"There you are," Harry smiled, stepping into the living room of the Burrow. "I knew that I'd find you reading a book. What're you reading? Ron's looking for you, by the way. He said that it's very urgent and he needs you right away...I mean, to talk to you. He needs to talk to you right away."
Hermione snapped her book shut and tucked it into her bag. Standing up, she stooped down to pick up her other textbooks, not looking at Harry.
"Why does he want to talk to me? I thought that he was mad at me for trying to help him study for that Transfiguration test tomorrow."
Harry raised an eyebrow; this was the first time he heard about Ron being angry with Hermione. Sure, they argued 24/7, but Ron was always pleading Hermione, who was the smartest witch to ever attend Hogwarts, to help him with his homework. Why would he be mad at her for doing what he asked her to do? "I'm not sure, he just told me to go and get you."
"Ah, so you're just his personal owl, then, are you?" Hermione smirked. "Where is he?"
"In his bedroom."
After dropping her bag into the room she shared with Ginny, Hermione scurried down the long, dark hallway that led to Ron's room. She couldn't help but feel excited, yet a bit confused. Why did Ron want to speak to her?
Before she could change her mind and let her nerves get the better of her, Hermione found herself standing right in front of Ron's door. Heart beating fast and sweat dripping down her forehead, Hermione gave a light push on the door. It opened easily.
"Ron?" she whispered. "Where are-" she was cut off as rough hands covered her mouth to stifle her shriek and dragged her into the large, wooden closet.

Hermione woke on the floor. She was not in the living room, and she wasn't in the bedroom. She was in Ronald Weasley's wardrobe. Ron was in there with her, stroking the hair off her face and looking down at her with big, blue, concerned-filled eyes.
"Ron?" she whispered, trying to sit up, but afraid of hitting her head on the top of the wardrobe. Thankfully, the wardrobe was twice the size needed to fit both of them in there. "Why...why are we in your closet? Harry told me-" she was cut off once again by Ron pressing his lips against hers.
It was a soft, gentle kiss, yet it still took her completely by surprise. She had never even thought of kissing Ron, or Ron kissing her up until then. A million thoughts were spinning around in both of their minds: What am I supposed to do? Is he/she enjoying it? What if Ginny opens the door to try and find her blue blouse? Or worse, Harry?
Ron slowly pulled away before Hermione even had the chance to completely register what just happened. Her best friend had just kissed her?! And left her wanting more?! She had never had cause to think of how perfectly their lips would fit together. She didn't even realize that it was her first kiss before Ron began caressing her cheek with the back of his hand.
"What...what happened?" Hermione sputtered weakly.
Ron gulped. Oh no, he thought. She didn't like it. The disappointment must have shown on his face, because Hermione quickly said, "Not that I didn't...enjoy it..."
"I did too."
They stood there awkwardly for several minutes before Hermione finally stood up tiptoed and gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek, muttered, "I'd like to help you with your homework more often," and ran out the door, letting it bang behind her.
"Yeah," Ron whispered to himself, astonished. "She should help me with homework more often."

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