Writing a one-shot after AGES, people! I sincerely hope you like this, because I ship Romione a lot. They're adorable. Happy reading!

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Hermione sat at the edge of the common room, nose buried in a book as always.

It was quiet, with the fire crackling and the eleves running around to tidy everything and shoot her with their grateful smiles as she helped them; Just her idea of peace.

Well, until Fred and George entered the room. The bushy haired girl shot the twins a glare, gesturing at her book.

They chuckled and then George whispered in a voice loud enough that she'd hear, "Oi Fred, we'd better keep quiet now. Who knows what the prefect might do to us now that we're this late."

"Yeah, George." Fred could barely contain his laughter. "She might... Report us."

"Oh the horror!"

They laughed, walking upstairs to the boy's dormitory. Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed; they never would learn, would they?

To her great surprise (and some annoyance) the portrait creaked open and another red haired Weasley stepped in, enduring the Fat Lady's cries of, "Impertinence! I really should tell the Headmaster about you! And a prefect."

"Ron," Hermione addressed her disapproving tone at him. "For Merlin's sake, why were you outside..." She checked the clock. "At midnight!"

"Fred and George," he answered, which was a good explanation for everything.

She sighed. "You're a prefect, Ron."

Ron held up a hand. "I don't need this now, Mione. First I was goaded by Fred and George into sneaking in the kitchens. Second, all the house eleves scolded me when none of this is my fault. And now you?"

"I..." She couldn't believe him. "I'm trying to help you!"

"Plus," he continued like he hadn't heard her. "Lavender followed me around all day and I have a giant headache."

"Ron, I'm just tryi-" But he'd already left to go upstairs before he turned and added, quite sarcastically at that, "And tomorrow I have to show that new student around and I will barely get any sleep-"

There was a loud crashing noise. "-Because of that."

Hermione glared at him. He glared back and stormed into the dorm. Just as he left, she put (read; threw) the book down and curled up in the armchair.

Why is he such a git?!

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"Um, excuse me? Good morning?" The voice that awoke Hermione was a sweet, feminine one, with a light accent that sounded... French? She slowly opened her eyes to see...

"You're a Vee-"

"Non, I'm not a Veela. I do look the part, do I not?" The girl smiled, flipping a sheet of what Hermione had thought was silver hair- although they were platinum blonde.

"Uh... Yeah," Hermione answered, meeting her large blue eyes. "You must be the new student. I'm Hermione Granger. I'm a prefect here."

"Yes. I am looking for..." The girl consulted a piece of parchment. "Ronald Weasley? He is another prefect here, I was told, and he will be showing me around Hogwarts today, or so I'm informed."

"Right..."

"I'm Ron. It's nice to meet you. Grace, isn't it?" Ron said, appearing from the boy's dormitory. He looked a bit tired, but smiled nonetheless.

The girl- Grace- hopped up and nodded. "Hello! It's a pleasure." She quickly kissed Ron on both cheeks, making him blush.

Hermione glanced between them, rolling her eyes.

"Come on, let's go," Ron told Grace, shooting Hermione a glower as he noticed the eyeroll she'd given them. "Why don't you go get ready for your classes, Hermione? I know you wouldn't want to be tardy."

"See you later, Hermione!" Grace shot the Granger a charmingly sweet smile and went out the common room with Ron.

Hermione bubbled with anger and another feeling... But no... It couldn't be that. She wasn't the kind to be jealous over some pretty girl who clearly had Ron wrapped around her little finger.

With a groan of disgust, she went upstairs to change.

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The next few days she was preoccupied with the thought of that girl- so much so that she barely paid attention in the classes!

"Hermione," a quite worried Professor McGonagall asked her. "Are you feeling alright? You don't seem to be listening to what I was saying, and I clearly remember you being excited about this lesson."

"What? Oh I'm fine," Hermione muttered.

Just then, Ron walked in, and finally, finally Grace wasn't around him for once. He apologized to Professor McGonagall for coming late and looked around for a place to sit. He was about to sit next to Seamus when,

"Mr Weasley, please sir next to Miss Granger here so she can explain to you what we have accomplished in this lesson." McGonagall said.

