False Accusations

Spanky_Potter

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 22/07/2004
Last Updated: 22/07/2004
Status: completed

When Ron notices Harry picking up all of Hermione's quirky traits it leads him to one conclusion: Hermione is slowly but surely manipulating Harry's fragile mind! Meanwhile Ginny and co. try to get him to see the obvious and innuendo ensues!

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Disclaimer: The characters and any other things you recognize are J.K. Rowling’s and not mine (As if I could ever be so lucky…)

A/N: This is the first of my slightly revised fics I’ve decided to post on Portkey. It’s a one-shot involving quite of bit of innuendo (The more, the better, I say!) Hope you guys enjoy! (And what better way to say you’ve enjoyed it than leaving a review?)

False Accusations

Ron Weasley stared in wonder at his best friend who sat across from him in the common room on that dreary December afternoon. Harry hid half of his face behind the intimidating novel Hogwarts, a History, which was gripped at an upside down angle in Harry's tense hands. He shuffled his feet like a nervous dog, jingling the ears on his fuzzy blue bunny slippers that had appeared out of nowhere but looked strangely familiar to Ron. Ron guessed Harry hadn't noticed the book's awkward position since he had been staring at it for about an hour now. Every moment or so Harry would glance up at the clock that hung on the back wall of the common room, glance back at Ron for a quick second, dart his eyes around nervously, ribbed collar of his bulky jumper up so it was nearly covering his chin and then refocus his eyes on the book.

This had been going on for a while now and it didn't take Ron long to know that something strange was up. Since when did Harry Potter read? And Hogwarts, a History none the less, the same book a certain bushy haired companion of theirs could be seen with her nose tucked into almost every month when she was looking for a bit of 'light' reading.

"Ahem," Ron sputtered slightly, trying to get Harry's attention. Harry seemed to concentrate harder on his book.

"Ahem!" Ron tried for the second time, this time coughing a little more closer to Harry's face. Finally Ron got frustrated and tapped his friend lightly on the knee. Harry almost hit the ceiling he jumped so high out of his seat. He looked a bit flustered and tugged his collar up more.

"Err...did you want a cough drop, Ron?" Harry questioned, shifting his eyes to the staircase leading to the girl's dormitories.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked cautiously, choosing to ignore Harry’s sarcastic inquiry.

"Huh? Oh, yeah of course, what do you mean?" Harry replied, shutting his book on his lap and tugged at his collar a bit more. This was really beginning to irk Ron.

"You look all pale and clammy..." Ron stated bluntly, observing Harry’s pallid appearance caused his jagged scar to appear more prominently on his forehead, though it was quite well hidden by his unruly jet black mane. Ron couldn’t help notice with a shudder that Harry’s pale façade cold even rival Malfoy’s at the moment

"It’s a bit chilly," Harry retorted in an equally blunt tone.

"But you’re- you're reading-" Ron pointed out, cringing slightly on Harry’s behalf as his best friend shifted uncomfortably opposite of him.

"I can't educate myself about my school's rich background?" Harry questioned sounding scandalized as if someone were accusing him of hexing Dumbledore rather than stating some run-of-the-mill facts.

"It's Hermione's book," Ron spoke in a low tone, still determined to get to the bottom of Harry’s behavior.

"She uh...let me borrow it," Harry breathed out stiffly after a brief hesitation.

"When?" Ron asked innocently, giving a false nonchalant expression while twirling his quill around in the air as if this conversation was of no real importance to him. Needless to say he didn’t pull it off. Harry was still eyeing him with a lick of suspicion before he finally responded, sounding as if he was weighing his words delicately.

"On Friday..."

"I didn't hear her say you could borrow it on Friday and I was with you guys all day," Ron noted immediately. Ron couldn't tell if Harry was blushing or not because of the flickers of light coming from the fireplace splashing onto his face, tinting it with color.

"You went to bed early while we stayed up in the common room," Harry said propping his book open again.

"Friday was the victory party for our game against Ravenclaw," Ron stated in an unrelenting tone, nudging Harry’s massive book down.

“Honestly Ron, what is it that you want? I expect you’ll want a biscuit for being so observant-”

"-So, McGonagall came in and made sure everyone was in their dormitories a little after midnight!" Ron continued in a slightly accusing manner harboring a triumphant glint in his meridian eyes.

"What are you implying?" Harry countered, glancing at the staircase again and reaching for the neck of his burgundy jumper.

