A/N: I came to realization that maybe I should get a beta. I revised this fic because as I read it again, I began to notice all the grammatical mistakes and the lack of flow in the plot of the story. Does anyone want to be my beta?

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and more would be highly appreciated. Also, some of those who reviewed first didn't leave an email and didn't sign into an account. So I have no where to send the second part of the story.

I hope this one will be much more enjoyable.

Hermione walked into the Charms classroom and immediately made her way to the front. She withdrew her book and supplies from her book bag and set them neatly on her side of the desk that she shared with Ron and took her seat. Ron was her partner in Charms and though at times his lack for concern on the subject aggravated her nerves, she found his inquiries due to not paying attention much to her liking. In a sense, needed her and Hermione liked to feel needed.

While Hermione was occupied with her tasks, she failed to notice a folded sheet of paper that flew through the classroom and land on the opposite side of the desk. She also failed to notice the flash of ginger hair that immediately left after the note was delivered.

Hermione began to fidget in boredom and noticed the folded note on the other side of the table. On the parchment her name was scrawled in the all too familiar and surprisingly neat scrawl that belonged to a certain red- haired, blue- eyed boy that had a hold on her heart much to his oblivion, Hermione thought with disappointment. Her interest was immediately peaked.

She reached over and grasped the note in her hand and began to unfold the piece of parchment. Upon completion of her task, she immediately began to read:

20 Reasons why Hermione Granger should date Ronald Weasley

Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked around to see if it was some kind of joke. No way would Ron have written this, he barely acknowledged she was a girl after all.

The letter continued.

Dear Hermione,

Below are 20 highly persuasive reasons you should date me. Hermione cringed at the grammatical error and immediately picked up her pen to correct the mistake.

It now read: Below are 20 highly relative reasons on why you should date me. "On why" was written under the line with an arrow pointing into the space between the words "reasons" and "you."

1. I'm ginger and your favorite color is red Hermione, close enough. Lucky for you my hair is red, my temper runs red, I burn instead of tan, and I blush whenever I'm around you. You always make me flush with embarrassment and maybe arousal (just a little I swear, I don't always think about you inappropriately) whenever I'm around you. You enjoy getting me flared up and know I live up to my hair color. Admit it 'Moine you love gingers, well one in particular I hope. I don't want to be competing against my bloody lot and all, plus Bill and Percy are married and Charlie is gay. Don't even think about George, I'll blow his other ear off.

2. You find my ignorance endearing.

Hermione laughed, my thoughts exactly Hermione thought to herself.

You like correcting me and boasting your knowledge. Don't worry 'Mione, I don't find it arrogant, I find it endearing and annoying. Hermione isked at that.

However, I like knowing I can always come to you. I know it may seem like I don't bloody listen or call you a crazy woman, but I do like knowing you're there. Your uncanny ability to never be wrong gives me a sense of comfort and you a sense of pride. I'm perfect for you. Hermione knew Ron was carrying his lopsided grin as he wrote the last part. You're my best friend "Mione. I need you.

3. My family already considers you one of us. You might as well be officially. You come over every holiday and dad loves the fact that you're a muggle. He wants muggle grand children so bad, even if they are only going to be half. You should stop being selfish and think about the family woman! You might as well give my dad what he wants…not saying that you should have sex with me or anything, though I want to soo bad! Err, I'm just saying I want you as part of the family…as my wife is all. Bloody hell, moving on.

Hermione smiled. Ron never really had a way with words and it was one of the many qualities she loved about him.

Before I go onto the fourth reason, I'm not some bloody creeper. It sounds like it but I honestly just want you with me. That is all.

4. I'm tall. No kidding Hermione thought. She did love tall men though.

5. I'm brilliant on a broom. Hardly, but she's hoping his other broom was.

6. I'm the chosen one's best friend. So are you but still, it's a great reason to go out with me.

7. I'm going to be an auror one day. I will always be your knight and shining armor and always be there to rescue you. I'll never let you get hurt 'Mione, I promise. Hermione filled with happiness. All she wanted was someone to rescue her once in a while; Merlin knew she had done enough in one lifetime. Why couldn't she be the princess for a change?

8. I hate conversations with women (they're bloody boring and talk for ages!), but I always pretend to listen to yours. Hermione would have been upset but she knew it was true. Ron always sat there while she blurted away and when he couldn't take it anymore he would ask, "Are you done yet? - No? Okay." She would just appreciate being able to rant.

9. I know you love Lilies. How did he know that?

10. I know you love sitting by the lake and just watch the scenery. I'm starting to believe Ron is a creeper, Hermione thought in amusement.

11. I know you hate broccoli. Yep, he definitely is.

12. I know everything about you and I'll always make sure to do what you enjoy and avoid the things you don't. Maybe Ron being a creeper isn't so bad.

Hermione had to stop reading at that point. She was starting to remember all the little things Ron did that stole her heart away. He was sweet when he wanted to be and exceptionally loyal. He never purposely hurt anyone and he went out of his way to make sure Hermione always had Honeyduke chocolate bars whenever she stayed at the Burrow. His temper was maddening, but Ron wouldn't be who he is without it.

