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Ron Weasley poked his head into the girls' dormitory. Parvati Patil, who was putting on her clothes, screamed violently and threw a vase at him. "What are you trying to do?" she shrieked. "This is a girls' dormitory!" Ron backed away, frightened. Women, he thought, eyeing them cautiously. Violent things, they are!

"Is Hermione here?" he asked timidly, looking away from Parvati.

"Yes," Parvati answered, annoyed. "Hermione! Your boyfriend's here!" Ron's face turned beet red. He didn't really see Hermione as his girlfriend, but lately, when ever he saw her, he would have these hearts strange thumping moments.

Hermione bounded out of the bathroom and went up to him, her face radiant with pleasantness, and there was a wonderful scent of roses around her. Ron felt like he was about to melt. "Good morning, Ron!" she said cheerfully.

"Good... morning...?" Ron stammered. He stared at her open-mouthed. She had completely forgotten!

"Shouldn't we go now?" she questioned him, arching her eyebrows. "I don't think Professor McGonagall will be pleased if we're late for her class."

Ron opened his mouth to say something nasty to her, but ended up saying, "Yes, all right." They went downstairs to the common room, where Harry was waiting for them. He looked up and smiled when he saw them.

"Harry, how are you feeling today?" asked Hermione concernedly.

She never uses that voice when she talks to me, Ron thought.

"Fine... but my scar hurt a little this morning," said Harry, frowning thoughtfully.

Oh, the Hell with your scar, Harry. Why don't you cut yourself with a knife? Then you'll have more bloody scars.

"Are you sure you're well?" she asked him, peering at him worriedly.

Harry nodded reassuringly, and they went out of the Gryffindor common room to the Transfiguration class room. Ron scowled when Hermione began to talk animatedly with Harry about something. This is unfair; he thought slamming his books on the table and getting an evil glare from Professor McGonagall. Harry always gets the girl! The pimp.

Once Transfiguration was over, Hermione went to Arithmancy while Harry and Ron went to their Divination class. "You look awful," said Harry, frowning at him. "What's wrong, Ron?"

"Hermione's forgotten," said Ron grumpily.

Harry patted him on the back. "I don't think she has. Maybe she's just shy to show her affections."

"God--stop talking like a girl," said Ron, shuddering and backing away from his best friend.

Harry rolled his eyes. "I bet Hermione doesn't like you because you don't respect her," he pointed out. Good point, Ron thought. Gah, why must Harry always be right? He's turning into Hermione now...

They met Hermione again during Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. Ron's face turned crimson when he saw her, and Harry had to restrain himself from laughing out loud. It was funny to see Ron all love sick and 'blushy'.

"Go talk to her, silly!" Harry said.

It's easy for you to say, Ron thought grimly. If I say the wrong thing then she'll bite me! Not that I won't like it, really...

"Hi, Hermione," said Ron, a little too loudly.

She looked up, startled. "You didn't have to shout," she said, in an equally loud voice. "I am not deaf."

"Well, you're making me deaf," he shot back.

"Bite me!" she said, glaring at him with piercing hawk eyes.

"I'd love to," Ron said without thinking. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Their classmates stopped talking. Harry snorted.

Thankfully, Hagrid interrupted before anyone could say anything. "Yup!" he said. "These skrewts can sure bite!"

And at the precise moment, everyone exploded into fits of laughter.

...Except for Hermione and Ron.

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Ron was burying his face into his hands when Harry walked into the common room that evening after his Quidditch practice. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned. Don't use that voice on me! I am not like you, you big poof! Ron wanted to say, but he kept his mouth shut.

"I think I'm going to die," he moaned.

"Maybe." said Harry, putting a finger on his cheek. "I think Hermione is going to murder you. Yep, that's an imaginable scene."

"Oh, sod off!" Ron snapped.

"Hey, take it easy. All you have to do is catch it by the wind, you know? Just like when you're flying on a broomstick, you have to feel the wind. Yeah, feel it," he said, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Egad!" Ron exclaimed. "How can you mix Quidditch with... things like that?"

"It's my utmost specialty," said Harry, winking at Ron uncharacteristically. "Oh," he continued, nudging at him. Ron restrained the urge to slap him. "Your girlfriend's coming. Have fun!"

Harry trudged off, leaving Ron befuddled. What is up with that guy? I think he's really turning into a homo! What happened to the brave and Gryffindorian Harry Potter? Ron wondered, but he did not have time to contemplate over this, because right at that moment, Hermione went up to him and sat down on the chair beside him.

"H-hello," he said in a strangely muffled voice.

"Ron, are you feeling all right? You don't look too well..." said Hermione worriedly.

"I'm feeling fine, why wouldn't I be fine? You're the one with amnesia," Ron said, pouting.

Hermione frowned. The Gryffindors immediately cleared out of the common room when they saw this. Hermione had a reputation of being immensely scary when she was frowning or scowling. "Amnesia? Why would I have amnesia?"

"Well..." Ron paused, wondering if he should tell her. They stared at each other for a long time in silence, while their housemates were putting their ears on the Fat Lady's portrait, eavesdropping.

"Ron," Hermione began gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. It sent electrical shock through his body. "I didn't forget about your birthday..."

"Well you seem to act like it!" he said, sniffing.

Hermione giggled. "Here," she said, placing a white box in front of him. Ron stared at it in surprise.

"What is it?" he asked eagerly.

"Open it,"

Ron began to untie the pink ribbon, and very slowly, he opened the box. To his delight, five chocolate chip cookies were neatly arranged in it. "I made them myself," she said proudly. Then, she started to blush. "Well, with some help from the House-Elves, of course..."

"Thanks, Hermione. I be these are delicious," he said, smiling at her. He took a cookie and bit into it. It was delicious.

"Now you know how it feels like to bite me!" she said, laughing.

"Oh, I think I will," he said.

To her surprise and delight, he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

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"Harry! Harry!" Ron shouted excitedly that night. He jumped on Harry's bed, almost breaking Harry's knee from the impact.

Harry groaned. "What is it?" he murmured sleepily.

"Look what Hermione made for me! Chocolate chip cookies! They're really delicious!" said Ron, a happy smile on his shining face. He held the cookie at the half-sleeping Harry, who was still lying on his back.

"Leave me alone, Ron," said Harry, yawning.

"No! You've got to see this... it's..."

And suddenly, like a flash of lightning, Harry took the cookie away from Ron and bit into it.

"No!" Ron screamed. "My cookie! My cookie! Give it back! Give it back!"

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