"What exactly are you hiding under there-?" Ron started to grab for his collar before being slapped away by Harry.

"There’s only so many stolen goods you can hide on a neck, Ron..." Harry replied sardonically, appearing quite shifty eyed.

"Then why have you been wearing nothing but things that cover your neck for the past..." Ron paused before proceeding to count silently on his fingers, "Err...couple of weeks?"

"I already told you, its cold out!" Harry said pointing at the window across the common room where delicate flakes of snow could be seen wafting about outside to prove his statement. “Now why don’t we end this conversation now? I’m sure you still have a good two feet of parchment to finish…” Harry said, waving his arm dismissively.

"Yes, yes, a likely tale…Though Harry?” I was just wondering exactly how bugs keep getting at your neck seeing as you’ve been covered like a nun lately…?" Ron questioned curiously.

"…Who are you, Ishtar the Inquisitive?" Harry asked rolling his eyes with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Who?"

"Ishtar the Inquisitive. He was the leader of the Ministry’s Inquisition in 1883, the one who questioned Boris the Bewildered to the brink of insanity. If you actually paid attention in History of Magic you would know this," Harry replied as if he we're some kind of Encyclopedia- or worse, Hermione.

"...How and why do you know that?" Ron said cocking his eyebrow.

"...Never mind, what bugs are you talking about?" Harry said changing the subject abruptly.

"I've seen you sleep. You have all these little reddish marks all over your neck! There not spider bites, I hope, because those bites can be venomous,” Ron said shuddering involuntarily.

Ron was sure Harry blushed this time. His whole face lit up in a brilliant magenta color and it spread down into his collar and probably lower. Harry stayed quiet for a moment as if he didn't hear what Ron had said. Or maybe he didn't want to hear.

"Why are you watching me sleep?" Harry finally said, trying to turn the tables on Ron.

"Well you make such a ruckus stumbling into the dorm after hours so can one not notice you?" Ron replied crossing his arms defiantly in front of his chest.

"Who else knows?" Harry asked slightly panicky.

"Why? What have you been doing?" Ron questioned slyly.

"...Homework." Harry said hesitantly.

"Homework?" Ron questioned with a bewildered expression on his face. He was now certain this couldn’t be his Harry. This was probably some clone sent in by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the real Harry Potter was probably in his clutches being tortured in some sinister lair as they spoke…

"Homework!" Harry shouted, getting oddly defensive. He attracted some attention to their conversation and soon the rest of the occupants of the common room -Lavender who was in the corner gossiping over a magazine with Parvati, Neville who was chatting lively with his plant in the lounge chair next to them, and Ginny and Colin who were rearranging Colin's latest Harry picture book- were listening avidly. Harry flushed a bit as he returned his attention to Ron.

"Homework? Hermione's the only person that would actually stay up doing homework 'till the crack of dawn..." Ron grumbled is response, scribbling something down on his parchment.

"What made you think of Hermione? Because if you're thinking that I stayed out all night with ‘Mione doing whatever your sick mind can come up with you're dead wrong and stark raving bonkers! " Harry spouted in a suspiciously hasty way. Soon he was back to looking around nervously as if anticipating some attack.

"...Okay, no more sugar quills for you." Ginny muttered from the floor.

"Oh, of course not. A lot of sugar can ruin your teeth," Harry replied contently picking up his book again, this time right side up.

Everyone stared at him for a moment as he licked his thumb and flipped the page with an expression of mild interest.

"...That sounds like dentist talk to me Harry." Ron muttered over the edge of Harry's book.

Before Harry could reply they heard footsteps clambering down the stairs and turned to see Hermione. She surveyed over the scene of mostly everyone staring towards Ron and Harry, Ron gripping Harry's shoulder in a seemingly painful way with his eyebrows cocked in a suspicious way, their noses nearly touching. Everybody's head turned towards her stepping towards them wearing a powder blue turtleneck sweater slightly similar to Harry's under a cloak and fuzzy pink bunny slippers that matched Harry's covering her feet. She approached Harry and Ron in the middle of the common room.

"Err...hi," she said cautiously.

"Hey Hermione," chorused around the room as she took a seat next to Harry on the lumpy sofa.

"Hi ‘Mione." Harry said with a lopsided grin on his face. She smiled in return at Harry and then grinned shortly at Ron.

