A wicked grin on her face, Bella shoved a piece of paper under Harry's nose. With a yell, Harry jumped back. He and Bella were in the Gryffindor Common Room, and Bella had been scribbling on that piece of paper since she and Harry had gotten back from the trophy room. She hadn't let him see it at ALL. He had dared to ask what it was for about 10 minutes earlier, and Bella had glared at him and hissed,

"It's for HERMIONE, dolt." And she had gone back to scribbling on the paper. Harry had stayed quiet since then. But it had been 20 minutes, and he had almost fallen asleep on the bright red couch when Bella finished.

"THERE!" she hissed, pointing vigorously at the paper.

"What?? WHAT??" cried Harry, trying to focus on the paper as Bella's finger jabbed wrinkles in it. "Bella, I can't…" and with a groan of frustration, Harry snatched the paper out of Bella's hands. An angry, startled look on her face, Bella glowered at Harry as he read what was on the paper as fast as he could. Finally, he gave it back. "I don't get it, Bella. Looks like a bunch of scribbles to me." Bella hugged the paper to her chest and glared harder at Harry. Damn, she had a wicked glare! Thought Harry as Bella spoke.

"Fine. I'll spell it out for you simpleton." Bella turned around the paper and jabbed at a log-shaped thing standing up vertically. "That, smart one, is Hermione's shampoo. I brought along some hair dye with me, and I think we should do a little...switch." said Bella wickedly, pointing at another vertical log drawn on the paper and traced the line drawn between it and the "shampoo container".

"Nice. What did you bring?" asked Harry, his mind racing hopefully with thought that if Hermione felt self-conscious, she might not stalk him anymore.

"Purple, lime green, neon blue…" listed Bella, counting off on her fingers. "I think that's it. Oh! And sea green. Kind of a mix between blue and green. But I'm gonna use that for MY hair, so that's not for Hermione." She said in an almost amusing business-like manner.

"What??? Dye your hair?? Bella…why??" cried Harry, staring at Bella's thick blonde hair, which he found very pretty on her. Bella shrugged.

"Because! I want to. EVERYONE tells me I'd look good with a blue-green colour…so I am. ANYWAY, this isn't about me. It's about Hermione. What colour do you say, Harry?" Harry dragged a hand through his raven-black hair, a thoughtful look on his handsome face as he leaned back on the plush red couch.

"Mmm…I don't know. Let's mix 'em! How about a mix of purple and green?" Bella opened her mouth like she was going to protest, but then settled back into her seat, a velvet purple armchair, and nodded thoughtfully. "Nice idea…very nice… that would get a kind of ugly christmasy-colour." Bella's famous grin spread across her face. It was lopsided, and very wicked in a witty way. Whenever she was happy, she had her grin on. It made her practically famous around Hogwarts…that and the fact that she was dating George Weasley.

In a random spurt of energy, Bella leaped out of her chair and smacked Harry on the back, obviously meaning to be friendly.

"I love it! Let's do it."

"When…?"

"NOW!!" cried Bella, turned to run upstairs, but was caught by Harry.

"Whoa there, Bell. I know you're impatient…but let's wait. Tonight, maybe. Then we can see the horrific results tomorrow morning, after she's taken a shower."

"NOW, DAMMIT!!" yelled Bella, trying to get away but stopped as the eyes of her fellow Gryffindors fell upon her. Glowering, she sunk back into her seat. "Fine. I'll wait. But only until she's asleep, ya got that?? THEN YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK!" hissed Bella, only a little too loudly. Harry grinned.

"Good for you, Bell, good for you." And before Bella could reply, a rather star-struck looking Ron Weasley entered the room.

"RON!" cried Bella happily as the stout redhead sat next to Harry, a far-away look on his face. Ron didn't reply.

"Ron? Dude. Wake up." Said Harry, a little more than annoyed at Ron's behavior. He raised a hand to whack the Weasley back into reality, but Ron blinked and looked around.

"What? Oh! Bella! Hi." He said, and looked like he was about to drift off again when Harry grabbed his arms and shook him.

"Ron! You leave us again and so help me I'll hex you all the way to the United States!"

"Yeah, Ron. Fill us in.," said Bella sarcastically, knowing full well why Ron was acting like this. Ron didn't notice, though, and a HUGE grin spread across his freckled face.

"Hermione likes me, you know." He started, and Harry and Bella exchanged a knowing glance. "She can't keep her hands off me. Seriously, I met her in the hallway…she couldn't say hello until she had grabbed my hand. I'll hafta fight her off with a stick sooner'n later." Bragged Ron, that weird smile still stretched across his face. Bella suddenly grinned too.

"Ron, are you drunk? I TOLD you to lay off the firewhiskey!" Ron stared back at Bella indignantly.

"Of course not! I just…Hermione…" and he was off again in his dream world. Harry snorted.

"Ron's in loooove." Said Harry sarcastically, punching his friend's shoulder

"Ron? Are you crazy? Dude, Ron is like the kiddy pool while we're the 12-foot-deep-end!" cried Bella, getting a rather wild look in her eyes. Harry and Ron both stared at her with the same look in their eyes.

"Uh, Bella?" they said together, eyeing their friend.

"Yeah, I'm shallow. So what? You compare me to a KIDDY pool?" growled Ron, now back in reality fully. Bella grinned.

"YOU'RE BACK WITH US, RON!!" she cried happily, throwing her arms around Ron's broad shoulders. A little edgily, Ron replied,

"OK, what are you and Harry planning? You've both got that…LOOK…and you're acting a little odd." Harry and Bella turned and grinned at each other.

"Us? Plotting something? Are you INSANE?' said Harry in over-exaggerated innocence at the same time Bella cried,

"A LITTLE odd?? Ron, where have you BEEN these past 7 years??" And before Ron could reply, he saw the piece of paper on the floor between Harry and Bella.

"What…?" and Bella snatched it back

"YOU CAN'T LOOK AT THAT!" she screamed, hugging it to her chest.

"What IS it??" snapped Ron peevishly, leaning back on the couch, defeated.

"You'll see soon enough." Said Harry, rather cunning for him. And, with a final grin at each other, Harry and Bella retreated to a corner so they could work out the details, leaving a rather bemused Ron by the couches.