Ron awkwardly took his seat next to Hermione and the class resumed.

"So erm..."

An silence passed until Hermione spoke. "So how's Grace, Ron?" He looked at her in surprise and replied, "She's fine. She seems to be enjoying."

"And you seem to be enjoying too, you're always around her. You haven't spent any time with m- I mean, with Harry or Ginny ever since she arrived! It's like she's your girlfriend or something!" Hermione didn't realise she was shouting.

Then she clapped a hand over her mouth, glancing around her. Ron just blankly stared at her, and said slowly, "She isn't. By the way."

"I... I'm sorry, Ron."

He didn't seem like he was listening. The bell rang and he got up abruptly. "I have to go now. Excuse me, Professor."

It took her time to unfreeze, but when she did, Professor McGonagall said, "Step into my office for a minute, Hermione. It won't take long, you'll be off to your next class after that."

She numbly accepted and followed her teacher.

Professor McGonagall settled herself at her desk and instructed, "Have a biscuit, Miss Granger." Hermione paused.

"Sorry, have a what?"

"I said, have a biscuit." Professor McGonagall repeated, and Hermione took one gingerly, biting into it as though it would kill her. "Now, I seem to have found the reason for your distraction in my class."

"No!" Hermione cried. "It... It's not that, it's just... I don't think Ron should be all that obsessed with Grace. She's not a bad person but..."

"I understand. Have another biscuit."

The professor watched her with a trace of her rare smile. "I remember when Potter was here, and he did the same. He visits me a lot for these biscuits now. I do believe he would be here any moment..."

A knock came at the door and Professor McGonagall said, "Enter!" A sheepish looking Harry came in and smiled at Hermione. "That was quite the outburst, Mione."

"Not you too!"

"Ginger Newt or Butter Crunch, Potter?"

Hermione looked on in shock as Harry chose a Butter Crunch and sat back, casually munching on his biscuit.

"I for one think that Ron's not sorting out his priorities." Harry said through a muffled biscuit crumb mouth. "Swallow!" Hermione scolded him before she added, "I think that as well. He's being a git."

"Besides we know Ron can't handle himself around veelas. Remember Fleur?" Harry grinned at her.

Hermione shuddered. "Fleur? Only too well."

"Give him some time," Professor McGonagall suggested. "He'll be back to his own self sooner or later." Harry and Hermione got up and thanked the teacher. Then the pair went to find Ron.

Grace was talking to a fair haired boy in an animated fashion, while Ron watched the two, looking somehow sad.

"Go," Harry told her.

"What?! No! He won't talk to me now! I humiliated him!" Hermione hissed.

"Come on, Hermione, this has been happening between you two since the day you first met. You can always forgive Ron, and he will always forgive you too! Now go or I'll never forgive you."

Hermione gave Harry a quick hug. "Thanks, Harry. I'll make things right!"

She rushed over to Ron and cleared her throat. "Ron? Could we... Could we talk? I wanted to clear up some things..."

Ron glanced at her. "Go on," he muttered.

"I'm really sorry about that outburst, Ron. See, I really missed your company and I should have told you properly instead of just yelling it out. Grace is really lucky you like her, because you're an amazing person, Ronald Weasley. If you decide not to forgive me," Hermione swallowed, and finished in a rush. "I wouldn't be surprised and I'm sorry."

Ron seemed speechless. He repeatedly blinked and it took him a while to answer. "I... I don't like Grace, Hermione!"

"Huh?" Now Hermione was confused.

The redhead laughed. "I've never liked her! I've only liked one person, and that's... That's you! I can't believe you thought I liked Grace. I just had to sort out a few of her problems and it took a while, that's all!"

"You like me?" The words seemed foreign to her tongue, and she stared at him in shock and awe.

"Yes, I do!"

The three words set off an explosion of delight in her heart and she threw her arms around Ron, repeating over and over again, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much Ronnie the Weasel King!"

Ron smiled up at her while Harry, nearby, laughed, but Hermione didn't care, she wasn't jealous anymore and she had her Ron.

Jealously really is a curse.

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And done!!! Next is penpaperbooks Drastoria two-shot (the first part) which I'll finish up writing! I hope you guys liked this one-shot!