"And where were you all morning? Huh?" Ron pounced, giving her a highly suspicious look.

“Finishing up some homework. What did you expect Ron? She said as if it were common knowledge. “Ron? Ron? Why do you look all flushed?”

"A likely story. Why are you wearing your scarf indoors? I thought you hated the feeling of things around your neck,"

"If you hadn’t noticed it’s practically a raging blizzard outside,” Hermione exaggerated stiffly, rolling her eyes. “What's it to you anyway, Ishtar the Inquisitive?" Hermione said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"I told you it was cold..." Harry hissed to Ron with a grin.

"Shut up Harry," Ron muttered, getting out his quill again.

Harry giggled and returned to his book with Hermione reading over his shoulder, deeply engrossed in the book as well. Ron watched out of the corner of his eye as his friends got suspiciously comfortable in their reading position on the couch across from him. Hermione was unconsciously tracing little shapes in Harry left cheek as he moved his lips silently mouthing the words they were reading. His eyes darted back and forth from Hermione and Harry as he made up something to write on his Transfiguration essay on Animagi. He slightly jumped when he noticed that they were both wearing identical pairs of creepy fuzzy bunny slippers, Harry's blue, Hermione's pink. Harry paused his reading to turn to Hermione and whisper something in her ear that she responded to by blushing slightly and nodding.

"What in the blazes-?" Ron said, not really realizing he said something aloud.

Hermione and Harry dragged their eyes up from the book and looked at Ron curiously.

"Anything wrong?" Harry asked his friend.

"N-no. I'm okay."

"Well, we're going up to the dorm, Ron." Harry said, standing with his book in one hand, extending the other to Hermione.

"To do what?" Ron tried to make it look like he didn't really care what they were doing but failed miserably.

"...Homework." They both responded in unison, shifting their eyes around in a nervous manner, making their answer sound unconvincing.

"What is with you two and homework?! Am I the only one missing the joys of doing it?" Ron raged on with a highly annoyed expression etched on his face.

“Probably," Harry responded calmly.

“Merlin forbid someone actually caring about their grades,” Hermione said in a joking manner, cracking an impish grin.

"I thought we were gonna practice Quidditch later!" Ron exclaimed, detirmined to regain Harry from Hermione's clutches.

Harry glanced longingly at Ron, turned to Hermione, and back to Ron in the manner which resembled a confused puppy. Hermione took hold of his hand assuringly and his head snapped back to Ron.

"Ron, you two really shouldn’t make me choose…” Harry whimpered in an anxious voice as he followed Hermione's lead up the stairs.

"Wait, wait, wait, Harry, earlier you said you guys were doing homework yesterday," Lavender countered with a sly grin on her face.

"How much homework can you two do-" Parvati started with an identical grin to Lavender's.

"Especially when you guys have been doing it all week-" Ginny continued for her cocking her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"And we've only got..." Neville counted silently on his fingers and then turned back to them holding up three fingers, "Two assignments from Snape and one from McGonagall."

Harry glanced at Hermione who was peering back at him as if they were silently discussing something. They both turned to Ron and Hermione responded:

"Extra credit, isn’t it obvious?" And with that they scurried up the stairs leading to the girl's dormitories chuckling to themselves.

" I suppose we can't beat that logic." Colin said to everyone breaking a brief moment of silence, returning to his Harry collage.

"Blast, we almost had them," Parvati said, snapping her fingers as a notion of defeat. She and Lavender took the seats on the couch that Harry and Hermione had previously occupied.

"The way they're carrying on the whole school will have them figured out soon enough..." Ginny muttered.

"You guys, I've just thought of something!" Ron exclaimed, shoving his assignment to the side.

"Oh my goodness, call the press, Ron's thinking!" Ginny gasped in mock astonishment.

"Real funny, Ginevra,” Ron scoffed harshly, watching Ginny cringe from being addressed by her full name she was less than fond of. “I'm serious! I think there's something going on between those two!" Ron accused, pointing up to the girls’ staircase.

"Oh really?" Parvati said sarcastically, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling at Ron’s thickness.

"You see how they both been covering up their necks lately, hiding those odd marks? And the way that they both wear those ridiculously creepy bunny slippers? Or, or the way they spend every waking moment they have without me doing ‘homework’ or reading something as dull and useless as Hogwarts: A History?" Ron said, waving his arms around.

"So you've finally figured it out?" Ginny questioned looking up at Ron. Her expression was one mingled with curiosity and an odd sense of impression.

