The Great Hall.

Thinking to find Ron and Hermione, Harry went to the most likely place to find his ever hungry friend - the Great Hall.

On the way, he couldn't help but think about what just happened between him and Pansy - Harry would never have thought that his first time would have been with her... but he could've picked worse, he thought.

Doing his best to prevent the returning hard-on that had to be coming, Harry scanned the Gryffindor table for his friends - he was mildly shocked at not being able to find them.

"Bugger," Harry swore to himself. Turning around, he almost walked right into Ron!

"Hey, watch it Harry," Ron exclaimed, stepping back.

"Sorry, Ron... where's Hermione," Harry asked, looking around him for any sign of her. Ron just sighed and indicated that she was still in the library.

"We... had another fight, mate. Can you go talk to her, for me?"

Patting Ron on the shoulder, you went off to the library to, hopefully, calm Hermione down and have everyone be friends again.

Walking through the deserted hallways, Harry finally came across the darkend library - various candles were lit for older students up late studying, and it was towards the back of the library that Harry found Hermione glaring down at a impressively large tome.

"Hey, Hermione," said Harry, sitting down next to her. She jumped a little, apparently unaware of him until then. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she answered, abruptly. "Ronald's just being a prat again... as usual."

"What happened?"

She looked up at him, looking upset. "He - he accused me of... teasing him for years, and then...! Then he had to gall to ask when I was going to start dating him!"

Harry sighed, knowing this would be a hard conversation. "Hermione... you know how Ron gets around women he thinks are pretty..."

But she laughed, humorlessly, "Oh Harry, I'm not pretty. And that's no excuse for what he said!"

"Maybe not," Harry conceeded. "But you are beautiful, 'Mione. Even I can see that - you were pretty when you looked sixteen, but now, you're... stunning."

She looked back down at her book, a light blush redding her face. Harry could make out a small smile as she whispered, "Thank you..."