Hermione threw a book at his retreating back which hit the wall causing a loud bang.
There were thundering footsteps on the stairs.
"Why can't there be one minute of peace in…Hermione what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me; you're crying your eyes out. Is it Ron? Do you want me to kill him?"
Hermione smiled slightly, "If you wouldn't go to Azkaban I would seriously consider it right now."
"I would go…for you."
Hermione looked up quickly. Could it be possible that he did like her, after all these years of hoping?
Apparently so, kissing was usually a good sign.