Ron and Hermione were fighting again. They stood in the Weasley's living room, having a blazing, heated, verbal argument. This was the third one this week, and everyone around them got so used to it that they simply walked past them, ignoring the screaming and yelling. Even Mrs. Weasley, who was usually so alert and always broke up their arguments, walked simply past them as if they weren't even there. Today, however, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had gone to Diagon Alley to pick up Ginny's books, and Harry had tagged along too. That left just Ron and Hermione. When everyone had left Hermione was downstairs reading a book, "Hogwarts, A History", for the sixth time. Ron had been upstairs, hanging his Chudley Cannons poster back up on the wall after it had fallen down the previous day. He however, decided, that he wanted something to eat and drink, even though he had just had breakfast. He walked down the stairs, and hardly even noticed Hermione sitting on the couch reading her book. He went into the kitchen and pulled a butterbeer out of the fridge. There were no leftovers from breakfast, but he remembered that he, Harry, and Hermione had stashed some cauldron cakes and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans in a cabinet near the fridge. He pulled out two cauldron cakes, and one box of Bertie Botts, and saw Hermione sitting on the couch reading a book, no surprise there, Ron thought to himself. He sat down next to her and turned the Weasley's only television on. He offered her a cauldron cake, which she gratefully accepted. She held on to it for another minute, until she finished her page, and unwrapped the cake. Ron turned on a quidditch match, and opened up his butterbeer and his cauldron cake. He took a big swig of the butterbeer and took a huge bite of his cauldron cake.
Hermione spoke suddenly, startling Ron, "Thank you for the cauldron cake", she said slowly, her face still in the book.
"You're welcome", he said, " do you want some butterbeer?", he asked her.
Hermione turned to look at him and Ron blushed, mainly because he had already taken a drink from the bottle. Hermione took it and paused a second, before taking the bottle to her mouth and taking a long drink. Ron watched her. She is so beautiful, he thought to himself. She gave the bottle back to him and he took a small drink. He began to think of the times in third year, when Hermione had "accidentally" held Ron's hand during a Care of Magical Creatures lesson. He had also thought about Buckbeak's "execution", when Hermione had chosen him instead of Harry to have comfort her, wrapping her arms around his neck. However, he also thought about fourth year when Hermione had gone with "Vicky" Krum to the Yule Ball.
Rage started to build up inside him, and he suddenly said, "So how are you and Vicky doing", he asked.
Hermione looked over at him with an unpleased expression. "That's none of your business, is it?", she said.
" I think it is my business", he said.
"How?!", she asked, sounding hurt and angry at the same time.
"Because, Hermione you're my best friend, and best friends tell each other stuff", he said, also sounding a bit hurt.
Hermione became very angry and suddenly stood up, knocking her book to the floor. " This is none of your business, Ron, even if we are best friends, you can't honestly tell me that you'd want to know about what me and Viktor do", she said.
Ron stood up too. "Oh, I also heard you snogged him. Was that enjoyable for you Hermione, kissing someone who was about three years older than you. I bet you felt so superior to everyone else, having kissed someone who was famous", he yelled, sounding more hurt than ever. He was hurt, just thinking about Hermione kissing someone made him angry.
"Oh, it's not as if you and Lavender didn't do anything, going around the whole school, snogging all over the place, and just so you know I never snogged Krum, unless you consider a simple peck on the lips snogging. I do not snog someone just to make someone else jealous. Besides, it's not as if that's only as far as you went with Lavender. I knew exactly why you were coming into that classroom when Harry and I were in there. You were going to do it, and I'm just so sorry I ruined that for you", she said on the verge of tears.
Ron looked at her with sympathy. "Hermione, Lavender and I never did it. Never. Hermione, you know me, I wouldn't do something like that, and you know that. I'm not stupid, and yeah, I guess the only reason I got together with her was to make someone jealous", he said.
"Well, did you really have to do it that way?" she asked, her voice rising again. "If you truly liked me, you never would have snogged someone else just to make me jealous. You could have just told me how you felt, and this would have never happened", she said with definite anger.
"I was angry. I was hurt. I found out that you had kissed Krum, and Harry had snogged Cho, so I was the only one who hadn't had my first kiss. I wanted to know how it felt, and I knew you would never snog me, so……", he said.
"…I would have snogged you Ron", Hermione said with anger, but you could easily see her face begin to redden with embarrassment, not anger. She suddenly came closer to him, and Ron closed his eyes, waiting for the sharp sting that had been on his cheek the last five or six times they had fought. Instead, he felt hot lips crush against his, and opened his eyes to see Hermione eyes, closed shut and a little wet from the tears. One of her hands was entwined in his hair, stroking it slowly, and the other was around his neck, cupping it with her hand. He kissed her back, and put one arm around her waist, and the other on her back, holding her tightly.