Author's note: Okay…the last chapter was a bit random/strange/ "what the hell!?"….well, all I can say is that it was totally meant to be like that because, in my experience dreams are random, strange and "what the hell"!!! So sorry if the last chapter somehow didn't seem…right. Haha. I'm mostly referring to the bit with Ron's family! Anyway, I'll stop analysing and get the hell on with it.

Hermione was seriously fucked off. I mean, he was acting like there wasn't even anything wrong. In fact he'd been acting completely normal with her ever since it had happened. The insensitive tosser…

"Are you ok Hermione? Because err…you seem sort of um…sort of…insane…or at least an insane unlike normal Hermione's insane-ness…"

Two piercing blue eyes blinked up at her from underneath a messy mass of ginger hair. She became suddenly aware that she was slumped over a table (not a position she's ever found herself in before) and the afore mentioned insensitive tosser was in front of her, mirroring her unfamiliar position.

Their faces were actually only a few inches apart. She flushed as she felt his breath involuntarily tickle her neck.

"Where are we Ron?" She whispered, her breath beginning to quicken.

She was met with an irritatingly cute lopsided grin as Ron turned to Harry, "Yes, Miss 'I'm absolutely perfect in every way' has finally cracked…must admit I always knew it'd happen…" He continued to mumble to himself happily.

Harry sniggered and tapped Hermione's shoulder, "We're in potions class, remember?"

"Yeah..." Ron gently nudged her arm and then preceded to perform a disturbingly accurate high-pitched imitation of her, "I'd rather DIE than doze during class, as it shows an unforgivable level of…of stupidity, disrespect and conceit…"

Hermione frowned and slapped his hand away. "I've never said anything remotely similar to that rubbish…you bloody moron." She was now sitting upright and looking down at him indignantly.

Harry snorted with laughter, to which she shot him a sufficiently withering glare.

Ron's mouth hung open and as Hermione turned away to continue with their potion, resolutely trying to ignore them both, he couldn't help but grin.

"Obscene language from such a pristine girl," He remarked.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not that pristine."

Harry and Ron exchanged glances.

"Oh, just leave me alone will you? I don't criticize the way the two of you live your lives…" Ron began to interrupt but she continued crossly, "…I fell asleep in class…it's hardly a big deal is it? It doesn't change anything…I'm still me. I can catch up…I'll still get good grades…" She rambled on, until Ron put a finger to her lips.

His fingers are on my lips! Oh, come on Hermione. That is pathetic…

"It's ok Hermione," he smirked, "It never happened okay…we'll forget all about it won't we Harry?"

"Oh yeah, sure we will." Harry smiled, convincingly sincere.

The three continued to work, reasonably cooperatively, with only occasional bickering rows between Ron and Hermione, which were soon brought to abrupt ends by a visit from Lavender.

Harry found it hard not to notice that every time Ron's girlfriend strutted over, Hermione's eyes would become blank.

It was also Harry's theory that although Ron would initially redden, frustration over Hermione's apparent lack of anything remotely close to jealousy was what soon compelled him to become, some might say overly "attentive" towards his "lover".

One time he found himself wincing in anticipation of a long awaited final confrontation, when Ron, playfully laying Lavender down onto the table, knocked over one of Hermione's vials of potion.

However, much to his complete astonishment she silently repaired the damage, seemingly unconcerned. The look of utter mortification on Ron's face however was not unrecognizable. It was almost as if he was disappointed…

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It was the end of the lesson and Hermione wanted to get out. Out of that fucking classroom with stupid Ron Weasley and his stupid slut of a girlfriend. She didn't know how much more of Lavender's pretty tinkling laugh, silky, straight hair and annoying girly voice she could take.

She wanted to scream. She must have been breathing pretty harshly in her fury, as Harry glanced over at her anxiously.

It didn't help that Ron was helping her to pack away her potions things. Why can't he just leave me alone?!

He smiled warily. He knows I'm upset this time. Great. "Right…erm…we're done. Merlin, look at the amount of homework Slug's given us…I'll never be able to get this potion done by next lesson…" She was absent mindedly watching his lips while he idiotically stammered on. "…Blimey, look at the ingredients list Hermione…I dunno if I've got all these…" He tapped her shoulder.

Hermione snapped out of her daydream, "Have you got the handcuffs?"

She immediately slapped her hand to her mouth in horror. Did I actually just say that?

They were both temporarily frozen, staring in confusion at one another as the majority of the class began to filter out.

Eventually, Ron cleared his throat. "Beg your pardon Hermione?" he croaked.

She felt her colouring rise monstrously.

"Oh, I didn't say anything Ronald. You must have misheard me…"

"But…but…Handcuffs…" was his feeble retort.

"Idon'tknowwhatyou'retalkingabout!" She squeaked, before making a swift exit.

Ron however, stood there fore a further minute, gaping after her bushy head as she hurried down the staircase.

She did say what I thought she just said…why else would she run away from me like I'm diseased or something…well, apart form the fact that I acted like an insensitive tosser today and possibly every day since we've been friends…

He was rudely awakened by a sharp pinch on his bum. He spun around defensively, only to be pounced on by his girlfriend.

His body, much to his guilt reacted with typical enthusiasm, although his mind was unwillingly jammed. Stuck. On repeat mode.

"Have you got the handcuffs?" " Have you got the handcuffs?" "Have you got the handcuffs?"

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh, and if anyone was wondering, I did slip in a Breakfast Club reference there…although slightly altered…in the Breakfast Club Bender says "Obscene finger gestures" if anyone cares really. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! Even to insult this story. Any feedback whatsoever would be greatly appreciated!!!!