13. You're better than Lavender. Hermione scoffed. Of course she was. Lavender was a twit.

14. I'm better than Krum, I'll crush him in quidditch! Hermione could only grin at reading this one.

15. No one will be better than you and me together. The end.

She couldn't agree more, plus Hermione loved it when Ron was assertive. She just didn't want that to go to his head. She's in charge outside the bedroom after all.

16. I have a thick broom stick. Hermione's eyes bulged when she read this one. Just like Ron to both be absolutely vulgar and to also mention his bits.

17. I let you call me Ronald. Mum was the only one to ever get away with that. I guess you can join the club too, since you're so important and all.

18. I'm your best friend. You can trust me. Ron nailed it on the head on that one. He only ever let Hermione down once and it almost cost them their friendship. When he left the tent and couldn't find himself back, Hermione was so angry. He made a promise to never let her down again. Ron has since been trying to prove to Hermione to forgive him even though she already told him she did. She trusted him indefinitely. It was one of the reasons she loved him so much.

19. You love me. I never forgot. Hermione was shocked. In a night of drunken stupor after a party celebrating the quidditch cup, they both kissed each other in the common room sofa and Hermione declared her love as Ron passed out. It was her first kiss and she found it magical. It was shared with Ronald after all. It was a sobering feeling when she thought he didn't remember, it was her only regret of the night and she was always too embarrassed to bring it up. It now made her heart flutter with joy knowing Ron remembered that night, as well.

20. I'll tell you myself.

That was the end of the note and she couldn't wait to hear the last reason from Ron himself; in that deep timbre of his tone that always sent shivers down Hermione's spine.

She folded up the note and placed it in her bag as the bell rang and everyone walked in. Her heart began to beat wildly in her chest in anxiousness when Ron took his seat beside her, waiting for him to tell her the last reason.

He only gave her a mere smile and turned his attention to the front. She frowned when he didn't tell her the final reason right away. This is going to be a long 60 minutes Hermione thought.

Seconds into class she couldn't ignore the feeling of warmth his touches brought her upon contact and the way she couldn't turn her gaze away when she caught his shy, playful glances. It was especially hard every time his thigh would brush up against hers and remain in contact longer than what was acceptable, as if he deliberately meant to bring their two limbs together. It made class run by rather slow, so when the bell rang to signal the end of class, Hermione sighed in relief. They gathered their stuff in a slow pace waiting for one of them to begin. They stood staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity when Ron was the first one to break the silence.

"I'm assuming you read the note."

"Yeah," was Hermione's tentative reply.

"Okay, because it was a joke."

What? No way. It couldn't be. It was so sweet. She had been so hopeful. She thought that finally everything would come together, that they would be together. She though he loved… You thought he what Hermione, loved you? Please, her reasonable side argued.

I should have known, Hermione realized in defeat. She stood there frozen in grief, telling herself no, she wasn't going to cry.

"I'm kidding; I'm kidding "Mione. I just wanted to lighten up the mood. That was a bloody disaster."

"It sure as hell was, Ronald. You ignorant prick. That was not funny. Not even in the slightest. It was immature and demean….oomph."

Hermione had to hold back the urge to kick the person in front of her before realizing it was a kiss and not an assault. Ron's movements were so excited, it bordered on sloppy, even. But OMG, Ron was kissing her, he was actually kissing her and it felt bloody fantastic and perfect. She began to relax and move her lips along his. Their movements were slow and hesitant at first as Ron waited for Hermione to respond. After the shock wore off and Ron finally determined Hermione wasn't going to hex him for his brazenness, his movements began to speed up as the tempo began to pick up. He tentatively dragged his hands from their purchase on her shoulders, down the length of her sides along the side of her breasts, to finally rest on her hips. Hermione sighed in bliss.

Hermione brought her hands that were previously rolled into fists towards the back of his neck and linked it above his head. Ron's lips were dry and Hermione could feel the ruggedness of the cracked skin under her own. She stuck out her tongue to add moisture to his lips and immediately felt a pooling in her stomach when he growled at the contact.

Ron opened his lips and Hermione slipped her tongue inside to join his own. The kiss was slow and gentle and both slid their slippery muscles against each other in a leisure exploration of the wet canvas of their facial opening. Ron deepened the kiss as his arousal heightened. His lips began to crush against hers almost painfully, bringing with it pleasure that pooled at the bottom of Hermione's torso. His tongue dipped into Hermione's mouth insistently, moving in a back and forth motion, making Hermione wonder how much more satisfying it would be if another member of Ron's was pressing into an entirely different opening.

