful?" asked Harry.
"Why would I bother, Harry? I can read your mind whenever I feel like it," Renata told him smugly.
Before Harry could react, she was reciting the mind reading spell. After a few minutes she said, "Thanks for the compliment. But you're wrong, I have every right to step inside your brain whenever I want." She grinned. "Come on, Hermione, I'm tired."
Hermione followed her without argument even though it was still early. Obviously they wanted to talk out of the boys' earshot.
"So what were you thinking?" asked Ron.
"That she shouldn't be allowed to enter my mind without asking."
"And the compliment?"
Harry blushed. "I thought she looked gorgeous sitting there."
Ron grinned. "I can tell there's an 'and' in there somewhere."
"And I wished we were by ourselves."
"Ha! You wanted a lip-lock."
"So? What if I wanted to kiss her? She's my girlfriend. It's not a crime. Besides, I saw the way you were looking at Hermione."
"Bu-"
"Don't deny it. Both of us are really happy to be with them again and that's all there is too it." Harry grinned.
"You're right about that, Harry. Definitely right about that."