A/N: Yes, I know, I know! What's with the wait, right? Honestly, I haven't the faintest. But I apologize! So here's another chapter :D Hope you enjoy!

------------------------------------------------------Professor Flitwick--------------------------------------------------------

Hermione's POV

Tension and uneasiness coloured the following few weeks with quite dull colours. I avoided Draco as if he was the Plague, and he likewise avoided me. I guess he didn't feel like being in the same room with a girl that was clearly infatuated with him - I mean, I wasn't that subtle, although I did try to be. My reason? Well, I was incredibly embarrassed about what had happened a few weeks previously. My words were quite see-through, in my opinion. I had almost implied that he should admit he was in love with me! How bizarre! But a girl can dream, right?

I still wasn't too sure how the events were going to unfold with regards to the full moon. What was Ronald supposed to do? Or say? Despite my threat, he still hadn't apologized to Draco. So I planned my next move as I made my way to the Gryffindor Tower. It was eight o' clock in the morning, and I knew the boys would be asleep - it was a Sunday, after all.

My feet took me up the all-too-familiar staircase. I banged open the door, and walked over to sit on the edge of Ronald's bed. There he was, typical ballerina pose, with the sheets gathered at his feet. And did he always sleep shirtless? To think I used to marvel at his chest not many months ago ...

Poor thing looked so peaceful I almost regretted what I was about to do. Almost.

I leaned down, and shouted into his ear, "Morning, Ronald!"

He got up with such a fright, that he knocked my head. "Ow," I complained.

"Well who asked you to scare me like that?" he asked groggily. "And why do you always have to come up here so early in the morning?" He hastily brought the sheets up to his chin.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore his second question. "Did I scare you, dear Ronald?" I crooned in a mock-motherly voice. "Aw, I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you."

"Shut up, Hermione," he mumbled, rubbing at his eyes. "What are you doing here anyways? I haven't cursed anybody, if that's what you're here for."

I sighed. "No, Ron, but it does have something to do with that. You see," I started, making myself comfortable, "Since you didn't -"

"Hermione?" Harry's voice called from across the room. Ah, he had just woken up. Ron and I looked over to him. Ron raised his hand in greeting. "Mornin', mate."

Harry looked between Ron and I. "Yeah, hi," he said, distracted. By me, probably. His next question confirmed my suspicions. "Hermione ... what are you doing here? Should we start getting used to your morning interruptions?"

"And good morning to you too, Harry," I said sarcastically. "I just thought I'd tell Ronald here about my next punishment."

Ron sat up at that, incredulous. "Punsihment? Oh, c'mon, Hermione! As if! You didn't even pull through with your last threat; you think you're going to pull through with a punishment?"

He was talking about the one about Lavender. He was right. I hadn't. But I guess I had been so distracted by Draco ... No, that wasn't a good enough excuse. I tried to think up a new excuse.

"Uh," I started off intelligently, "I guess I feel sorry for Lavender. She needs to hear the truth from your lips. She deserves that." Lies, all lies. Lavender still irritated me to no end, but Ron didn't have to know that.

Harry coughed. The boy could see right through me. I threw him a shut-the-hell-up look, and he focused his attention out the window.

I turned to Ron, who hadn't bothered to reply to my brilliantly made-up excuse. "So, I know that you haven't apologized to Malfoy yet - "

"Malfoy?" Ron laughed out. "You're back to calling him Malfoy, now? What did the bloke do to you?" Ronald seemed very tickled by the situation.

"He didn't do anything, Ron!" Now that wasn't a lie. Draco hadn't done anything. Well, not anything that I wanted him to do.

"Aw, little Hermione is upset!" he mocked in a baby voice.

I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Bull's-eye.

"As I was saying, I know that you haven't apologized to Draco yet, so I have something new for you to do. Think of it as a ... a job and a punishment."

"This sounds like Harry's cup of tea," Ron grumbled.

"Hey!" Harry cried indignantly. "I think we've had our fair share."

I carried on, "So you're going to cure Mal-Draco."

Ron laughed. "And how exactly am I supposed to do that?"

"You're going to ask Professor Flitwick," I said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, yeah," he said sarcastically. "And then after that, I'm going to jump off the Astronomy Tower singing 'I love you, Lavender' over and over in French."

