I thought since everyone liked "Tonight is for us" so much that I'd write a companion. This takes place at the same time, but Hermione is thinking this as she writes in her journal, as Ron observes in the other.

Rating for the one and only swear word.

Disclaimer: The fabulous JK owns it all.

One perfect kiss.

That boy drives me up the wall sometimes. I don't understand how one person could make me feel such a huge range of emotions, from wanting to hit him over the head with a shovel, to wanting to ...

Well...

Anyway. It drives me mad. Just because I have, well, feelings for him , it doesn't mean he should be able to get me so worked up!

I'm sure he does it on purpose. But then I note the distant look in his eye or that confused look he sometimes gives me and I wonder...

Boys are so... heck, it makes me angry just thinking about it! Why couldn't they just be normal? As in, why can't they just understand, rather than making us girls have to explain it to them? Why can't they just have that understanding of us that we manage to have of them?

I hate fucking boys!

...

I mean... that came out wrong... (Blushes profusely)

But then, they can do nice things as well sometimes. Like when RONALD decides that he'll get me some toast because I have just sat down and forgotten to get it myself. Or when he saves me a seat in class or walks me to the common room because he thinks I'll be lonely.

Or like right now, when he sits with me even though everyone else is heading to bed and I'm sure he'd like to be off that way too.

Actually, he just stood up.

How annoying. Ignore what I just wrote about him kindly sticking around.

Grr. I just looked up at him and I'm sure my eyes were pleading him not to leave.

Oh. He wasn't leaving. He was just sitting on my couch. I smiled at him. I couldn't help it. I'm glad he doesn't know what I'm thinking. I wouldn't want his head to swell anymore.

Oh alright. I don't really think that of him. He's as humble as humble pie. And he's looking decidedly lovely in the firelight.

So I fancy him. So sue me.

And he has this look in his eyes that is making my stomach twist in knots and all I can think about is how good he smells and how I have liked him for soo long and how all I want right now is to take his head in my hands and give him a good kissing to.

No. Bad thoughts Hermione. I quickly put my "I'm working" face on.

But I can feel his eyes on me and I look up, At which point he looks down.

Two can play at that game.

I continue to watch him until he looks back up. I just realized I'm smiling. Because I l... I lo...

God, I can't even admit it to myself. I look back down at my work.

But then he shifts slightly towards me. And as I look back at him, I see his eyes are on screen-saver mode, as the Muggle saying goes, and that he's thinking. And I am overcome with a profound realization.

I do love him. I love him so much.

He realizes that I am looking at him. I measure him up, trying to decide if it would really be so bad if I kissed him – if such a thing would ruin our friendship.

It's not that hard to decide.

"Hermione, I..." he begins, but I shake my head, stopping his words with one finger and replacing them with my lips.

And suddenly I'm lost. Lost spinning in a moment of passion that is the realization of years of dreams and half formed wishes.

I'm in love with my best friend, and it's because of who he is, because of who I am when I'm with him, that makes me so amazingly attracted to him.

I pull back from him, and I smile, and he smiles too.

Relief washes through me as he comes back for more.

Perhaps I didn't destroy the friendship after all.

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Lawwwren xo.