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Buffy and Hermione met the boys at the entrance to the pitch, both the girls bubbling with excitement.

“You were brilliant!” Hermione gushed, making the tips of Ron’s ears go pink.

“Oi Ron!”

The yell from behind them made the group turn to see where it had come from. The Weasley twins raced towards them, stopping before the crashed into the group.

Fred and George looked towards Buffy, their faces showing in no uncertain terms that they liked what they saw.

“Hi,” they said brightly to Buffy. “I’m George, and he’s George.” “No, You’re Fred, and I’m George.” “Oh. Right. Yeah, I’m Fred and he’s Fred.” “George.”

Buffy grinned and shook their hands, caught off guard a little when George brought her hand to his lips, bowing old-fashioned style.

“Oh, knock it off you two,” said another voice. Buffy looked to where the voice had come from behind the twins. There was a Jamaican boy with dreadlocks standing there grinning.

“Hey Buffy. Lee Jordan,” he said. She recognised him as the boy who’d been commentating.

“Nice to meet you all. Or, I think it is at least,” she said.

Lee turned to Fred and George. “Come on guys, I’m starving.”

Fred and George grinned. “You’re always hungry.” “Even right after dinner.”

They waved their goodbyes and ran towards the castle in search of lunch.

Buffy turned back to her friends and saw that Ron and Hermione were in their own world talking softly. Buffy grinned and shot a look at Harry who was watching his two best friends speculatively. She tugged on his arm to pull him away from Ron and Hermione.

She managed to give Harry the once over, definitely liking the way his Quidditch uniform fit him so well. On first look, Harry wasn’t all that handsome, but when you looked closer, he was rather striking. His cheekbones were well defined and his eyes held a glint of mischief and fire. His hair was an unruly black mop, and his glasses complimented him quite well.

Buffy blushed a little as the inappropriate thoughts roamed through her head. She shook herself to get rid of them and turned to her friend.

“You up for a little match-making?” Buffy asked.

“I was thinking we should just look them in a closet and hope they work it out,” Harry replied.

Buffy grinned. “We’ll make that Plan B.”

“What’s Plan A?” Harry asked.

“Pretty much you.”

Harry’s eyes widened with confusion. “Which means what exactly?”

“You and Hermione make Ron crazy with jealousy,” Buffy replied. “She flirts with you, you flirt back, and Ron opens his eyes and sees the complete hottie that is Hermione.”

Harry thought about it for a moment and smiled. He’d seen the absolute jealousy from Ron when Hermione had been associating with Viktor Krum the previous year.

“I think it might just work,” Harry said.

Buffy grinned and they walked back to the castle, talking companionably as Ron and Hermione bickered from in front of them.

Lunch came and went, and the foursome ended up in the girls’ dormitory, all of them seated on Buffy’s bed. Ron tried to look around subtly for the leather pants that had to be hidden somewhere around the bed, but couldn’t find them. He gave up after about five minutes. He did, however, spot a leather bound photo album.

He picked it up and looked questioning at Buffy.

“Mind if I have a look?” he asked.

Buffy just waved her hand, motioning for him to feel free. Harry and Hermione moved to Ron’s sides to look over his shoulder.

“I’ll never get over how still they are,” Ron said quietly as they slowly went through the photos.

“Still?” Buffy asked.

“Yeah,” Ron said. “They don’t move.”

Buffy looked to Harry for an explanation.

“Photos and paintings in the magick world move around,” Harry said.

“Hey, who are these guys?” Ron asked, pointing to a photo of five people.

“That’s Willow and Oz, Xander and Cordelia,” Buffy replied, pointing to each of her friends in turn.

“You guys look really close,” Hermione commented.

“We are. Or…we were. Before I left.”

“Do they know you came here?” Harry asked.

Buffy shook her head. “It’d be too hard to explain it to them,” Buffy replied.

“Do you miss them?” Hermione asked softly.

Buffy nodded sadly. She missed them desperately, but lately it hadn’t been as bad. When she’d been in the castle with only the Professors, that had been horrible. Giles had been great, but it hadn’t been the same. Now that she’d made friends it was a lot more bearable.

“It’s not so bad anymore,” Buffy said, glancing momentarily at Harry.

Harry smiled and Ron turned the page.

“Are those your parents?” Ron asked.

Buffy looked at the photo to see whom Ron was referring to. Her mom. And her dad. Before the divorce. Before she’d been ‘called’.

“They’re the people who raised me, yeah,” Buffy replied.

“What happened to them?”

Buffy, the only reason that your mum even thinks that she is your mum, is because of magick.

