Unexpected Harmony
"Hurry, hurry! We haven't got all day; Ron will be looking for us soon. Quickly!" Harry urged, and almost treading on Hermione's heels as they went up the stairs.
"We should have used my dormitory; there would be no chance that he'd walk in and spoil the surprise there."
"But I can't get up the stairs to the girls dormitory, knucklehead." Harry said, and Hermione giggled.
Hermione entered the room and surveyed it with mock distaste. "Boys," she muttered and flopped onto the nearest bed. "Is this one yours?"
"It's not that bad!" Harry protested. "Ron actually picked up his socks today. Yeah, that's my bed. And you better be nicer to me or I'll have to…" And with that he tackled Hermione and tickled her until she was gasping.
He rolled on top and pinned her. To Hermione, this instant was frozen in her memory. His body arched over hers dominant and protective, yet it was a strangely intimate position. He followed through and buried his face in the curls near her neck behind her ear. His laughter-filled voice panted in her ear, "Come on, or we'll never be ready." For a moment she was at a loss for what he meant, and then her too-quick brain provided the answer. Ron's party. But Hermione felt a sudden surge of annoyance at Ron, and his intrusive party. She sat up and brushed her hair over her shoulder with one hand, and caught hold of Harry's arm for balance with the other. He slid the arm that she was holding around her back to help her sit up. They were caught up together, so close their hearts could feel the other pounding. Harry lowered his head and Hermione lifted her chin, their lips brushed, and their noses touched.
Then the moment was over and they parted with flushed faces and shy smiles. They slid off the bed on opposite sides and planned Ron's surprise party like their lives depended on it, once in awhile sneaking a smile at the other when they weren't looking. It was a moment neither of them would ever forget.