When Harry got up to the dorm, he saw that Ron was still awake, sitting in bed, looking at a piece of parchment.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"Oh," Ron said, looking up, and putting the paper into a nearby drawer, "Nothing. A note from Lavender."
Harry smirked and changed into his pajamas, "I still don't get what you see in her . . ."
"You, just, wouldn't understand," he replied, shaking his head.
"No, I don't understand. I don't think anyone else does either."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, sharply.
"Never mind," Harry sighed, "Did you hear about Hermione?"
Ron seemed to sit up straighter, but his face and tone stayed the same, "What about her?"
"She . . . has a date with McLaggen tomorrow," He said it with the tone of breaking some bad news to someone.
"McLaggen! Cormac McLaggen!" Ron said, shocked, "I thought she hated him!"
"Yeah, well she ran out of reasons not to go out with him." Harry said simply.
"That's . . . stupid."
"What part of it is stupid?"
"All of it; the whole part."
"I agree," Harry said, "I think it's very stupid for a person, who is a close friend of mine, to decide to go out with someone, who is blonde and annoying, and randomly started showing an interest in them this year. I think that's very stupid."
"Oh, ha-ha." Ron said sarcastically. Although, when he thought about it, it was a bit strange that the situation applied to both him and Hermione, "Lavender's not half as bad as McLaggen."
"She's just as annoying . . ."
"That's my girlfriend you're talking about," he didn't seem mad that Harry was talking about her like that, but more like he was pointing out a fact. He was never really too passionate about Lavender.
"Do you even really like her that much?" Harry asked, skeptically.
"Of course I like her," Ron insisted, "I wouldn't be dating her if I didn't."
"Well, Hermione doesn't like Cormac, but she's going to date him."
"Trust me," Ron said with confidence, "She's not going date him again."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, "He's just . . . not her type, you know?"
"You think she has a 'type?' What do you think her type is, then?"
"I dunno . . . She'd probably date someone really smart . . ." Ron sighed.
"Maybe," Harry shrugged, "But then again, opposites attract. Or maybe her type is quidditch players, you know? First Krum, now McLaggen . . ."
Ron then got a thoughtful look on his face. After a moment he said, "Yeah, maybe . . . I'm tired, I think I'm going to try and get some sleep."
"Yeah . . ." Harry agreed. And the conversation was ended, and they both soon fell asleep.
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