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Author's Notes: This takes place during Harry's seventh year at Hogwarts- sometime in the middle- I hope you enjoy.

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Ronald Wesley stretched his arms in the air as he let out a long and very necessary yawn. He was sitting next to Hermione on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room. After a moment, he glanced to his other best friend Harry, whom was sitting on a chair across from the couch, and motioned to the clock. They had been studying for five straight hours.

"I saw that." Hermione said, blankly, not looking up from her Transfiguration book.

"Come on Hermione!" He whined. "Don't you think it's about time we went to bed? If we don't, I'm going to fall asleep in classes tomorrow and then you're going to yell at me!" He whined even louder and dramatically buried his face in his hands, as if terrified by the idea of a lecture. Hermione and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine! You can go to bed!" Hermione teased. The three friends stood up, gathered their things and walked to the back of the room. Hermione gave each boy a kiss on the cheek and proceeded to the girl's dormitory.

Once Hermione's back was turned, Ron held up five fingers and noiselessly mouthed to Harry, "Five hours!"

"I saw that too!" Hermione yelled over her shoulder. Ron threw his hands in the air, exasperated.

"How does she do that?" He practically shouted as he and Harry made their way to their dormitory. Harry started chuckling.

"You got caught, twice!" He laughed, almost evilly.

"Shut up, Harry!" Ron demanded as he pushed open the door to their room. Dean, Seamus, and Neville had been sitting on their beds, laughing, but stopped the very second Ron and Harry walked in. They immediately knew what was going on. Many of the seventh year Gryffindor boys were somewhat dense, but none of them were outright stupid! They weren't blind either. It was no secret to any of them that Hermione Granger, once a bushy-haired annoyance, had become the most… attractive girl of their year. If only Dean could term it so appropriately. Many times already this year, he had gotten verbal threats and deadly glances from both Harry and Ron. They had made it a well-known fact, in the boy's dormitory at least, that there was to be no talk about "their girl" unless respectful and complimentary.

"Please, don't stop on our account." Ron said in a tense voice.

"Yes, continue with your conversation." Harry added. Dean, Seamus, and Neville looked at each other with nervous expressions on their faces. None of them knew what to do. There seemed to be only one way out.

"Good night!" All three said at the same time. They put their heads on their pillows and tried as hard as they could to fall asleep.

Meanwhile, in the girl's dormitory, Hermione was struggling with a problem of her own.

"Honestly Hermione, I just don't understand you!" Lavender explained, plopping down at the end of Hermione's bed. "Put that book down!" Lavender reached up, pulled Hermione's book from her hands and threw it on the floor.

"I agree with Lavender." Parvati said, sitting next to Lavender on Hermione's bed. "I mean, seriously, have you looked at either of them lately?" Hermione gave her roommates an annoyed glanced.

"I see Harry and Ron everyday. It's kind of hard not to look at them."

"Tell me about it!" Lavender smirked and closed her eyes. "Mmm. They're both just so cute!"

"It was obvious that Harry would be. But Ron! Who would have thought he'd grow to be so gorgeous!" Parvati squealed.

"Do you two mind?" Hermione exclaimed, trying to convince them to cease their conversation.

"Yes." Both girls answered.

"Come on Hermione!" Lavender smirked again. "There's no way you've noticed how hot Harry is when he has that charming Potter smirk on his face!"

"Or how cute Ron is when he blushes! And his hair! Gotta say, I'm liking the hair." Parvati said.

"It's different this year isn't it? It's styled to be… messier?"

"Sexier!"

"It's messy because he doesn't brush it!!" Hermione practically shouted, but it fell on deaf ears.

"And the way Harry's hair falls just barely over his scar so you can't really see it." Lavender put her hand over her heart, expressing sympathy to the boy.

"Oh that is so cute! The way he tries to hide it!" Parvati squealed yet again.

"He doesn't do that on purpose!" Hermionesaid, shewas getting very annoyed now.

"Or how about when Ron…" Lavender was cut off by Hermione leaping out of bed.

"Stop it!" Hermione shouted. "Stop it, right now." She repeated sharply. "Neither one of you have the slightest clue what you're talking about. I have eyes. I see Harry and Ron and I know them well enough to know what makes them hot. You obviously don't because everything you just mentioned, is nothing compared to what I've seen. I've lost myself in Harry's deep green eyes and I blush every time Ron flashes me one of his adorable smirks. And if you believe nothing else…" Her voice lowered as she finished. "Believe that the last thing I need is a couple of giggly prats telling me how hot my guys are. You'll do well to keep your mediocre observations to yourselves." With that, she climbed back into bed and placed her head on her pillow while Lavender and Parvati looked at each other, dumbfounded. Hermione drifted off to sleep, content in the knowledge that she would never need to have that conversation ever again.