"Whatever!" Ron said shock evident in his voice.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"He just said he didn't care whether we won the next game. He's a traitor, especially since he's on the team. Tell him Harry."

"I can't make him say he cares. As long as he doesn't help throw the game I'm good. What, do you expect for me to do, break him into detenton until he gives in."

"Harry!" Hermione scolded. " That's an abuse of power and your scaring Neville."

"It was just a joke."

"Not very funny...oh look Mrs.Weasley's coming this way."

Indeed she was and she was more like running.

"Hermione congratulations!" she announced.

"Thanks." Hermione said turning back to her food trying to avoid the conversation.

"I just wanted to talk to you about some things."

"I really appreciate it but I would prefer not to." she responded.

"What's she talking about?" Neville asked watching them go back and forth.

"Um...Hermione's pregnant now shush I want to hear this." Ron said ignoring his shocked expression. Harry sat there watching them go back and forth. Nevetrmind the fact that Neville was once again the last person to know something.

"Hermione I went through seven children I know how to help."

"And I'm telling you I don't need that same help your trying to give." Hermione said trying but failing to control her temper. She kept on reiterating the same thing over and over again but to no avail.

"Mrs. Weasley, I understand that this is coming from that special place in your heart that you reserve for all of us. I appreciate it so much that you consider me special enough to give me advice. I however do not want this advice. I keep repeating the fact that I have a handle on it. Harry and I have a handle on it..."

Harry knowing that this was going to lead into one of her yelling things that she got into every once in a while covered her mouth.

"Excuse her." Harry said, ignoring all the stares she had attracted in their direction.

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"Hey, Hermione back from Quidditch practice!" Harry shouted." Hermione..."

He looked over to see her knitting furiously, the needles clashing with a slight ting sound. As far as he could see the top coat of them making the needles their gray hue was starting to eb away.

"Please don't tell me your knitting for the house elves again. You saw for yourself how insulted they were when you tried to give them clothes. They've just started to forgive you."

"Harry as hard as it was I gave up on the dream of them being free. It seems as if I was the only one who really wanted their liberation. You can't force freedom if they don't want it. All I can do is try to get them treated fairly and not as cruely as they are by some people. By the way I'm not knitting clothes...I'm knitting booties."

"What are they and why are you doing it if you sound so disgusted?" Harry asked.

"Well their for babies feet. I was going to make them anyway but then Mrs. Weasley parctically forced me."

"I don't see the problem if you already planned to do them."

"It's the principal of the thing Harry. I would have done it because I wanted to. I would have felt this need to create something from my heart to give to this child and I would have spent many hours here on this chair maybe with you if you wanted creating it. It might be absolutely horrible but it would still be filled with love. That's what I wanted to happen with it."

"That sounds amazing Hermione. It's not amazing though that she might get her feelings hurt in the process."

"That's what happens when you put yourself in situations in which your not supposed to be. Look at all the things that we've done over the years if we had stayed minding our own business----"

"We might have been dead by now. It has its good and its bad points."

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The next day...

"You know these professors are mad?" Ron said.

"How?" Harry asked.

"All this stuff they tried to give us as reviews before N.E.W.T.'s testing."

"I'm in all of your classes and I have extras why are you telling me?" Harry fired back.

"You don't seem to have any trouble with it."

"I actually pay attention in class."

"Hey, I do too."

"I think you've gotten attention and attendance mixed up." Harry said laughing while Ron was scowling.

"Look at it this way we don't have very many final exams to take." Harry said trying to make him feel better.

As his face brightened up he replied.

"Yes, and I'm grateful that we have an extra month to study for N.E.W.T.'s."

"What do you mean? N.E.W.T.'s start first thing next week. Where have you been? Have you not seen everyone studying like crazy. Even Hermione started going to the library even more than she already has. I have her on me everyday and randomly she'll start reviewing me on subjects. It's very cute but also annoying and scary."

"When does she do that?" Ron asked. "Why doesn't she do that for me?"

"She tried remember and then you kept on telling her to go bother me as you had a handle on it. Then she reminded you about how you don't have forever to study as they were drawing nearer. Then you went and insulted her by telling her that she worries too much about studying and you indeed did have time. She got pissed and went back to her studying saying what an ungrateful oaf you are. I might also like to mention that every, and I mean every teacher has been demanding that we study. I repeat again where...were...you?"

"I've been distracted lately!" Ron finally explained.

"What or who?" Hermione asked.

"Where did you come from?" Ron asked. "Why are you butting into our conversation?"

"We're best friends I but when I feel the need. Also when I feel that you are about to do something stupid. The moment has approached so would you please explain what is going on right now."

"This is a guys conversation. That I need to figure out, with Harry not you!" Ron started to grow a temper.

"So, this is a guy's conversation eh, that means this is about a person."

"Hermione, I really don't want to talk about it."

"So who is this girl that you like by the way?"

"I..."

"Don't deny it. This is my version of payback. So who is this girl that you like?"

Exasperated and frustrated he gave up on his futile attempts and caved.

"I like...Luna."

"When exactly did this happen?" Harry asked.

"I don't know it just did." Ron said.

"I'd be careful if I where you. Explore it before you jump right into the relationship, she might have slipped you something in your drink."

She picked up a piece of bread.

"Do you think that she would?" Ron asked alarmed.

"No, she seems nice and she has kept some of our secrets before. It's just we should be careful and if you're not sure test it out go on a date with her, it's your life after all I'm not telling you what to do just be careful."

"Thanks mum."

"I'm not your mother. Speaking of mothers I think that yours might need some comforting."

"Why is that?" Ron asked.

"Well I kind of told her my opinions on some of the things that she told me. Most of them I called ludicrous and she just replied by telling me that's how she had brought up all her children. I insulted her and she doesn't want to talk to me at the moment."

"Is that why she keeps on sending you these glares?" Harry asked.

She nodded in response. "I feel rejected."

A/N: I decided to post this chapter early. I worked it out in little segments si if something confuses you don't be afraid to ask