Hello all! I'm working on the next chapter for But Never Forgotten, but I couldn't get rid of this idea and had to start. This will be a series of one shots from different characters; POV's as they encounter different displays of Ron and Hermione's affection. It's T, but there is some kinda mature content. Nothing too serious though. I thought I'd start with Harry, well, because he's Harry:) I hope you like it! Review please!

I'm not JK Rowling. If I was, I wouldn't be waitressing to make money for university:)

Harry Potter sat at the desk in his small bedroom, staring at some paperwork for his auror application. It was late in the evening, he was getting sleepy, and he wanted to finish it before he went to bed. He realized with frustration that he had read the same line at least four times and still hadn't comprehended it. He sat back in his chair, running his hands through his messy hair and over his face, sighing with exasperation.

His two best friends were fighting. That was nothing new, Ron and Hermione always fought. But ever since the three of them had moved from the Burrow to their own flat in Diagon Alley a month after the war ended, the fighting turned from subtle hissing arguments to full blown screaming matches. It was as if the only reason they ever held it in before was because the rest of Ron's family would hear them.

Apparently they didn't care if Harry heard.

"You are a complete chauvinistic prat, Ronald! Just because I have a friend that is a boy, that isn't you or Harry or Neville does not mean I'm cheating on you! It doesn't even mean I have feelings for him!"

From what Harry had gathered, Hermione had been writing to a young man about a possible internship at the ministry. She had since then decided to go back to school, but apparently still owled the young man from time to time. Harry was trying to block out their row, but he couldn't help but half way pay attention. What was the name of the boy in question again?

"Oh, so Eddie, is just your friend?" Harry heard Ron retort. "Then why is he sending you all of these damn owls, huh? What's so important for you two to talk about?"

Oh right- Edmund. Harry rolled his eyes and looked back to his paper work. He considered casting a silencing charm, but figured he might as well keep tabs on the fight, so he could intervene if it got too out of hand.

"His name is Edmund thank you very much, Ronald!" Hermione shrieked. "Why can't you just trust me? I'm not like Lav Lav, you know! I am capable of looking a man and not jumping his bones just because he has a- a-"

Harry could just picture Hermione turning red. For once in the argument, he was actually amused. He loved Hermione's innocence.

"A what, Hermione?" Ron laughed coldly.

"UGGHHHH!"

Harry heard Hermione march to her bedroom and slam the door.

Ron muttered something about "crazy" and "barking mad" before Harry heard his door slam as well.

Harry smiled slightly... silence. And he knew he didn't have to run interference now. If he had learned one thing, it was to stay out of it from the point in which they stop shouting. That way, he didn't have to take a side. Now that Ron and Hermione were dating -which was still hard to get used to- they fought even more. He was starting to think they liked fighting.

But that could be because they liked making up.

Gross.

And Harry had noticed that after fighting, sometimes they became extremely... affectionate.

Like it turned them on or something.

Once again, Gross.

Harry turned back to his application, dipping his quill in his ink pot.

He heard a bang and realized with dismay that Hermione must have thrown open her bedroom door. Apparently she wasn't finished yelling at Ron. He could hear her feet pounding across the hardwood kitchen floor, towards the side of the little flat where the doors to Ron and Harry's rooms were located.

She threw open Ron's door and then slammed it.

Harry plugged his ears and read the next question, He wasn't in the mood to hear another Hermione lecture.

What are the three qualities that you believe are the most essential for an auror to possess?

Bravery.. Harry scrawled

Logic.. He added

He thought hard... he need to come up with something original. Everyone probably put down those two! He wanted to kick himself.

He was interrupted from his self-lecturing by noises coming through the thin walls between his and Ron's bedroom.

Noises like heavy breathing... and moaning.

Harry fought the urge to projectile vomit all over his nearly completed application.

He grabbed for his wand, planning to cast a silencing charm, but in his frantic haste, he knocked it off the desk and it rolled under his bed.

He crouched down in the tiny crevice between his desk and bed, and thrust his arm beneath the it, groping desperately for his wand. Who made rooms this tiny anyway?... Where was his blasted wand?

The sounds grew louder. Hermione was practically screaming.

Harry nearly gagged.

Giving up on his fruitless efforts to find his wand, Harry stood, bumping his head hard on his desk. Swearing under his breath, he leaned over his desk and banged, hard, three times on the wall separating his room from Ron's.

"HOW ABOUT A SILENCING CHARM, GITS?" He shouted.

The sounds stopped abruptly.

"Sod, off Potter!" He heard Ron shout.

"Oh, honestly, Ronald." Harry heard Hermione hiss. Then, footsteps.

Hermione opened his door a moment later, her face flaming and hair disheveled. She had wrapped a black cardigan around herself. It reached mid-thigh, but Harry could see that she was wearing nothing beneath it besides her knickers and bra. He nearly laughed, taking in her panicked expression. She was obviously mortified because this was the first time Harry had ever had any direct indication that she and Ron were... intimate... in that way.

Besides common sense.

Honestly, he had known they were doing...that... since a few weeks after the war. It was obvious.

Apparently Hermione didn't know that it was.

She came and sat beside him on his bed.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, Harry." She muttered.

"Hermione- It's really-"

He was cut off by Ron, who appeared in the doorway, and leaned against it, crossing his arms. He was wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, and looked annoyed.

"Couldn't have casted one yourself, huh Harry?"

"My wand rolled under the bed, and considering Hermione was about to wake up half of Diagon Alley, I figured that shouting was the most efficient way to solve the problem." Harry said, barely keeping a strait face.

Hermione's blushed even more brilliantly, if that was possible.

Ron smirked.

Harry couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing.

Ron began to laugh too, and Hermione weakly mumbled "It's not- It's not funny, you two." Before she too melted into hysterical giggles.

They laughed until their stomachs hurt, and they were wiping tears from their eyes.

"But honestly," Harry said, hiccuping back to normalcy "Why on earth are you owling that Edmund guy, huh?" He couldn't help it. Hermione was his sister, and he was protective. What if this guy wanted to take advantage of her?

"Oh, Harry, not you too." She smiled. "I've just been giving him some advice lately. He's been having a little bit of trouble with his boyfriend."

"His boyfriend?" Ron asked.

It was Hermione's turn to smirk.

"I told you, Ron. You just need to trust me."

"Fine. Er. Yeah, alright. I'm sorry, Love." Ron said sheepishly.

"I forgive you." Hermione smiled.

"Alright, enough." Harry announced. "Get out of my room, you two. Do you know how disturbing it is to be sitting here with my two best friends, who are both half naked and kinda sweaty? It's revolting. Get out." He laughed.

Hermione got up, leaned over, and kissed his forehead, before walking to the door, taking Ron's hand and leading him away.

Harry smiled. Although was a little (or a lot) awkward at times, he was so happy that Ron and Hermione had found each other at last. He got on the floor and dug his wand from under the bed.

Thinking of his two best friends, he sat down to finish his application. The last word for his list sprang to his mind.

Passion... he scribbled, mentally thanking his two friends, even though they had just scarred him for life.

He looked at the word on the page, and picked up his wand, performing a silencing charm.

He would leave it in place for the night, just in case.