"Honestly Ron! How much greater of a prat can you be?"

Hermione's anguished shriek was heard by Harry, who was sitting in his dormitory, attempting to finish a History of Magic essay. Although he had previously been amused by his friend's flirtatious loathing for one another, it was becoming tiresome.

Rolling his eyes, Harry heaved himself off of the floor, dropped his quill onto the book at his feet, and started towards the door.

On his way down the stairs, he could hear Ron's muffled retort, and wondered what the fight was about this time. Usually Ron brought up "Vicky", which roused Hermione, or Hermione mentioned Lavender Brown, whom Ron had only recently broken up with.

When Harry pushed open the door to the common room, it creaked loudly, as if to let the entire room know that he was entering. Cursing inwardly, Harry knew that there was no point in hiding at the bottom of the stairs. He walked in, bracing himself for what was to come, but the sight that met him was one of the most unexpected that he had ever hoped to see.

It was not apparent at first what had happened, as Harry only saw one person, but, after a moment of gazing forward, a shock wave erupted inside of him, making his head tingle.

Standing in front of him, locked in a tight embrace with each other, was Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasly. Ron was squeezing Hermione very tightly, and Hermione's fingers were running through Ron's hair. Every few moment's they would break apart for a nano second, and take a deep breath before their lips met again.

As Harry watched, to stunned to move, Hermione lost her balance and stumbled into Ron, who took several steps backward before falling onto the chair behind him. Neither of them, however, made any attempt to right themselves, only, if it was possible, used it as an opportunity to deepen their kiss.

Once Harry was able to settle his rippling thoughts enough to process what was going on, it came to him that this kiss was very passionate. Too passionate, it seemed, for a couple that had never kissed before. They were snogging, to an extreme. They had hated each other moments before!

But had they? Harry realized that this was probably not the first time they had kissed. However revolting the thought might be, Harry knew, without a doubt, that it was true. Sighing, he realized that he should have known months before, when Ron had become especially obedient when Hermione was concerned, or when Hermione let Ron copy out of her notes again.

Now, however, there was the issue of whether or not to interrupt them. Although Harry did not want to spoil anything, he felt as though it was his moral duty. Just as Harry made a move towards the thrashing couple in the chair, Hermione gently broke their lips apart. Ron looked startled, but Hermione's face held only joy.

"I am deeply, and thoroughly in love with you, Ron. I have wanted to kiss you since the second year. I adore you, my Ronald."

At this, Hermione smiled blissfully at Ron, and Ron's face glowed with pleasure.

"Hermione, I swear my undying love for you. No matter what I have ever said or done, my love for you is total. You bring me happiness, and fulfillment. I love you, 'Mione mine."

At this point, Harry felt it would be inappropriate to intervene, and he turned slowly around to go back upstairs. He had not taken two steps, however, when he heard Hermione's voice from behind him.

"Harry!" her voice was unusually shrill.

Harry turned, and saw that Ron was looking up at him with something very like fear etched onto his face. Hermione's face, however, still looked immaculately happy, as though a beam of pure, golden light had struck it. Her bushy hair was mussed from Ron's hands playing with it obsessively, and her uniform shirt had become un-tucked from her skirt, which was slightly askew. Harry wondered darkly to himself whether or not this was an accident. Harry was about to speak, which the second most unexpected thing happened. Hermione's eyes brightened suddenly, and she pulled Ron forcefully into a standing position, put her hands around his neck, took a fleeting sideways glance at Harry, and kissed Ron forcefully and passionately on the lips, running her finers through his auburn locks once more. Ron, who looked nearly as surprised as Harry, welcomed it, and responded with lips as eager as hers. He picked her up, and carried over to a couch, where he set her down in his lap, and clutched her tightly in a loving embrace.

Harry sighed, and realized that he was going to accomplish nothing while they were in this mood. He turned and, without another word to either of his friends, walked back up to his dormitory.

X*X*X*X

About an hour later, Harry had still written nothing on the parchment which was supposed to have his History of Magic report on it. When Ron trumped up the stairs noisily, Harry quickly turned back to his book and pretended not to hear him. If Ron wanted to tell Harry what was going on, then he would have to confide in Harry on his own.

Ron stumbled through the dormitory door, nearly tripping over the bedpost. When he had reached his bed, the one next to Harry's, he fell onto it with a sigh that was entirely happy.

Harry looked up from the carpeted floor of the dormitory to study his best friends face. It was almost luminescent – it was an identical to the look Hermione's face when she had seen Harry in the common room.

Several minutes passed before Ron spoke.

"Wow, mate."

Harry barely managed to contain a snort of laughter.

"So, I see you and Hermione are together."

Harry's tone was coated in sarcasm, but Ron seemed to be in another world altogether, and did not notice.

"Yeah, I, I suppose we are."

Harry wondered how fascinating and pleasing the ceiling over Ron's bed could be to make Ron beam and stare at it so continuously; but Harry did not comment.

"So, did you ask her out?"

"No, I didn't. Should I have?"

Finally, Ron sat up, with a worried look suddenly plastered on his face. He seemed to be waiting for an answer.

"No, you're friends. You see each other all the time. You can ask her later."

This pacified Ron, who fell back onto his bed again.

X*X*X*X

At half-past-eleven, Dean and Seamus came into the dorm, both looking exhausted, but not displeased. They put on their nightclothes, and pulled back their sheets. This was when Seamus noticed Ron, who had not moved from his bed.

"Ron, you OK, mate? Anything wrong?"

It was Harry who answered for him.

"No, Seamus, he's just been snogging Hermione, that's all."

Dean snickered, and Seamus grinned.

"Finally! How was it?"

Ron looked up, bewildered.

"How was it? Unbelievable, is what it was!"

Harry erupted into laughter. He fell onto his stomach, beating the rug with his fists. Dean and Seamus followed suit.

Ron looked thoroughly confused, but did not seem to want to know what they were laughing at. Instead, with a dazed grin at his friends, who were crying with pleasure at the foot of his bed, he pulled his bed hangings shut, and Harry could hear Ron's peaceful snores only minutes later.