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ok so this is my first fan fiction ever, so I hope you enjoy it!

disclaimer: the beautiful, and brilliant J.K. Rowling

Hermione looked up from her Ancient Runes textbook, and examined the common room. There were only five people in there. She was working at a table in the far corner, under the window. Ron was in a big red armchair in another corner of the room with Lavender in his lap, looking as though they were connected, and Ginny and Harry were talking on the sofa in front of the fire. As her eyes passed over Ron, she frowned a little. Ever since last week, Ron had been particularly cold towards her. She remember when he started because it was the night Ginny had told her that Ron and Harry had caught her and Dean kissing in an empty corridor. Ever since then Ron hadn't been his self with Hermione-and she couldn't figure out why! What had she done? Though as she looked at him, she realized how good looking Ron had gotten over the summer. His red hair had become softer, but his blue eyes stayed the same piercing blue eyes she had known ever since their first year. Hermione snapped back into life.

What are you talking about? she said in her mind. This is RON we are talking about! You know the Ron that you constantly bicker with? The one who wouldn't speak to you for weeks when he thought Crookshanks had eaten Scabbers? The one who made fun of Crookshanksand had said he wasugly?Hermione looked over at Crookshanks who was looking very comfortable on Ginny's lap. Actually, Crookshanks was a bit ugly. His face looked like he had ran straight into a brick wall. Hermione shook her head. She refused to agree with Ron.

She watched as Lavender finally drew away, giving Ron one more good night kiss, and walking straight up to her dorm room, looking very happy with herself.

When Lavender had finally left, Hermione decided to get up and ask Ron herself why he had been acting so differently. She pushed herself out of her chair as Ron reached for a Quittach magazine, and strode across the room, her eyes fixed on Ron.

"Hi Ron," she said happily.

Ron grunted in reply, not looking up from his magazine.

"Whatcha reading?" she asked.

Ron showed her the cover, and continued reading.

"Ron! What's the matter with you?"

This time Ron spoke. "What do you mean?"

"Well," she replied, "You have been avoiding me for days, picking fights with me more then usual, and you avoid my eyes at mealtimes."

"I don't know what your talking about." Ron grumbled.

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about. Besides no one in this common room enjoys seeing you and Lavender practically on top of each other! You are a prefect Ron! A prefect! And last time I checked, so am I. So that means I can take you and Lavenders public display of affection into my own matters and force you to, to, to take your little sessions in a more private area."

"Your just jealous." said Ron, as though he had nothing else to say.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of someone who goes out with somebody else, just to get back at his sister? You're the one jealous! You just cant take the fact that your sister, and two best friends are more experienced then you!

Ron snorted. "Uh huh, and who exactly made you so experienced?"

Hermione started at him. "Well in case you haven't noticed, I wasn't exactly dateless at the Yule Ball.

Ron quickly looked up form his magazine. A little too quickly, Hermione thought. But she put it out of her mind. She was too busy with Ron's expression. What was it? Anger? Jealousy?

"You kissed Victor Krum?" Ron said hoarsely.

"Well, as a matter of fact, yes, yes I did. And why would that matter to you? You don't see me acting all strange when I see you and Lavender togeth-." But she was interrupted by Ron, who had grabbed her waist, and pressed her softly against the wall. Their lips were centimeters apart, and their bodies were making contact everywhere. Over on the couch Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny, and they both fell silent to watch.

"Ron! what are you doing?" Hermione chocked.

Ron started at her for a while, looking deep into her eyes. Finally he said

"Nothing, you've got something in your hair."

He reached up and took something out, and shook it to the ground. Hermione could fell chills going up and down her spine, and her legs felt like jello. She watched sadly as Ron grabbed his magazine, and walked slowly up to his dormitory with his head down, looking slightly punch-drunk. Hermione longed to go after him, but quickly dismissed the thought, and went back to her homework.

After she finished, Hermione went upstairs into her dormitory and had trouble falling asleep. She kept playing the scene over and over again in her head. Finally she rolled over and fell asleep with one last thought of what would have happen if Ron had kissed her.

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