"It's about time, Ron! We we're beginning to think you were a bit touched in the head to be ignoring all those hints..." Lavender said sighing.

"Honestly, maybe now they'll stop tip toeing around the castle with it-"

"You knew?!" Ron exclaimed, his eyes increasing to the size of dinner plates.

"Well...of course." Ginny said cautiously.

“Knew what?" Colin and Neville questioned, innocently looking up from their work.

"It was pretty obvious Ron, how could we not know? I bet the whole school knows by now!" Lavender asked, rolling her eyes.

"Do you think were all as naïve as you?" Ginny said giggling slightly.

"Why, does it bother you?" Parvati asked, curious.

"Does it- what- does- Hell yes it bothers me! How could Harry do this to me?" Ron roared, throwing up his hands, confused as to why everyone was taking this so lightly.

Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny stared at Ron wit their mouths hanging open slightly. How could Ron be so selfish? Neville and Colin just stared back and forth between all of them like they were watching a tennis match, trying to find a clue as to what everyone was arguing about.

"I am surprised at you Ronald Weasley-"

"I'm not." Parvati mumbled under her breath as Lavender continued.

"How can you be so selfish?"

"Selfish? Selfish?! Me selfish? How am I the selfish on when Hermione's stealing Harry from me?!" Ron screeched.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Everybody went deathly silent and stared at Ron with bulging eyes, waiting for him to press on.

"Err...come again?" Ginny asked, using her finger to clean out the nonexistent dirt in her ear that could be blocking her hearing.

"You heard me! Harry's my best friend! Nobody seems to care that Hermione is slowly but surely poisoning his mind! Those identical marks on their necks, the books, the late night 'homework' sessions, the creepy bunny slippers, they're all signs pointing to the conclusion that Harry is turning into Hermione!" Ron cried. “I mean, I know since he’s been through a lot he’s impressionable and all but for Hermione to be so…so…” He groped pathetically for words.

“Manipulative?” Neville offered in a mild-mannered squeak.

“Exactly!”

"Cor, I never knew Hermione was so scheming and manipulative when it came to Harry. And here I though they were secretly together…I can’t believe I made that statement supporting Rita Skeeter when it’s so obvious what’s really been happening…” Colin muttered under his breath, looking suspiciously up the stairs.

"...Well at least now I have two Hermiones to help me with my schoolwork," Neville said cheerily, breaking the heavy silence.

Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny all looked at each other before bursting out in a fit of ridiculously high-pitched giggles they had been repressing for quite some time now.

"How can you laugh at this? How do you expect me to live on? Day after day I'll be tormented by nagging and controlling she-males flocking at my heels! No more late night snacks, no more Quidditch, no more adventures under the invisibility cloak, nothing! Just spew meetings, library studying sessions, and extra credit." Ron spat out as if the mere thought would poison him.

"That is the most idiotic, farfetched thing you've ever said Ron!" Parvati sputtered, wiping tears away from her eyes. “And that’s saying something!”

Really then? What do you suppose is going on up there besides Hermione's brainwashing?" Ron questioned ruthlessly.

"Gee, maybe they're plotting your destruction." Ginny said sarcastically.

"Exactly!" Ron exclaimed. "Ever since I met her Hermione has been trying to find ways to do just that! Now there'll be damage, there's two of her," Ron finished glumly. “And poor Harry, just a lost soul looking for acceptance won’t even know what hit him…”

"Nonsense,” Ginny replied briskly, calming down after a while. “Harry and Hermione have just become...closer concerning their relationship."

"You know, as clear as you made that, I don't follow," Neville commented looking quite bemused.

"What Parvati means is that their really close now, about as close as friends can get..." Lavender clarified, making sure to talk slowly so they understand.

Finally realization dawned on Ron's face followed by a derisive noise he made as a skeptical expression etched onto his face.

"And you say my explanation was farfetched..."

"You don't believe us?" Parvati questioned, flicking her obsidian hair over her shoulder.

"Of course not! And I bet you're gonna tell me those marks they were trying to hide were lovebites and not spider bites? Oh, and I'm suppose to believe that they bought matching bunny slippers on purpose? And Harry just magically picked up the habit of reading- or dare I say Hermione rubbed off on him," Ron said sardonically, looking oddly disgusted at the facts laid out for him.

