Who else?

Exhausted after quidditch training, Ron and Harry bid goodnight to Hermione, who was doing her homework in the common room, and made their way up the stairs to the boy's dormitory.

They were happily discussing Gryffindor's chances at the quidditch cup that year when they heard Dean and Seamus coming up the stairs, also deep in discussion, but roaring with laughter.

"So, be honest, who do you think has the best rack in the year?" Dean was asking. Seamus appeared thoughtful for a minute, then said "Gotta be Parvati Patil, she's…" he made expressive gestures in the air with his hands, and they both laughed again.

"OK, who d'you reckon's second best?" queried Seamus. "Well Padma Patil obviously, they're twins, aren't they, they should be the same…" Ron and Harry grinned at each other, remembering that they had each taken these two girls to the Yule ball last year, and felt slightly proud.

"Nah, it's gotta be Hermione Granger, have you seen…". Exactly what Seamus wondered whether Dean had seen Harry never knew, because Ron had punched Seamus so hard in the face he went backwards down the stairs into the common room.

"Don't you ever talk about Hermione that way again, how dare you, you don't even know her, sure, sure, snigger about Hermione the body, but you can't think of her as Hermione the person, can you? Oh no, just judge her by her bra size, because the fact that she's sweet and kind and brave and honest don't matter as long as she's got big tits, right?"

Ron kicked the cowering Seamus, and continued, no longer yelling, but hissing so venomously that Seamus backed away "If you ever, ever, talk about Hermione that way again, I willkill you". It wasn't a threat. It was a fact.

Ron straightened up, red in the face with anger, then asked Harry nervously, "Umm, how loud was I then?" Before Harry could respond, someone behind them said "Loud enough for me to hear". Ron whipped round, his face turning white. It was Hermione.

Ron hung his head, waiting for his lecture, "I'm sorry, Hermione, I know I shouldn't have been fighting, I just couldn't stand hearing him talk about you like that…" he trailed off and risked a glance upwards.

Hermione was not stern or angry. She was smiling. She glanced at Harry, who took the hint and muttered something about going to bed now, and ran up the boy's staircase, leaving Ron and Hermione alone together in the common room.

"Thanks, Ron" she said, the stepped forwards and kissed him lightly, ignoring the look of shock, then ecstasy on Ron's face. "So, who is the best looking in our year?' Ron's face cracked into a lopsided grin. 'You, Hermione. Who else could it ever be?'