I solemnly swear I do not own this.

Ron's thoughts in underline Hermione's in italics.

There she is, right next to me. Hair in front of her face… I'm trying really hard not to reach out and touch her…

"Ron, your hand is twitching."

She didn't even look up! How'd she know?

Why is his hand so shaky? He's practically moving the table, I mean, his homework isn't so bad. Except for this part…

"Maxwell Franklin outlawed magic lamps in 1593, not 1993."

Does she really expect me to get those damn dates when she's sitting right across from me… Gods, she's touching me…

"Ron, are you sure you're feeling okay? Your face is flushed and your ears are red. I mean, they turn red when you're embarrassed or sick. We're the only two left here so…"

Holy Merlin, he's going to think I'm a stalker or something… I think my knees are complete gel, he called me 'Mione. He's the only one who can call me that.

"No, 'Mione, I'm just thinking about something I need to do later."

Yeah, if I get up enough nerve…

"Well, if you want me to come with I will."

Anything to be with him. Even if it is that Wonky-Fent thing.

"I was actually hoping you'd be there."

Ah, just enough courage…

"Oi! Ron!" Harry had just opened the portrait hole. "Well it took you guys long enough."

He's still kissing me.

I'm still kissing her.

"O-kay, I'm going out with Gin, just to let you know." Harry rushed up the stairs, waiting for Ron's wrath.

Yeah, yeah, go away. Snog her senseless for all I care.

Harry, shut up, I'm busy.

Gotta breath…

"I'm glad you were here with me."

"Me too."

He's kissing me again.

I'm kissing her again.