Sitting at the breakfast table, Hermione caught Harry daydreaming again. "Harry! Have you figured out the message yet?" she snapped her fingers in front of Harry blank stare. He shook his head and looked up.

"Hmm?" He mumbled, dreamily. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"The screeching. Have you figured out what it means?"

"Uh, I have it half figured out." He lied

"Good!" She clapped her hands together and smiled widely. Harry had finished his last bite of toast when the plates cleared themselves and the bell rang. Harry, Ron and Hermione got up from the bench and headed to their first class. Harry had very cautious when Ron sat next to him. He had been very jumpy around him since that incident on Christmas Eve. He faced forward, but his eyes went another direction. Ron's direction to be precise. He felt he had to keep a close lookout for any move Ron could pull at any minute. So far, Ron had down nothing to give Harry the reason to act like this. But he accepted it nonetheless. He accepted the fact that Harry knew he really liked him and he had also accepted that was he did to Harry would in fact scare him if the situation and happened to him instead. Harry also knew how sorry Ron was, despite the fact that he didn't show it. Snape entered the classroom and cleared his throat and waited for the class to stop talking. Ron had failed to notice and continued to talk to Harry, who was staring at Snape.

"Weasley! Five points from Gryffindor for continuing to talk. I suggest you close your mouth before I deduct more." Snape warned, and Ron immediately stopped talking. Ron felt something hit his foot. He looked up into the glaring face of Hermione. He mouthed a sorry before turning around to face Snape.

Snape cleared his throat one more time before starting the lesson.

"Today, class, We are going to be hearing about my least favorite potion. The love potion. Because it would be very dangerous to perform this in class, we will only be taking notes." Harry rolled his eyes. 'Great…' He thought, not bothering to take notes. If he needed to know this for exams, he would just ask Hermione later. Harry just took the time to carefully watch Ron take notes. He noticed that Ron was writing his notes unusually neat. He became panic stricken when he realized why he was being so neat. He quickly looked away when Ron glanced at Harry. Ron gave Harry a questioning look, but Harry was not looking. He was busy fiddling with his quill to make himself appear to be concentrating on Snape's lesson.

Snape continued talking very quickly about the ingredients that go into a love potion. Ron struggled to keep up with Snape's talking. He glanced at Hermione's paper and noticed she was having no trouble at all. He sighed and looked around the classroom. He noticed that the girls were writing just as fast as the words were coming out of Snape's mouth. He also noticed that along with Harry, the boys were falling behind, and Draco had not written anything, knowing he could get away with it.

"Weasley, Keep writing. I expect you to know this for exams." Ron blushed lightly and continued to write, but fell even further behind due to his neater-than-usual penmanship. Harry cursed himself for not taking notes. He had a feeling they would need to know it for exams, but it just dawned on him that Hermione was going to lecture him for not taking notes, if he decided to ask him. He also knew it would be awkward if he asked Ron for the notes.

It took Snape the entire class period to explain the love potion. After he had finished, he warned the class that if he found out anyone used this potion on anyone, he would personally get them expelled. Harry packed his things and waited for the bell to ring. Ron looked nervously at Harry. When the bell rang, Ron walked past Harry and into the corridor.

"Boy, when he said love potions, I thought we would actually be doing them." He chuckled nervously at Harry and Hermione.

The three started off towards their next class. The day went by pretty uneventfully, despite the fact the Ron was being very skittish. When the last class was over, Harry, Ron and Hermione made their way down to dinner. Hermione took the honors to sit between Ron and Harry. Harry was okay with it, however, Ron was deeply annoyed, though he did not show it. The three of them talked about the highlight of their day, when the three of them had the chance to get close to the unicorn. They chuckled when Draco got kicked by the unicorn, just like the Hippogriff had struck him. They were discussing how it unfortunately hadn't done major damage. (Maybe a bruise and a small scrape). They also talked about how Hagrid had be absent from everything for the past week. When dinner was over, Harry and Ron sat down in the common room and did their homework. Hermione apologized when she had to go to bed.

"Sorry guys…I'm really tired…" Said Hermione, yawning.

"Nah, It's fine," Ron spoke. "I won't try and make a move on Harry. Promise." He smiled and laughed. The mood lightened and Harry and Hermione chuckled.

"Night." Hermione called back to Harry and Ron. When Hermione was gone, they got to work on their homework. The two boys worked until midnight. They both finished within minutes of each other. Harry leaned back, stretched and yawned.

"Ahhhhh…..What a day." He said sarcastically, smiling at Ron.

"Yeah, I'm ready for bed." Said Ron, standing up and stretching his knees. With that, the boys packed their stuff and headed for their dormitories. They changed out of their uniforms and crawled into their separate beds and fall asleep.