A/N: Hello again. Sorry it's taken me over two months to get this out, but at least it wasn't five months again. I want to thanks those of you that take the time to review, I appreciate it very much. Also, in this chapter Ron is not acting like Ron on purpose. We've all read the books, we all know how Ron should and shouldn't act and I am purposely making him act this way. But I still don't own Harry Potter : (

It seemed as though Hermione Granger had dreamed her way through the last few days. Not only did she quit studying as much, she also seemed to suddenly muster up more than friendly emotions towards Harry. Although, she had recently been thinking of an explanation and, it being Hermione, she found one. To her, Harry had been someone who had always been there for her. If it weren't for him, she might have been brutally killed by a rather large troll. He was always listening to her baggering, but he never protested. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but she knew it wasn't his fame and definitely not his lack of loving books as much as she did. Everyone else in the wizarding world saw him as an object; something that would destroy Lord Voldemort. Hermione never saw him that way. She had always brushed aside the feeling she had when she was around him. Ever since she can remember, her heart would beat louder and her palms would become so wet that the mermaids could have swam in them. The point is, these feelings weren't as sudden as Hermione would like to think.

It's always been Harry. Why couldn't I have seen that before?

Hermione sat against the headboard to her four-poster bead. Her knees were brought up to her chest and a book lay open against them. She was, of course, supposed to be studying for exams, and for the first time in her life, she couldn't find it in her to study at all.

What has the world come to when I can't even study?

It was almost eight in the morning when Hermione had decided to call it quits on the studying. She looked at the clock and noticed it was almost time for breakfast; she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before.

Well, this day has just gotten loads better.

Hermione got out from under the blankets and walked to the bathroom to change into her school robes. She took less than two minutes since, of course, she didn't bother with glamour. Hermione shuffled down the stairs leading into the common room and noticed a tall, red haired Gryffindor pacing by the fireplace. By the look on his face, Hermione could tell that there was something on his mind. This, however, was not something Hermione really wanted to deal with that early in the morning.

Maybe if I just sneak by him, he won't notice I'm here.

Hermione started to barely walk past him, trying to get to the portrait hole. Hermione successfully passed him only to have her foot find a squeaky part of the floor making Ron turn towards her.

"Trying to sneak by me, were you? Some friend you are," said Ron, hurt clearly on his face.

"I..I wasn't trying to sneak, Ronald. I thought maybe you wanted to be alone," said Hermione, trying desperately not to anger her red hot tempered best friend.

"Don't call me Ronald, I've been telling you that now for years, and besides, you wouldn't care if I wanted to be alone or not. I'm not important to you at all!" exclaimed Ron.

When did he become such...Such a girl?

"What the bloody hell are you on about, Ron?," asked Hermione.

"Well, your attitude for one thing, and since when was Harry more important than me? You never listen when I talk to you, you're always spaced out or staring at Harry," whined Ron.

Something offly strange is going on.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I really am, but I really am not trying to treat you any differently from Harry," said Hermione.

"Oh, are you? Well, I don't remember you snogging me in the common room last night," said Ron.

Oh god. Oh god. OH GOD.

"Uh..Wha..?" started Hermione.

"You know bloody well what! I saw you! I saw you kissing him! And holding his hand and looking at him with...with googly eyes!" yelled Ron.

"What are googly eyes? And I'm glad you've sunk to eavesdropping!" fired back Hermione.

"Whatever, Hermione. You know, WHATEVER. I don't even care!" exclaimed Ron, starting to sniffle.

And now he's going to cry? What is going on with him?

Ron turned his back on her and ran to the boys dorms, passing Harry on the way in. Ron stopped and turned towards Harry.

"I thought you were my friend! You don't even pay attention to me, either!" said Ron.

"What are you talking about?" asked Harry, clearly confused.

"You bitch!" said Ron, slapping Harry in the face and running in the dorms.

Harry stared at where Ron had been and stroked his face. Hermione tried to muffle her laughter, but Harry heard her and started to walk towards her.

"Did he just bitch slap me?" asked Harry, shock written all over his face.

Hermione laughed and put her hand to where Ron had hit him. Harry snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer while Hermione's arms went around his neck.

"Something is really odd about the way Ron has been acting lately," said Hermione.

"Yeah, he's acting like a girl! I should say that is pretty odd," said Harry.

"Harry...He saw us. Last night, he saw us kissing," said Hermione, becoming more serious. Hermione felt Harry stiffen and let go of her waist. Hermione let her arms fall beside her and Harry turned around and started pacing.

"I...I completely forgot he...," said Harry, obviously thinking outloud.

Please tell me he's not going to break up with me in less than twelve hours.

While Harry was pacing and Hermione was watching, they both stopped to hear someone laughing from behind them. They both turned around to see a very smug young girl, laughing at the scene before her.

"Well, seems I know how to stir up even the golden trio."