Author's Notes: I'm kind of surprised I even wrote this, considering that I am strongly against the idea of Ron and Hermione as a couple...Harry and Hermione forever!!!

Disclaimer: Ugh, I'm bad at writing disclaimer-type-thingys. As long as you all know that I'm not trying to take credit for creating Harry Potter and his friends, I think we're safe.

The Gryffindor common room was especially full tonight. The fourth years were excitedly chatting near the fire about a niffler demonstration they had seen this morning. A few feet away from them, the second years were happily commenting about the absence of transfiguration homework from McGonagall. Near the entrance of the common room, the third and seventh years were talking animatedly about the worst teachers in the school. Katie Bell was going into depth about Professor Trelawney's blunders as a teacher and Dennis Creevy and his friends were laughing at her comments.

All around the common room, students were enjoying their Friday nights one way or another. Only one red haired sixth year did not join in on the festivities of a new weekend. Pacing worriedly in the back of the common room was Ron Weasly. He was wringing his hands stressfully while wearing a rut in the stone floors with his pacing.

"How am I going to tell Hermione what I did?" Ron asked himself. "Why did I do it? Stupid, stupid, stupid," Ron yelled at himself with each step he took. "Hermione will kill me when she finds out, then she'll tell Dumbledore who will expel me, then he'll tell my mom who will bury me in the backyard! Ginny and my brothers will have a hell of a time digging me out."

Ron continued to grumble and yell at himself. "It had seemed like such a good idea two weeks ago!"

-------------Flashback-------------

Ron sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. He silently poked at his uneaten breakfast, debating with himself. Reaching into his robes, Ron felt the cool glass of a small vial in his hands. The contents of the vial, if he used them, would probably change his life forever. He would find happiness. All he had to do was pour the love potion into Hermione's goblet of pumpkin juice. He looked at his watch. Three minutes until owl post, and three minutes to decide.

He sighed at looked at Hermione who was reading a book propped open against the jug of pumpkin juice. Her beautiful brown eyes were scanning the text carefully, unaware that Ron was completely focused on her. Ron's heart began to race as he imagined what it would be like to have those wonderful brown eyes stare deep into his own blue ones, to have her soft hands in his own, and her tender lips pressed against his. His heart beat furiously at the thought of kissing her, and having her tongue explore the inside of his mouth...

"RON!"

Ron shook his head and fell out of his trance. Hermione was giving him the strangest look, and Ron squirmed uncomfortably in his seat.

"Are you okay, Ron? You look so pale, and you haven't even touched your breakfast."

"I'm okay Hermione."

"Are you sure Ron?" Harry asked from beside her. "You haven't been sleeping a lot lately."

Ron turned back to his breakfast, feeling that his ears were turning red. He sensed Hermione's gaze on him and looked up to see concern in her eyes.

"Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey. I just saw her last night for some cold medicine," she told him.

Ron shook his head. "I'm just a little tired. It's Friday Hermione. I'll make it through classes and sleep tonight. Don't worry so much."

Hermione nodded, but the worry never left her eyes. That was another thing he loved about Hermione. She cared so much about him.

Ron took a deep breath, and decided, "I'll do it. I'll give her the potion." He checked his watch and looked up at the enchanted ceiling. Two seconds later, the owls arrived carrying packages and letters for their owners. Hermione took no notice until she heard a loud screeching from above. Every student looked at the owls in the sky, even the students who weren't expecting packages.

Pig was flying haphazardly in the air, bouncing crazily against any owl that was near him. Tied to his legs was a package that was at least three times as big as he was, and probably just as heavy. Ron had tied the package to him this morning, with instructions to bring it to him later. Pig would cause the perfect distraction.

With everyone's attention on the chaos above, Ron discreetly poured the colorless liquid of the vial into Hermione's goblet of pumpkin juice. He stood up, called for Pig to come to him, and caught his exhausted owl.

Ron excused himself by saying that maybe he should go to the Hospital Wing after all. He ran out of the Great Hall, shocked by what he just did.

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"Why did I do it? The last two weeks have been a sham," Ron thought, mentally kicking himself.

The common room door suddenly swung open, and Hermione stepped in. She scanned the room and found Ron by himself in the corner. As she made her way over to him, their eyes locked and Ron found himself thinking about the day he first asked her out.

-------------Flashback-------------

"Ron, what are you doing?" Hermione asked as Ron pushed her into an empty classroom. It was after dinner on the same day he had put the potion into Hermione's goblet. Harry was in the Hospital Wing that night. Apparently, his dinner didn't agree with him. He kept stuttering and his face was flushed all night. Ron and Hermione had both suggested that he go to the Hospital Wing.

Alone, Ron and Hermione had walked back to their common room. Suddenly, Hermione found herself being forced into a classroom.

"What are you doing?" she asked Ron again. He finally responded and sat her on the teacher's desk and took a seat beside her.

"I just wanted to talk."

"Okay, but why did we have to go into a classroom to talk?"

Ron sighed. He looked at her, and she looked back. Ron could feel the color rushing to his face. The sound of his pounding heart was so loud that he would be shocked if Hermione couldn't hear it.

"I-I-I...think I like you. I want to be your boyfriend, and I wanted to know how you feel."

Hermione said nothing. She looked at him with a blank expression while Ron held his breath. The potion he had given her was called amare memoria. It worked by giving the drinker false memories of liking the person whose hair had been put in the potion (in this case, Ron's). It didn't cause the drinker to be in a frenzy over the potion brewer, like most love potions. This one was more subtle, maybe even too subtle. From Hermione's expression, the potion didn't seem to have worked.

"Oh no," Ron thought. I brewed it wrong. It doesn't work, and I've just made a fool of myself. Even worse, what if I brewed it wrong and it makes Hermione NEVER fall in love with me!"

His fears were alleviated in the next second. Hermione had shifted closer to him, and she nudged his hand with her own. Ron intertwined his fingers with her, and looked at her.

Hermione smiled and said, "I like you too, Ron. I think I always have, but I never realized it until this year," she whispered shyly. A pink blush began to cover her face, and she looked away, smiling.

"So, you'll be my girlfriend?"

Her reaction caught him completely off guard. Hermione leaned in and kissed him. It was a quick kiss, and when she pulled away she had a look of shock from her own daring. She immediately blushed, as did Ron, but they both leaned in for another kiss. It was slower, longer, and had more depth than the first. Hermione pulled away first. Her face was flushed, and she was breathing a little harder.

"Yes, Ron. I'll be your girlfriend."

-----------End-Flashback-----------

The memory of his first kiss still made his heart flutter, but the sight of Hermione as she walked toward him now was making his heart sink.
Ok, that's all for now. Thanks for reading. I'll probably wrap up this short fic in one more chapter. Tell me what you all think!