Ron leaned Hermione onto the desk as the need for more could not be ignored. She could feel the heaviness of his arousal as he leaned atop of her, (well he wasn't lying about number sixteen, that's for sure Hermione thought with amusement). His hands were making his way from her hips to the base or her stomach, dipping into her skirt as he began to pull her shirt from the confines of her skirt and made his way to the top of her buttons, leaving Hermione in withering mess. "Ron, please-"

Ron began to nip his way down her slender, olive throat to her delicate shoulders all the while removing each button from its constraint in accordance with each nip; leaving tiny, angry marks in its wake. Hermione was lost in paradise, where all she could feel was pure pleasure, pleasure that made the pooling in her groin coil in undeniable want. Hermione didn't even realize her undressing until she felt Ron's cold, slightly blunt fingers running up and down her exposed flesh.

"Mmhmm, Roonn." Hermione moaned as Ron continued his ministrations on her neck and her flushed torso. It left a tingling feeling that danced along her skin long after his touch. He pulled Hermione up into a sitting position and slipped the white blouse off her shoulders and let it pool on her wrists that were planted on the desk supporting her weight. Hermione removed her wrists off the table and freed herself from the confines of her white blouse. He dipped her again and thrust his clothed cock into Hermione's covered core. They both moan in pleasure at the contact and her core began to dampen and soak her still covered pussy, her body excited for what was expected to come.

"'Mione, you're so beautiful," Ron soothed as he looked up into her honey- brown eyes that were darkened almost black with arousal.

"Oh, Ronald, I love you." Hermione replied, slightly winded from their current activity as he began to thrust into her once again, her skirt pulled up at her waist. Hermione's eyes began to roll back as Ron's eyes closed in need.

Ron blinked his eyes open and finally parted his lips and with a whisper, "Number 20, I love you too."

Hermione only had a second to widen her eyes in shock and feel the elation of her requited love when they heard the door to the Charms classroom swing open.

"Aakk!... Ummm…"

Ron and Hermione both snapped their heads towards the intruder and Hermione dipped her head into Ron's shoulder in humiliation. Just her luck, she was the Head Girl and Professor Flitwick just saw her in a very compromising position. Maybe he didn't recognize her she humored herself optimistically. Hermione couldn't tell if Ron was flushed due to embarrassment or their previous activity but Hermione had to take the time to appreciate the tinge of his skin before groaning in dismay.

Prof. Flitwick continued, "Maybe you should carry this somewhere else Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger." Well so much for not being recognized, Hermione thought wryly.

Hermione spoke up, "Of course professor. I..erm, WE are so sorry. Right Ron," Hermione inquired while glaring over at Ron who didn't look sorry at all, "Err, right professor. So sorry," was Ron's sarcastic reply. Hermione shoved him off of her and felt a bit more delighted when he couldn't catch his feet in time to restrain his fall. Well that ought to show him.

"Ronald," Hermione fumed, "This is highly embarrassing and I assure you that it will never happen again," She finished. Ron glared up at Hermione as both tried to gather their things as quickly as possible.

"Proff-"Hermione tried again

"Just Get out,..please," was all Professor Flitwick could say. He was blushing just as hard as they were.

Ron and Hermione smiled awkwardly at the charms professor as they were making their way out of the room. Once outside Ron began to burst into laughter.

"Ronald, this is not funny!"

"Hermione, did you see his face, it was hilarious!"

"It's not very amusing to me."

"Oh come on 'Mione it wasn't that bad."

Hermione flared while pointing her finger an inch from his nose.

"Easy for you to say Ronald, you weren't the one leaned into the desk half naked!" Hermione fumed. "Ronald" could only grin in victory, remembering the exact position Hermione stated.

"Oh that reminds me," Ron replied while digging into his pockets. He pulled out another note and handed it over to Hermione. She looked up at him in confusion.

"It's a note Hermione," Ron replied smartly.

"Obviously, Ronald," Hermione replied as she began to open it.

"Wait!" Ronald interjected as he closed his palms around her hands, stopping her movements.

Hermione looked at him expectantly. Ron took the quill he was holding and transfigured it into a red lily. He held it out to Hermione with a hopeful grin and asked, "Will you be my girlfriend, Hermione?"

Hermione's grin reached from ear to ear as she accepted the transfigured flower. "Oh, Ronald, of course I will."

Ron's eyes shone with warmth and a hint of evil when he replied, "Okay you can open it now."

Ron kissed Hermione at the edge of her lips and didn't wait for her to open the note as he began to walk away.

"Where are you going," she asked while unfolding the note.

"I just have to run somewhere really quick, it's important," he replied as he began to straighten out the piece of parchment. She nodded her head and began to read the note. She gasped as she finally opened the note and read the first line of its entry:

20 Reasons why Hermione Granger should have hot, passionate sex with

Ronald Weasley.

She looked up to hear Ron fill the corridor with laughter and then rolled her eyes with false annoyance. If Ron was anything, he was thorough. She slipped the note into her book bag and made her way down the same path towards her next class with dampness in her knickers and a mind filled with endless possibilities.

A/N: Possible two shot? Let me know. Ten reviews get a second chapter. Criticism is appreciated, flaming is not. Oh and if you haven't already, check out my multi- chapter fic called How Long? and let me know what you think.

I haven't written the second part yet but I promise it'll be out by the end of the week. Thanks for the patience! Leave love