All three girls stared at each other and then him. “Was that ‘rubbed off on him’ pun intended?” Lavender questioned finally.

"Well...there's a good chance Hermione bought the matching bunny slippers, not Harry." Ginny said in a light tone, offering Ron an innocent grin.

"I don't believe this!" Colin exclaimed in utter surprise. "So that's why I've been catching so many pictures of them together!"

"I don't know how we ever missed it..." Neville muttered.

"Don't be daft you two. Alright, alright, if Hermione's not taking advantage of Harry’s weakened conditioned- I didn’t mean that sort of taking advantage, Ginny, wipe that smirk off your face- then what do you suppose they’re doing up there?" Ron struggled to say between chuckles.

Another long and uneasy silence passed.

"Don't tell me. You think they're-"

"There's a possibility," Parvati muttered appearing quite flushed herself.

Ron shook his head profusely. "N-no. Hermione's with Krum and Harry likes Cho, right guys?" he said looking over to Neville and Colin for support. They seemed to find something extremely interesting in the ceiling at that moment and not seemed to notice Ron's question.

"Okay, let's make a bet. We go up there and if there doing what you guys say-"

"Or something along those lines," Parvati interjected.

"-you guys win,"

"What do we get?" Lavender asked in an excited manner, rubbing her hands together.

“Err...a free butterbeer and lunch in Hogsmeade later, on Neville and Colin," Ron answered.

"Hey!" Neville and Colin objected in unison.

"Shut up and be good sports."

"-And you can’t give Hermione and Harry any trouble, Ron. You know how sensitive they get when things concern your ever-so fragile ego…And if you win?" Ginny said, laughing at the prospect of Ron winning.

"You have to help stop Hermione's evil plot to ruin my life at Hogwarts. Deal?"

"Sure, a butterbeer's exactly what I need to warm me up." Lavender said heading towards the staircase. Everybody got up and followed her suit.

"Harry, harder…harder...harder!" Hermione groaned in Harry's ear, tickling him with the presence of her breath.

"I'm trying to pull harder but his nails are fastened to your bedpost!" Harry said tugging harder at Crookshank's midsection.

Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall and noted that it was already two thirty. The carriages would be leaving for Hogsmeade in about ten minutes. It was the day of Crookshank's check up at the vet up the road from the post office in Hogsmeade and they were going to be late if Crookshank's still refused to move.

"What is wrong with this beast?" Harry asked sighing exasperatedly.

"He's just a little scared of the v-e-t-e-r-i-n-a-r-i-a-n..." Hermione whispered in Harry's ear. Crookshank’s seemed to overhear and snarled before sticking his claws securely into the edge of Hermione's head board.

"You'd think we were taking him to his execution..." Harry mumbled.

"As far as he knows, we are."

"Can't we just cancel the appointment? I wanna go to Hogsmeade..." Harry reminded her as he released Crookshanks. He stared at Hermione imploringly and tucked out his lower lip like a pathetic puppy. Hermione couldn't help but laugh at Harry's behavior.

"Later. Now, we get Crooksanks."

Harry looked across the bed where Crookshanks had migrated. As Crookshanks realized Harry was staring at him he immeadetly attached his claws to the first thing he saw: the front headboard.

"You guys we can't just bust in there." Lavender whispered as they leaned eagerly to the door.

"Why not, don't want to interrupt their billionth homework session?" Ron questioned sarcastically.

"Just shush, I think I heard something!" Ginny hissed to her brother.

"Get on the bed Harry." they heard Hermione's voice say.

"Bed?" Colin mouthed.

"I’m gonna get you, you naughty little..." Harry's voice trailed off teasingly.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Hermione muttered through the door.

“Um, great, we can go now. Sounds like nothing more than an innocent game of tag-”

"Did you hear something?" Harry asked.

"No, keep going at it."

"Quite...a tight...squeeze." Harry groaned obviously straining with something.

"Hurry up Harry we're running out of time!"

"This may take a while and your rushing me doesn’t exactly help- if anything, it’s making me nervous..." Harry said still straining. Hermione scoffed.

"It’s not exactly a delicate art, Harry. You’re basically just having a go with my precious pussy-You’re messing up the fur!"

"I'll brush it back down when I'm done..."

"Hurry up..." Hermione urged impatiently.

"It's hard!" Harry whimpered.

Lavender and Parvati gasped and then went into a fit of silent giggles as Ron's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

"You know, this would go a lot faster if you let whip out my wand!" Harry said sounding a bit frustrated.