"Good luck with that, mate," Harry teased.

Ron looked at me, and said simply, "No."

"Actually, Ronald, Professor Flitwick's expecting you at around noon today - I kind of already told him." This was a lie of course, but again, Ron didn't have to know that.

"You WHAT?" Ron shouted. "You told him that I cursed the Head Boy? What'll Mum say when she hears from McGonagall? Probably another Howler ... but on second thoughts, she doesn't like Malfoy - "

I might as well put an end to Ron's misery. "Ron, Professor Flitwick doesn't know you did it. I just wanted to help Draco, so I asked Professor Flitwick using a hypothetical situation ... that I read about it in a book. He fell for it, hook, line and sinker."

"Hook, line and sinker? Is that another Muggle expression?"

I rolled my eyes. "You're missing the point, Ron. Just tell Professor Flitwick that you were working with me on that book, and you wanted to know how to reverse such a situation. And that it's all hypothetical."

He reached for some parchment and a quill next to him, and asked, "Can you repeat that please?"

"Ron!" I said in frustration. I repeated my words adding more detail, and he took them down.

"And if I don't do this ...?" he asked.

I smiled what I hoped was a wicked smile. I don't think it worked, because his expression didn't change. "Then I'll tell Professor Flitwick the real situation."

Ron gulped. "Got it."

I smiled. "Good." And with that I walked out, throwing over my shoulder, "Bye, Harry!"

End of Hermione's POV

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Ron gaped after her, and then at Harry, who looked quite amused. "Why did you get a goodbye, and not me?"

Harry hopped out of bed, saying, "I think it was more of a 'bye' than a 'goodbye'."

"Not the point, Harry. And I don't know why you're up this early. Why are you up this early?" Ron asked as an afterthought.

Harry put on his glasses, and headed over to the bathroom. "Well," he said hesitantly, "Ginny usually heads down to the Great Hall around about now, so I was hoping I could catch up with her."

Ron sighed. Not this again. "Harry, you can't keep playing with her like that. You can't have an on-again off-again relationship with my sister. I won't allow it," he said adamantly.

Harry shifted from foot to foot. "Last time was different, Ron. Voldemort's out of the picture now." After a while, Harry said softly, "I miss her, Ron. I miss how we were able to have long conversations, and how she would assure me that everything was alright, and how she used to k-"

Ron held up his hands. "I don't need to hear all the gory details! But seriously, mate, do what you have to do. But don't hurt her again."

Harry nodded, and went to have a quick shower.

Three and a half hours later, Ron found himself outside Flitwick's office. The parchment with the words that Hermione had reiterated for him on it lay scrunched up into a ball in his pocket. He didn't need it. The words were etched to his memory. He knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he knocked again, a bit louder.

The door opened, then, and Flitwick's tiny frame stood before Ron. "Mr Weasley? What can I do for you? I certainly wasn't expecting you of all people."

Ron's jaw dropped open. Hermione had lied! Well, he had to hand it to her; she really was the smartest witch in their year, to con him like that.

Ron gathered himself and said, "Uh, Professor Flitwick, I have a question." And then Ron intoned the words that were on the parchment.

Professor Flitwick readjusted his glasses. "Ah, yes, Miss Granger told me a similar story." Ron waited for him to continue but Flitwick just remained standing there.

Ron said, "Uh, so what would one do in a situation like this?"

Flitwick replied, "The person who cast the spell must re-cast it at a full moon. He must hold the victim's hand - "

Ron's eyes widened in horror. "Hold the victim's what?"

Flitwick said impatiently, "His hand, Mr Weasley. And after a few minutes, the spell should wear off."

"It should wear off?" Ron asked dubiously.

"The worst outcome is that the spell would be transferred to the person who cast it if it's not done properly and without feeling."

Ron whimpered.

Professor Flitwick lifted a small eyebrow. "Was that all, Mr Weasley? You look a bit pale."

Ron found his voice. "No, no. Perfectly normal. And, yes, Professor, that was about it. Thank you."

And with that, Ron hobbled off, cursing the day that he had thought up Operation Bumfluff. Operation Bumfluff Two, rather.

Well, Ron thought, here's to holding hands with Malfoy at the next full moon. Which was tomorrow, incidentally.

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