Okay, soo... I don't know if this would be in 5th or 6th year, but it's after Harry, Ron and Hermione have taken their O.W.L.s. Probably not my BEST chapter, but ah well.

Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, wringing her hands.

"Has the post arrived yet?" she asked for what seemed like the hundreth time.

"No, Hermione. Again." Ron said, rolling his eyes. It was obvious he was getting annoyed.

'She's the smartest witch in our year, if not the whole school! Why is she worrying so much!' Ron thought angrily to himself.

"Oh I know I messed up on Ancient Runes. I mistranslated something."

Ron rolled his eyes again. "Hermione! Stop worrying!"

"I can't!" she said.

'Sometimes it seems like all she worries about is her stupid grades. Like she doesn't even care about Harry or Ginny or me...' he thought. The last part made him frown a bit, but then Hermione asked "Is the post here now?" and his anger came back.

They faintly heard owls in the distance. Hermione became wide-eyed, then grabbed Ron and Harry's hands without realizing it. She squeezed with all the force she had.

"Bloody hell, Hermione!" Ron practically yelled, jerking his hand away from her.

"Oh. Sorry Ron, Harry." she said, looking guiltily down at the table.

Harry patted her comfortingly. "It's okay, Hermione."

The owls swooped into the Great Hall, descending to the students. When Ron, Harry and Hermione's came down, they reached for them. Hermione was shaking horribly, so she could barely get the letter off the owl's leg. She finally managed to get it off and the owl flew away. She fumbled to open the letter, and opened it slowly. She stared down at it blankly for a moment, then Ron spoke up.

"Let me guess. You got all O's?"

"No..." she said quietly.

"Oh, Hermione, did you get an E? That's so terrible!" Ron said mockingly.

"Ron-" Harry said, trying to stop him.

"I failed two classes, Hermione! Stop being so worried about your grades, because you know they're going to be perfect!" Ron yelled.

She looked on the verge of tears. She ran out of the Great Hall, leaving her bag and results on the table.

"Good going, Ron." Harry said sarcastically. He looked at Hermione's grades. "Ron, look."

Ron picked up the paper so Harry and himself could see. Almost all failing grades.

"But...these aren't...Hermione...something has to be wrong with these!" Ron said, then ran out of the hall.

He ran through the corridors until he found Hermione sitting on the floor near a classroom, knees to her chest, turning her wand in her finger tips. She grabbed both ends firmly and started to push...

"Hermione, no!" Ron said, snatching her wand out of her hands. "Don't break it!"

"Why not, Ronald? I'm no good at magic, so I may as well just give up. Maybe I shouldn't even bother coming back next year..." she said, tears sliding down her face.

Ron cupped her cheeks in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

"But Hermione, you're brilliant! Especially at magic! You always get better grades than me and Harry."

"Not according to that." Hermione said, looking at the paper sticking out of Ron's robes pocket.

He pulled it out and looked at it. "Hermione, I know this isn't right. You have all O's. They just messed up your grades."

"Are you sure?"

"Mione, you know how many people call you 'The Brightest Witch of Her Age'? Of course I'm sure!"

She smiled at him.

"And I'm sorry for being such an arse. I was just jealous..."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah. Because I knew you'd have all good grades, yet you were so worried about it."

"I'm sorry, too."

"So...are we good?"

"Great." she smiled.

He smiled, then looked down at her hand. They stood there silently for awhile, and slowly, he took her hand. He looked back up at her, and saw she was looking at their hands. When she looked up at him, expressionless. But a smile creeped onto her face and spread widely across her face. Ron smiled too, and started to lead her back to the Great Hall.

"So what if the grades are real?" Hermione asked.

"Then I guess I'll have to tutor you."

"You? A tutor? I can barely get you to pay attention in class!"

They both laughed, and McGonagall hurried up to them.

"Miss Granger! I have-" she said, but stopped when she saw her and Ron holding hands.

They looked at the ground and blushed, but McGonagall smiled.

"I have your real O.W.L. results. Somehow they mixed up your grades with Vincent Crabbe's." she said, handed Hermione the slip of paper, and walked away.

Hermione quickly opened up the paper and read it.

"All O's and an E!" she exclaimed, flung her arms around Ron and hugged him.

"Congratulations!"

She pulled away from him. "What classes did you get failing grades in?"

"Divination and History of Magic. I'm going to drop Divination though."

"Well, I could tutor you in History of Magic...if you wanted." she said, smiling slightly.

"I'd love that." he said, smiling.

They stood there, then started to inch closer and closer to each other. Their lips were just centimeters apart when Harry walked out from the Great Hall. They sprung away from each other, blushing madly.

Harry looked between them oddly. "What were you guys up to?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Hermione said, turning even redder.

Harry stared at her, unsure, then just shrugged. "Here's your bag, Hermione."

"Oh, thanks."

They all stood there awkwardly for awhile, then Harry said, "We should head to class."

"Yeah, right." Ron said, then started to walk behind him. Hermione came up next to Ron and took his hand again. He smiled and squeezed her hand, staring into her eyes.

Harry turned his head so he could see them, and smiled as they held hands and smiled like idiots at one another.

'Finally.' he thought, shaking his head and smiling wider.

How was it? I don't think it was very good but...I didn't really have any more ideas. Please, if you have ideas, share them with me! I will give you full credit and dedicate the chapter to you!