Ron and Hermione were sitting in the kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Harry was at on one of his reconnaissance trips to the Ministry of Magic to see if he could find out anything new. Ron was looking over the plans that they had begun to make on how to break in so that they could retrieve the locket Horcrux from Umbridge. Hermione was reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard that she had been left by Dumbledore.
"Ron," Hermione said, pausing her reading.
"Yeah?" Ron asked, still scouring the plans.
"Do you remember when Hagrid had Harry approach Buckbeak the first time? And I was scared that Harry would get his hand bitten off?
Ron looked up from the blueprints.
"Yeah. And you grabbed my hand," Ron said, smiling.
"Yeah. That was when I first realized I had feelings for you" Hermione said, also smiling. "But did you feel anything?"
"What?"
"Did you feel anything? You know. Was there a spark or anything?" Hermione asked.
Ron stared into space for a few minutes, thinking.
"Yeah, I did. I just didn't understand. Or I didn't want to. But, yeah," Ron said, smiling reminiscently.
Hermione smiled wider and went back to reading and translating. Ron bent over the plans again and continued to search for ways to improve their break-in.