A/N: Well, I got the Internet at home yesterday! It happened quicker than I thought it would, so updates will be coming more often now! Thanks to everyone who reviewed-- keep it up, hehe. So without further adieu, here's chapter 6! It's a little short, but I've gotta work soon and I just wanted to get an update out there today.

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Talk is Cheap

Chapter 6

For the next few days, Hermione and Ron seemed to be in some sort of ethereal cloud. That first kiss would definitely not be their last; it seemed to Harry that they did it every second they could. But he couldn't help but be happy for his friends; he had been waiting for them to realize their love for each other for six years. He just wished they'd come up for air every once in a while. But one thing was still on Harry's mind—something that seemed to have left everyone else's. What really happened between Snape and Hermione that night? And was it truly forgotten? He knew Hermione better than he knew most anyone, and he knew that even if she were inebriated, she wouldn't have made such a rash move without having at least a little free will. Even as he thought about it, Harry felt slightly nauseated. He glanced up at Snape at the teachers' table and thought— how could Hermione kiss thatHe guessed he'd never know.

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At the same time as Harry was thinking about her kiss with Snape, Hermione was gazing across the table into Ron's eyes. Ron reached over and took her hand in his.

"Hermione, dear, do you need anything else to eat?" Ron asked her dreamily, not taking his eyes off of her.

"No, Ronald, I'm just perfect," Hermione sighed, resting her chin in her palm, her eyes locking with his.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, come off it, you two, you're making me want to throw up my dinner," he said good-naturedly. Ron looked over at him and punched him on the shoulder with his free hand.

"Come on, mate, just because you can't tell—her—how you feel," Ron said softly, peering down the table past Harry to his sister Ginny. Hermione giggled. Harry scowled.

"Don't start with me on that, Ron, you know I'm going to tell her… when… whenever I feel like it," he said nonchalantly, looking down at his plate.

"Harry, she likes you. Trust me, girls know," Hermione said, finally tearing her eyes away from Ron.

"Yeah, that's easy for you to say. You've already got your feelings out in the open. It wasn't exactly easy was it?" he asked her seriously. Hermione sighed a little.

"Yeah, you're right. But you have to tell her eventually, you could be missing out on something great," she said pointedly, looking back into Ron's eyes. Harry smiled, knowing she was right. Ron grinned and leaned across the table to kiss her on the forehead. As he looked at Ron and Hermione, something at the front of the room caught his eye. It was Snape. He was watching Hermione and Ron with his eyes narrowed, a look of pure hatred on his face. Harry furrowed his eyebrows and looked harder. He realized Snape wasn't really looking at Hermione at all; he was boring a hole through Ron's head and Ron didn't even realize it. Harry drew a sharp intake of breath—well, at least one person hasn't forgotten the encounter between Hermione and Snape… Snape himself.

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Look at them. They can't keep their hands off each other. I really should go over there and give them detention. It's disgusting; no one wants their dinner ruined by seeing Weasley and Granger hanging all over each other. Snape shook his head involuntarily at this thought. They aren't hanging all over each other. They're merely showing each other affection. Affection, Severus, do you even know what that word means? He didn't know if he did or not, he just knew that he couldn't stand Weasley touching Hermione. That was the honest truth of it, whether he wanted to admit it or not. He decided he couldn't take it anymore; something had to be done. He stood up and swept over to the end of the Gryffindor table, where the trio was sitting. He reached out and grabbed Ron's hand, taking it off of Hermione's.

"Hey, what in the—" Ron said, looking up at Snape. Hermione jumped a little in her seat, bringing her hands under the table to her lap.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he hissed, looking at Ron with the ultimate distaste.

"What for?" Ron said, outraged. "We were just sitting here!"

"For your disgusting display of affection toward Miss Granger," he said dangerously. Hermione opened her mouth to protest but Ron beat her to it.

"Ten points? Just because I kissed her on the forehead?" Ron said, standing up to face him. Snape smirked.

"Five points each, of course, because we all know that displays of affection require two willing parties," he said silkily, looking at Hermione intently,
"don't they?" Hermione's mouth dropped open for a second, then she brought her lips back together, looking Snape in the eye. At this, Snape strode away from the table toward the dungeons, robes billowing behind him.

Ron glared after him, and with a great exhale, he sat back down. "What the bloody hell does he think he's playing at?" Ron asked the two of them. Hermione couldn't move. Harry, on the other hand, knew exactly what Snape was doing.

TBC

I know, I know, it was short, but better than nothing right? How'd ya like it? Please review and I will update soon. Much love!

Oh, something funny I noticed when I saw OotP (which I thought was AMAZING!), Mr. Weasley used the phrase "the truth will out," saying it was Muggle phrase… and that's what I had named my previous chapter! It made me laugh. Anyway, review please!