I know they are out of beds late but yeah
I don't own harry potter. I wish.
Cho lustfully stared at Ron from the other side of the main hall. It was a frosty winter's night and all the fires were crackling in the room. The fire behind her gave her an almost picturesque glow, which was only intensified by her black hair. Ron Weasley. Her eyes begged for the boy she saw in the armchair opposite her. Cho loved everything about him; his fiery red hair that was swept to the side, his hazel eyes, his tall muscular body. She tore her eyes away from Ron and observed the rest of the cold stone area. In one corner, Hermione knelt down over her parchment, every so often looking up to jot a note down from the many books and notes that were messily arranged on the table in front of her. Next to her sat Harry, the famous Harry Potter, half-heartedly copying what she had written while every so often flattening his hair. The year after the Triwizard tournament, she was desperate for him. Maybe it was because of her loss of Cedric, for some closure. But when she stopped crying, stopped missing him, she realised how much of a scumbag he could be.
Cho lounged in the chair, only listening to the faint scratches of Hermione's quill and the pops and bangs from the Weasley brothers followed by a long cheer as one by one they faded and all who were left were herself and Ron trying in vain to fill the parchment he was working on. By this time, it was well past midnight and she began to pile her books together to leave. As she got up, she tripped on a tile and her books went flying. Cho knelt to the floor and scrambled to pick everything up before …
"Here." Ron muttered handing her a Potions book and a pile of parchment.
His deep voice sent a shudder through her spine. There they both sat picking up loose quills and ink bottles.
Cho pushed herself up from the ground (half wishing it would open up and swallow her) and stuffed her school things in her bag. The redhead brushed the dirt off his robe. She whispered a 'thanks' before sprinting up the stairs leading to Ravenclaw
"Cho, wait!"
Ron strode up to her and took her bag from her shoulder, placing it on a nearby table. He pushed a bit of her midnight hair from her face. For minutes, they didn't speak, only staring into each others eyes, not a word. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, tilting it slightly upward and laid a soft kiss onto her lips.