Buffy just shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. Harry shot Ron a glare and gently rubbed Buffy’s back. The blonde girl sucked in deeply and shook off her tears, but didn’t answer. Ron closed the album and replaced it under the bed where he’d found it.

“So…what are we doing this afternoon?” Hermione asked.

Dinner finally rolled around and Buffy arranged for Hermione and Harry to be seated next to each other.

“Touching is key,” Buffy whispered to Harry before they reached the Great Hall. “Her hands, her hair, maybe on her knee. Smile at her. If you can, catch her attention, hold it. And no laughing, you’ll give everything away if you start laughing. We’ll know we’ve got his attention if he starts retaliating.”

Harry nodded, committing these things to memory. The group sat down, Buffy and Ron on one side with Hermione and Harry on the other. Harry took his seat, making sure to touch Hermione’s shoulder to steady himself as he clambered over the bench. Hermione looked up at him and smiled, having been given a similar run down of the game plan earlier that evening.

Harry grinned at her, winking subtly. He sat down but let his hand linger.

“Will you pass me the bread rolls?” Harry asked quietly, his voice soft and intimate. Hermione nodded and grabbed a bread roll. Their hands met, their fingers loitering. Ron nearly choked on his own bread when he saw Hermione and Harry gazing at each other.

“Thanks,” Harry whispered.

Hermione smiled, going a little red, embarrassed by the close contact between them. It seemed so strange to be doing that with Harry when she saw him as nothing but her best friend and older brother figure.

“You’re welcome,” Hermione replied.

Buffy bit back a smile and began eating, keeping a close eye on Ron who was watching Harry and Hermione like a hawk. Harry quickly looked at Ron and saw that they were extremely close to victory already. There was no way that Ron wasn’t jealous of them. He decided to just go straight into one of the less subtle lines he had thought up.

Harry touched Hermione’s hair gently, tucking a strand behind her ear. “Have you thought about permanently doing your hair like it was for the Yule Ball?” Harry asked. “You looked more gorgeous than usual that night.”

Hermione smiled. “Thank you,” she replied. “I’ve thought about it. I’m not too certain though. You really liked it?”

“Loved it,” Harry replied. He touched her hair again and pulled his hand away, trying to look reluctant about it. He idly wondered what it would be like to be able to touch Buffy’s hair like that. “I’ll never forget the way you looked that night.”

Ron coughed a little, eyes narrowed. “Some of us are trying to eat,” Ron said. “Could do without the floorshow.”

Buffy grinned and looked at Hermione who looked as though she was about to burst with excitement. Ron was definitely jealous.

Harry gave his best friend a sheepish grin. “Sorry.” He pulled his hand away and placed it under the table, putting it on Hermione’s knee. He purposely tickled her a little, making her giggle which brought Ron’s attention to the pair.

Hermione brought her hand under the table to stop Harry from tickling her, which made it look as though the pair was holding hands. Ron saw red and stood up abruptly. Harry, Hermione and Buffy all looked at him in shock.

“I uh…I forgot something. In my room.”

He left before anyone could protest. A flash of guilt crossed Harry’s face and he stood up to follow. Hermione stopped him. “Maybe I should go.”

Harry nodded and Hermione raced out after the boy that she had grown to more than like. She caught up with him before he could make his way up the main set of stairs.

“Ron, wait!”

Ron turned, anger and pain on his face.

“Why didn’t you tell me you two were together?” Ron asked angrily. “You knew who I feel about-”

Ron stopped and looked away. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat.

“Feel about what?” she asked gently.

Ron hesitated and finally brought himself to look at her. He swallowed nervously and touched her cheek with shaking hands.

“I thought you knew how I felt about you,” he whispered.

Hermione’s hand crept up to cover Ron’s and she closed her eyes, leaning her cheek into his hands.

“Harry and I aren’t together,” Hermione admitted.

“What?”

“We aren’t together. I just…I needed to know how you felt,” Hermione said. “And I’m really sorry that I hurt you Ron, but…I needed to know if you feel for me the way feel for you.”

Ron shoved past the pang of hurt that threatened to come over him when he realised he’d been tricked and concentrated on the last few words she’d spoken.

“And how do you feel for me?” he asked quietly.

“I like you, Ron,” Hermione said. “More than like you. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you smile and the way you laugh. The way your ears go red when you’re embarrassed. Just...everything about you.”

Ron nodded, his mouth going completely dry. He stepped towards her, his hand still on her cheek.

“I’ve never met anyone like you,” Ron said. “You’re stubborn and infuriating, but…you challenge me. You make me think. You make me feel things I probably shouldn’t be feeling. And I more than like you as well.”

Hermione smiled, willing herself not to cry as the words filtered through her ears. Ron hesitated another moment before finally ducking his head and letting his lips melt onto hers.

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