This chapter is more of a filler, but it was fun to write nonetheless c:

Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Pansy, and Cho were lounging around the Room of Requirement, doing homework and what-not. Pansy earned enough of their trust for the former D.A. students to show her where it was. The room was set up like a common room, with couches and a fire burning in the fireplace, and a mixture of all of their Houses.

"Who are you writing, Granger?" noted Pansy, automatically catching the girls' attention.

"Viktor," said Hermione absentmindedly without pausing her writing.

"Krum?" Ginny stared at her friend in disbelief.

"Do we know any other Viktors, Ginny?" Hermione was hiding her smile now.

"Cheating already on Potter? I am both disappointed and oddly pleased with this new information."

"Parkinson, don't you dare."

"Hang on." Hermione paused, slowly lifting her head to meet the smug gaze of the Slytherin. "What makes you think there's something going on between Harry and me?"

Pansy pointedly exchanged glances with Ginny, then Luna, then Cho, before smirking wider. "As smart as you claim yourself to be, Granger, when it comes to men you are indefinitely oblivious."

"Oblivious to what? Harry is my best friend and Viktor is...a friend..." Hermione blushed faintly.

"Oh yeah?" Pansy got up, plopping herself down on the couch next to her. "If you are just 'friends', then you wouldn't mind if I read your little letter, would you?"

"No! Wait, yes!"

But it was too late, because Pansy danced her way out of Hermione's grasp, Hermione's letter to Viktor along with it.

"'Dear Viktor,'" Pansy started off out loud, twisting her body this way and that when Hermione's hands got too close. "'I am so glad you are doing well! I'm surprised that you still write to me. I reckon I'm not as fascinating as you thought I was in Fourth Year. How's Quidditch season? I don't keep up with these sort of things, but I do ask Harry and Ron if my interest is peeked enough...'"

While Pansy read, she mockingly twirled her hair and made faces, a poor imitation of Hermione's voice making the girls giggle. The bookworm in question was blushing hard in embarrassment, burying her face in her hands.

"...'What about you? Have you found the one yet?' Oooh, scandalous! 'It must be tough looking for her when all the fans care about is your fame. It gets that way with Harry sometimes-' Ooh, Granger, I'm seeing Potter's name everywhere!"

"Really?" Ginny stood up and rushed to Pansy's side to look along with her.

"'Potter this', 'Potter that'," Pansy pointed on the parchment every time she spotted Harry's name printed in Hermione's fine penmanship.

"Murder me, Luna," whined Hermione, and the latter patted her knee.

"He knew Cedric, didn't he?"

It was Cho who spoke, and Hermione's head snapped in her direction. Cho's smile was sad, but Hermione was proud of her for keeping herself steady.

"Yes." Hermione nodded, treading carefully. Studying the other girl's face. "Yes, he did. Both were champions, just like Harry. And Fleur."

Cho nodded, and by then Pansy and Ginny were also staring at her.

"I-I'm okay. Really," she attempted to reassure the group. "I never got to know him really, so...do you think he would mind if I write to him as well? Do you think he'll remember me?"

"I can add that in my letter-if I get it back," said Hermione, adding the last part with a pointed look. Pansy snickered, handing the letter back, and Hermione snatched it. "I can attach our letters together if you like."

"How do you get your letters to him? Don't you have an owl?" said Ginny.

"Sometimes I use an owl from the Owlery," said Hermione. "Sometimes Hedwig," she added a little quieter.

"Harry's owl," teased Ginny, and the other three giggled.

"It always comes back to you and Potter, doesn't it?" Pansy resumed her place beside Hermione, smugness back on her features.

"You lot are impossible." Hermione went back to her letter, picking up her quill and dipping it back into the bottle of ink nestled in her lap. A small grin on her face.

"...We're still going to talk about this," said Pansy.

"Shove off, Parkinson."

"Fine! We don't talk, you don't finish that letter." Pansy grabbed Hermione's quill and ink before Hermione could protest, and Ginny slipped the letter out from under her hands. Hermione, arms up chest level, watched in amusement as Pansy laid down and scooted up, shifting comfortably as her head landed in Hermione's lap.

