Hermione sat in the Gryffindor common room with the rest of the other kids in her house. Everyone was anxiously the arrival of the Gryffindor quidditch team so they could start the party. Hermione had thought about waiting for Ron by the changing rooms, but she figured that they might be a while because they were so excited. She knew that harry wouldn't be back before the rest of the quidditch team because he had got detention with Snape, so she waited by herself. Occasionally someone would come through the portrait hole and she'd get excited. Then she'd see that it was just someone bringing back food from the kitchens.

After about five minutes of people coming in that weren't Ron she just gave up and retreated back to her thoughts. Ten minutes later she was brought back to the real world by loud clapping and cheering. She automatically looked over towards the portrait hole and saw the quidditch tram coming in. she looked from face to face until she finally saw him at the back of the group talking to Ginny. It was as if Ron had felt her looking at him because he looked up and stared back. Before she knew what she was doing she was running directly at him, throwing her arms around his neck, and planting a big kiss on his lips. He seemed shocked at first, but after a couple seconds he kissed her back enthusiastically practically lifting her off her feet. They could hear everyone around them yelling and cheering them on. When they'd pulled apart, out of breath, they looked around to find that almost everyone was looking at them with either grins or looks of bewilderment on their faces.

"Um, we-we should talk." Ron said turning back to Hermione. Both of their faces were red. He took her hand and pulled her towards the stairs to the boys' dormitories. There were loud cheers as he pulled her up the stairs. They stopped at one of the landings a little ways up. Ron took Hermione's hand and leaned against the wall as Hermione leaned back against the opposite wall. They sat in silence for a couple minutes while Ron started to play with her fingers.

"I-um, I-well, we-"Ron started, but nothing coherent came out.

"Ron, we can make this very easy. Do you like me?" she asked as little scared that he'd say no.

"Yes." He said in a desperate sort of cry.

"And I like you. See, it was that simple." She said smiling.

"So are we like…together now?"

"Whatever you want to call it."

"Okay, so we're together. Does that…" he trailed off as his face turned a deep shade of red.

"Ron, you can ask me anything."

"Does that-does that mean I can kiss you again?" he asked keeping his head down. Hermione slowly closed the space between them and kissed him. It wasn't like it had been before. It was better. It wasn't filled with overwhelming excitement. It was just a sweet, chaste kiss. Ron slowly pulled her closer and closer until pretty much every part of their bodies were touching. Ron couldn't stop thinking about how perfectly she fit in his arms. After a couple minutes they stopped kissing, but remained in each other's arms.

"Do you want to go back down?" Ron whispered.

"Okay." She said, but neither of them moved. A couple seconds later they pulled apart and started to make their way down the stairs. Hermione still held his hand and surprisingly no one had said anything when they came down the stairs. They stood there for a couple minutes and then Ron started pulling her towards the couch. No one even noticed them until they'd moved.