The next day, Hermione was back to her normal self, though she couldn't help but ask Ron what he meant about her being so joyful. "Ron, all I am asking for you to do is just answer my question." she said firmly when Ron and herself were alone in the library, Harry was out with the quidditch team.
"All I said was, you weren't yourself, you weren't suggesting schoolwork, and you weren't scolding and you were joking a awful lot." Ron explained boringly.
'Blimey, Ron!' Hermione thought, "Well, were you annoyed or something, or did you like my joyful side?" she asked quietly.
"A little." Ron answered a little quietly also so noone else could hear, "Though I liked the way you used to nag alot."
"You think I nag alot?" Hermione asked, hurt, 'Oh, don't start like that Hermione, though that is what he likes about me, just laugh at yourself.', she thought, then chuckled softly, "I guess I do." she agreed.
Ron smiled that bright smile she loved so much, "And that, Hermione Granger, is what makes you, you." he said before patting her on the shoulders softly, before leaving Hermione in the Library.
'What just happened there?' Hermione thought confusedly.
Later that afternoon, Hermione watched Ron's Quidditch practise. "Go Ron!" she would shout time to time everytime he saved a goal. After practise, when she ran up to tell Ron he did brilliantly, Lavender Brown walked up to him. 'Oh great, what does she want!' she thought angrily, though she just stood there watching them, 'What does she have that I dont?', she kept watching, until something terrifieng happened, Lavender reached up to kiss Ron's cheek, now she found out what she has, Ron. Hermione then went up to the common room, without saying anything, and all the way, she was crying bitterly.
"Hermione?" she heard Ron call, "Hermione?" Ron repeated.
"What do you want, Ronald" she said sharply, seeing the image of Lavender Brown kissing Ron's cheek still made a burn in her heart.
"Blimey, Hermione, all I wanted to ask why you dashed away so fast!" Ron said taken aback.
"Oh-Er- well, I was a little tired." Hermione said still sounding grim.
"You were crying all the way," Ron began taking a seat next to her, "Was it because of Lavender?" he asked quietly.
'Why does he have to go there?', she thought, "Maybe." she answered not looking at Ron, but looking at the fire, which mimed her burning affection for Ron.