"Make yourself at home," said Hermione sarcastically, and Pansy grinned, shifting a bit more before lazily laying her arms across her abdomen. "We're not discussing this."

"Okay. We'll save your arse for last. Lovegood, rumour has it that you're Draco's new arm candy."

"Are you sure you're not the one who started that rumour?" replied Luna lightly, and Ginny laughed.

"What are you laughing at, Weaslette? She's not the only one with a Slytherin fancying her."

That smile wiped clean off of Ginny's face. "What do you mean?"

Pansy giggled darkly. "Honestly! You two are so funny. Why would I be lying when Draco and Blaise are the only reason why I get up in the morning? I know them like I know the back of my hand. I'm telling you. I can tell when they fancy someone. And believe me-they do. Even if they're too stubborn and angsty to see it."

"What made you want to socialize with us in the first place? You never have before," said Ginny.

"You act like we're the only ones interacting with the other Houses."

"I know. But they never bully each other prior the relationship. Like normal people."

"Well I'm not normal. Obviously." Pansy sighed, feeling Hermione's fingers run through her sleek, dark locks. "I challenged them to interact with you lot this Year, and knowing Draco he never backs down from a challenge."

"So you've been faking it the whole time?"

"At first, yeah. But for some reason you blood traitors grew on us." Her lips twitched.

"And me?" Hermione arched an eyebrow, pausing her stroking.

"Well you used to be the Mudblood. Now you're our Mudblood," a nonchalant Pansy shrugged.

"I feel honoured."

"You should be." Pansy squeezed Hermione's knee affectionately, and Hermione stuck her tongue out at her.

"Does he really?"

All eyes were on Ginny now.

"Fancy me, I mean." Ginny coughed awkwardly, going as red as her hair.

"You're not horrible looking." Pansy's eyes gave her a once-over. "And you play Quidditch. So I guess you're not completely bland either. I approve."

"Thanks." Ginny's tone was dripping in sarcasm.

"Ginny..." Hermione narrowed her eyes. "Do you-?"

"No!" interjected Ginny, blushing deeper.

Hermione gasped. "You do."

"No I do not!"

"If Ginny denies it, then it cannot be true," said Luna without looking up from The Quibbler.

"Thank you, Luna."

"Unless the denial is covering up her true feelings of course," Luna went on, and Ginny's nostrils flared. "Then she shouldn't be ashamed of them. It's only natural, I suppose. I've been having dreams of Draco as of late, so it must be the wrackspurts again-"

"Pause." Pansy held up a hand. "One, what the bloody hell is a wrackspurt? And two, what's this about Draco dreams?"

"I sleepwalk often, you see," explained Luna, unblinking. "I dream of Mother, and Daddy too sometimes. I see myself walking to my mother, just like I did the day she died. But then I hear Draco's voice, and he's telling me to run. Sometimes the dream ends there, sometimes he grabs me and we run together and it gets dark. And then I'd wake up. I think it's a sign. Hmm..."

Pansy blinked.

"Oh, and wrackspurts are invisible creatures that swarm around in your ears and make your brain go fuzzy," Luna added.

"You're so loony, Lovegood."

"Thank you."

Pansy just shook her head; if Luna truly didn't care what people said about her, and didn't take it to heart as much as the others did, she sure was a keeper.

"So you fancy him." It wasn't a question. Pansy sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees, her back leaning up against Hermione's shoulder.

"I am not sure," said Luna honestly, flipping to another page in The Quibbler.

"You do look at him like he's the last bowl of pudding when you think nobody is looking," said Ginny. "It's disgusting."

"It's adorable, put a sock in it," snapped Pansy. "Oh wait, can your family afford socks?"

"Enough," interjected Hermione, speaking up before things got out of hand. Pansy relaxed her tensed shoulders and leaned up against her again, and Ginny grumbled something unintelligent under her breath. "Instead of interrogating us, why don't you give us something? Is there someone you fancy?"

Pansy snorted. "No."

"Not even Neville?" Hermione sounded surprised.

"No. He was just the first person I was nice to. Always sounding so surprised when I attempt to make conversation. Like he's afraid of me. Or girls period. D'you think he's gay?"

"No!" Hermione and Ginny exclaimed.

