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This was co-written with my sister, Callie (penname Calista Stone) so thanks a million to her!

Harry sprawled out on the sofa, staring into the orange flames of the fireplace. He had sworn at the end of sixth year that he wouldn't be back in this place. Until the Order decided he would be safest here at Hogwarts.

It was one, small, tea-stained bit of parchment that led him to believe that there was a Horcrux, hidden in the castle. So, he decided it must have been fate, fate that brought him back to the castle.

Finding the Horcrux would have been a whole lot easier if he didn't have his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, arguing every waking minute. They had always argued like an old married couple, but it seemed like now, they were at each others throats more often then usual.

The most recent blow to their friendship was Ron's new girlfriend, Parvati Patil.

Harry wasn't sure how it happened. He had just been walking down the corridor one day, and there was Ron, wrapped up in a hot and heavy snog with Parvati. Hermione, of course, was furious. Harry wasn't sure why, their relationship was much less nauseating than that of Ron and Lavender.

Yes, Parvati was very annoying at meals, and yes, she and Ron were all over each other, but at least there was none of the "Won-Won" silliness there had been with Lavender.

Harry looked to his left to see Hermione curled up with a book on one side of a sofa, and Ron, staring into the fire, on the other.

"You two have really made it hard for me," Harry said plainly.

They looked at him, puzzled.

"Harry, you know we have been trying our best to help you," she replied, but then she looked at Ron. "Well, at least, I Have been trying to help you," she cringed.

"Excuse me?" Ron said to her, an offended expression on his face.

"SOMEONE has been to busy with his tongue in Parvati's mouth." Hermione exclaimed.

"Well," Ron said, his eyebrows raised, "Who's still writing to Vicky?" He turned up his nose in disgust.

"This is exactly what I talking about!" Harry shouted."We can't enjoy anything anymore because you two always spoil it!

Hermione looked a little scared, but Ron's face turned red.

"No!" he shouted back, "We can't enjoy anything anymore because you're always flipping out on everybody, for no good reason!"

It was just then that Harry realized that a small, terrified first year was standing behind him.

"What?" Harry snapped.

"Pr-Proffessor Mcgonagall wou-would like t-t-to see you," the timid boy replied.

Harry stormed out of the common room, and the first year scuttled off into the boys dormitories.

Ron looked over at Hermione.

"Maybe he's right," he said to her, but she didn't look away from her book. "Maybe we should try to make things easier on him."

"Maybe if you weren't such a prat," she said, dryly.

"Fine then. I guess you don't want to get along," he scoffed.

She turned her head to face him."Yes, I do, actually. Only it's hard to get along with someone who's always snogging."

"Why do you have such a problem with it? You snogged Viktor Krum!"

Hermione turned red. "Maybe, but at least Viktor was gentleman enough to do it private, not in the middle of the corridor, for all of Hogwarts to see. And at least snogging wasn't all we did. We had very interesting talks, me and Viktor."

"Talks. Yeah right. He was four years older than you, 'Mione! I'm not so sure talking's what he wanted from you."

"Ugh! The nerve of you Ron! Why must you be so rude! I'll have you know he was a very sensitive person."

Ron glared at her. "Sensitive!" he muttered, and he turned to face the fire again.

Hermione's face calmed, and she quietly said, "Well, me and Viktor, we were never meant to be more than friends."

Ron ignored her. She turned her body, to get comfortable, but felt something poking into her backside. She put her hand into the crevice and pulled out a small, plastic figurine of Viktor Krum, with the arm broken off.

"What is this?" she asked, trying not to laugh.

Ron turned around to look, and then started to lie. "I- I've never seen that before."

Hermione burst out into laughter. "Either this was a bad accident or-" she looked back at Ron, who had a look of terror on his face.

"Like I said-" Ron gulped, "I've never seen that before."

Hermione put the figure aside.

"You're a filthy hypocrite, Ron!" she said, "You complain because you think I snogged Viktor, which I never did, and here you are, eating Parvati's face all the time."

"You're the hypocrite!" he yelled back. "You're the one who talks about helping Harry, and-" he couldn't think of anything to say back.

"And you are only concerned with snogging!"

"You must be jealous! Because you don't have anyone to snog! You haven't had a relationship since fourth year- and you said yourself it was only friendly! Ha! And here I am! I've had two! Ha!"

"You're such an idiot, Ron!"

"Or maybe..."

"Maybe what?" she snapped.

"Maybe you're just holding out?"

"What the hell do you mean?"

"You holding out! For Harry! All you ever talk about is how we need to help Harry, how Harry has been working so hard on finding this horcrux!"

"Oh my gosh, Ron! You can't be serious!"

"And maybe that's why you told Ginny to 'give up' on Harry! Because you wanted him for yourself!"

"Oh, right Ron! You're totally correct! Now let me go make you a figurine of Harry so you can break his arm off!" she yelled sarcastically.

"G- wait! I told you I've never seen that ruddy thing before!"

She raised an eyebrow.

"And what if I do love Harry, hmm? Why should you be so mad about it?"

"Well, why are you so mad about me snogging Parvati?"

"Because we have better things to worry about!" she yelled.

She was in no way prepared for what happened next.

He grabbed her shoulders, yanked her foward and kissed her. It was an odd sort of sight, the way their lips were squished together, the way her eyes were wide open in shock, and the wierd little "pop!" that sounded off when he let go. His eyes were wide and he looked around with a "what have I done?" expression on his face.

"What the hell was that?" he asked, to noone in particular.

"I don't know what the fuss is all about- you're not that spectacular-" she said dryly, but he grabbed her again, and this time it was a full-on snog.

Harry was in a better mood- Lupin was visiting the castle, and Mcgonagall called Harry up to say hi. He even apologized to the first year boy for snapping at him. He was practically skipping down the hall. He was even pleased to see Parvati, who was just leaving detention with Snape. He and Parvati walked back to the Gryffindor common room together, chatting happily.

He gave the password to the Fat Lady- "Pixie legs" and stepped through the hole. At first, he and Parvati didn't see Ron or Hermione- he assumed they must have gone looking for him- but they heard some odd smacking and grunting coming from the sofa.

They could only see the back of the sofa, so he and Parvati glanced at each other, and then walked carefully to the sofa. They peered over the edge, and at first, all they could make out was a mess of red hair and brown frizziness. But when they looked closer, they realized that Ron was on top of Hermione, furiously snogging her.

Parvati put her hand on her mouth. Hermione stopped Ron, and they looked up at Harry and Parvati with guilty smiles on their faces.

"Harry! Parvati- uh, er, I can explain-" Ron began.

"What do you mean you can explain!" yelled Hermione. br />

"I mean, Parvati, it's not what it looks like!" Ron pleaded.

"Of course it's what it looks like, you prat!" retorted Hermione.

Harry turned around. He did not see this coming.

a/n So that was my story! Short, I know, but it was my first. Thanks to my sis, Calista Stone! Please leave a review and tell me how I did!

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