Ginny gasped at this remark and proceeded to nudge Ron hard in his side causing him to tumble over, knocking down Colin who was crouched at his side.

"Use your wand? So you could hurt my poor pussy? You must be joking..."

"Well my hands aren't exactly doing the trick, are they?"

"Didn't need to hear that..." Neville muttered.

"How much more do you need to hear, Ron? This conversation is turning a little heated," Lavender questioned.

"You know, this would go a lot faster with your help..." Harry pointed out.

"I'm coming."

"Still don't believe it." Ron stated, crossing his arms obstinately.

After a few minutes of groaning and straining both Harry and Hermione got frustrated with the stubborn cat.

"Maybe you should use your wand Harry." Hermione said, scratching her head in confusion at how that cat could be stuck like that.

"Finally!" exclaimed Harry rubbing his hands. "Would you mind taking it out the pocket?" Harry said nodding his head to where his cloak lay on the other side of the room.

"Of course..." Hermione responded, diving her hand into Harry’s littered pockets. Before she could reach it, a muted squeal sounded from behind the door making her jump.

"Did you here that?" she asked.

"...No,” Harry answered, still struggling with Crookshanks on the other side of the room.

"You sure?" Hermione said reaching for the doorknob.

"The wand please," Harry reminded her.

"What?"

"I'll need the wand if you want me to continue. You're clutching on to it like it belongs exclusively to you,"

Another squeal followed by a slapping noise and various girlish giggles.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hermione wondered aloud.

Suddenly the door burst open and Ron emerged into the room followed by Lavender, Ginny, Parvati, Neville, and Colin who were all grinning like idiots. All except for Ron. His face was still set for surprise and his face was an ill looking magenta.

"What the hell is going on in here?" Ron shouted looking around suspiciously.

He spotted Harry with his hands still gripped firmly on Crookshanks on the bed.

"...What were you sex driven pair of sadist planning to do with that poor cat?" Ginny questioned accusingly.

"...Trying to get Crookshanks ready for the vet, what does it look like?" Hermione said like she was saying something everyone should know already.

"What are you six sickos doing in here?" Harry questioned showing an equal amount of accusation.

"Then what were -you said- the groaning- the wand!" Ron sputtered out. "...Ohhh...I get it now." Ron said, realization dawning on him.

"They were getting the cat off of the bed," Ron stated the fact to everybody, appearing dumbfounded. Everyone glanced at each other before giving in to a spout of rather dubious laughter.

"You wouldn't believe what these girls thought..." Colin said wiping tears from his eyes.

"What are you talking about Colin?" Hermione asked looking quite bemused at the whole situation.

Ginny told the whole story from the point where Ron accused Harry of turning into Hermione, to when they made the bet, up until when they heard what the said at the door.

"...So, this is what our friends say about us behind our backs..." Hermione muttered to Harry who simply stood next to her mirroring her bemused expression.

"Well, you guys have been a little...odd," Ron mumbled looking down sheepishly.

"I refuse to stand here and listen to you guys slander our good names, be gone with you rogues!" Harry said making shooing motions with his hands.

"Wha-?" Ron started.

"We're gonna be late for the carriages going into Hogsmeade if we don't leave now..." Harry said pointing to the clock.

"He's right, let's go!" Ginny said pointing at the clock. It was already two forty five and the carriages were due to leave any moment.

"Yeah, yeah were coming..." Neville said as he and Neville followed Lavender and Parvati on the way out.

Ron stayed behind for a while and gave Harry and Hermione a sly grin while cocking his eyebrow suspiciously before spinning on his heel and making his way down the stairs.

"I can't believe Ron would think such a farfetched thing like that..." Hermione said with a smile appearing on her face.

"Too bad he doesn't know he owes the girls lunch and drinks..." Harry said with his own lopsided grin forming at the crack of his mouth.

Hermione reached out her hand and grabbed him by the neck to ease him closer as she gave him a light peck on the lips. Harry smiled with his lips pressed to Hermione's and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. After a short moment they broke apart slightly and Harry rested his forehead on Hermione's.

"Do you suppose we should go down there and tell him that he owes them?" Hermione questioned, raising her hand up to toy with stray lock of Harry's hair.

"Nah, let him have his stories- I kind of like the idea of you taking advantage of me," Harry said shutting the door behind them.