AN: Hi everyone! this is my second ever fan fiction, and is about Ron & Hermione.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I dont own Harry Potter
"I missed you", breathed Ron Weasley into Hermione Granger's neck.
She threw back her head and laughed.
"I practically lived at your house all summer y'know"
"Really? Where the bloody hell where you hiding?
Chuckling at this own humor, Ron began to ascend the staircase to the boy's dormitory.
"Aww", he moaned, "I miss you already"
He mock swooned, placing a hand over his heart. Hermione couldn't help but notice his hair gleam in the candlelight. Laughing, she ran up the stairs to his waiting arms.
"You know", he said huskily, "everyone else is still at the feast"
"So?", Hermione shrugged. Ron tugged on one of her brown curls lightly with his finger.
"So the dorm is empty", he whispered, suddenly pulling her hard against him. Hermione gasped at the warmth of his fingers as he rubbed the small of her back.
She reached forward nibble his ear as he gathered her up and carried her to his bed. Hermione gazed at his face, framed by the red velvet curtains and smiled.
"You're sure you're ready?" he asked, looking uncharacteristically concerned.
"I love you", she murmured.
Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room, looking over her history of magic notes. Two months into her seventh year at Hogwarts, teachers were pushing them harder than ever, and what with studying and her Head Girl duties, she was exhausted.
She took a moment to reflect on when she had received the head girl badge in the mail; her parents had been so thrilled! She was jolted out of her reverie by a group of eight graders making a cushion emit rude sounds, squealing and laughing.
"Don't you have something better to be doing?", she snapped at them. They scampered away still snorting with laughter. Hermione giggled: yelling at eight graders was something that Ron would do. Speaking of Ron, she wondered aloud, where was he? It was long past eleven. He'd been arriving later and later these days, and when he did finally come to see her he was quiet, as if weighed down by an invisible burden, or some type of terrible guilt.
Sighing, she shuffled her papers once more before giving up and rolling them into scrolls. Behind her, with a creak, the portrait hole opened and Ron clambered into sight.
"Ron!", she called out, rushing up to him and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He looked completely dejected.
"Ron?" she asked, puzzled, extricating herself from his half-hearted embrace.
"Hermione. .I"
She stared at him. Storm clouds seemed to form in his eyes, turning their piercing blue into a murky, gloomy gray.
"I..", he struggled.
"Ron, please! What's wrong?" She pleaded, touching her hand to his clammy cheek.
"Hermione, I. . I've slept with someone else", he finally blurted out, his face contorted with pain.
Hermione backed away in horror.
AN: did you like it? I've got two more chapters ready if anyone wants to review :)