A/N: I know, this is very short, but that means there should be another chapter up fairly soon, so just deal with it. :P Also, please remember that I have original work on fictionpress under the same pen name so go check it out!

Hermione didn't notice that I noticed her come into class with her cheeks all rosy and a huge smile on her face. And naturally, Malfoy came in a minute or two behind her wearing an expression closer to a smile rather than his usual smirk.

I looked around the class to see if anybody else had noticed their peculiar behavior, but it didn't seem like it. Nobody ever really noticed Hermione, and Malfoy was a snake.

Arithmancy passed and if people were observant, the would have noticed the glances passing between Hogwarts' newlyweds. After class, I sought Hermione out.

"Hermione!"

She turned around. "Hi, Lav."

We started walking towards the Great Hall for an early supper. "So, Hermione, what happened before class this afternoon?"

She blushed. "I think you already know what happened, so why do you ask?"

I smiled, "Fair enough, but you two should be a little bit more careful. Anyone with an eye can notice the glances you exchange."

"We realize that. We also figure that since you know, you can cover for us sometimes . . . right?"

I thought it over. "I suppose I would."

We sat down to dinner and were soon joined by Harry, Neville, and Dean. Harry sat down by Hermione almost too quickly. Dean took a seat by me and Neville across from us.

"How was class, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"It was alright."

"That's good."

I observed Harry and Hermione's conversation over the next fifteen minutes or so. I noticed a few things about the interaction: First, Harry seemed much more into the conversation that Hermione was; Second, Hermione was more interested in her book (and glancing at the Slytherin table) than talking to Harry; and Lastly, Harry continuously moved closer to Hermione and found reasons to reach across her or brush his hand against hers. One thing was painfully clear.

Harry really liked Hermione.

I wondered if Hermione was aware of Harry's feelings for her. I seriously doubted it. She was married and obviously content therefore not even looking at another guy – or noticing if any guy was checking her out.

I decided I should talk to her.

A group of Gryffindors including Harry, Hermione, and myself headed upstairs towards the tower shortly after dinner. We all hung out in the common room doing homework, talking, and laughing. One by one, people trickled off to bed until only Harry, Hermione, and I were left.

Harry got up slowly as if going off to bed while Hermione finished writing whatever she was doing. I looked down, pretending to read my book and not notice the two.

"Well, I'm off to bed Hermione. Good night."

She looked up. "Oh, good night, Harry. I'm probably going up in a minute or two, so don't worry about me." She smiled.

"Alright, then," Harry replied. Then he took her hand and kissed it like she was a noblewoman in the old muggle movies. "Sweet dreams," he said softly and then walked upstairs.

I looked over at Hermione. Her eyebrows were high and her mouth was wide open. I chuckled to myself and decided now was as good a time as any.

"He likes you, you know."

She sighed. "Yes, I wasn't sure before, but it's becoming clearer all the time. What should I do, Lavender?"

I thought a moment. "I'm really not sure at the moment, "Mione. Let me think about it tonight and you or both of us can talk to Draco in the morning, wouldn't you agree? He's bound to have an idea if he doesn't get too jealous."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Good night, Lav."

"Good night, 'Mione."