"Just a simple question, no need to get your knickers in a twist."

"Neville's never really had...luck with girls," said Hermione.

"Proves my point."

"No...he's fancied nearly all of us at least once at some point. He told me so. Around First and Second Year, he fancied me a little. Third and Fourth was Ginny. Fifth was Luna."

"And now?"

"Nobody."

"Poor Longbottom."

"Yeah..."

"You know what we should do-"

"Absolutely not."

"You don't even know what I was going to say."

"Yes I do. We are not interfering in Neville's personal life. When love is real, it finds a way."

"You totally quoted that from a romance novel."

"...And?"

Pansy rolled her eyes. "You are such a know-it-all."

"Tell me something I don't know," grinned Hermione.

Harry suddenly found his lap occupied.

"Why hello."

"Hi." Hermione yawned, curling into him, her legs resting in another lap.

"Tired, are you?" chuckled Ron, already moving his hands to massage her ankles.

"Tired. Beat. Lap. Comfy. Missed you." She closed her eyes, leaning into Harry's touch as his fingers weaved through her curls.

"Missed you too. Have to admit, I was starting to miss your nagging," said Ron with a grin.

"Ooh, if I wasn't so comfortable then I would..." Cue another yawn.

"What?" challenged Ron teasingly.

"...get...your sister...to hex you into next week." Her smile was sleepy, but mischievous at the same time.

"Where've you been all day?" said Harry.

"Well, while you two were at Quidditch, I decided to get some studying done...wrote a letter to Viktor..." Yawn. "Luna and Ginny...and Cho and Parkinson were with me too...Fuuuun."

Harry hummed, his gaze on the fire as he continued to run his fingers through her scalp.

"Hang on - you still write to Viktor?" exclaimed Ron.

Hermione smirked. "Jealous?"

Harry laughed at the bewildered look on Ron's face.

"Why does everyone think I'm jealous?!"

"Because you always get this worked up whenever I mention a boy that's not you or Harry," said Hermione.

"And believe it or not, mate, it's kind of funny," said Harry.

Ron glowered at the floor, resuming his massaging. "I hate you both."

"I love you, Ronald," said Hermione in a small, irresistible voice.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"I love you, Harry."

"Love you more."

"Not possible."

"I AM GOING TO VOMIT ON BOTH OF YOU."

A pause.

"We love you, Ronald."

"THAT'S IT."

And with that, Ron tackled his two best friends to the ground, the Golden Trio becoming a tangled heap of limbs on the common room floor.

"Move," demanded Pansy, and Draco and Blaise made faces at her but obliged, each male moving in the opposite direction.

"You know a 'please' would have sufficed," grumbled Blaise.

"'Please' is for peasants."

"Did she seriously just say 'peasants'?"

"She didn't get it from me," said Draco.

"Probably from me," said Daphne Greengrass as she walked by the Silver Trio.

"I will smother you with my pillow in your sleep."

"Love you too!" The blonde called over her shoulder as she headed up to the Girls' Dormitory. She paused to lean back, peeping her head around the corner and asked, "Have any of you seen my sister?"

"No," the three answered without looking at her.

"Just checking." And she disappeared.

"You have a wonderful way of showing your affection."

"I do try, you know. Maybe you and Blaise should do the same, Draco."

"I heard my name. Why did I hear my name?"

"Because you two are idiots who are blind and can't see what's right in front of you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Pansy smirked. "You'll find out."

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Is there...are you...?"

"...What?"

"Do you still fancy Viktor?"

Their gazes never left the ceiling, because both were reluctant to look at each other. Ron, always the awkward one out, lay flat on his stomach with his face smushed up against the carpet.

"I used to, but I suppose I stopped around Fifth Year. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Maybe he's jealous," mocked Ron grumpily.

"Shut up, Ron."

Hermione sighed, her right hand reaching over to touch Harry's, and her left coming over Ron's. "You both are unbelievable."

Harry grinned and Ron wrinkled his nose.

"Ron?"

"Hm?"

"You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know? Just there."

Ron sat up so fast that his head spun, rubbing desperately at his nose. "Damn it! Just damn it all!"

Harry and Hermione got to the point where they were laughing so hard that they had to hold each other in the progress.