I dedicate this to the wonderful iamthewalrus93, who not only gave me this idea, but convinced me to write it as well. Thanks.

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Hermione had been planning this surprise for weeks.

She, with the help of Harry, was going to lure Ron to the seventh floor, to the room of requirement, for his birthday. Here they were finally going to have a romantic night together away from the prying eyes of the students of Gryffindor house.

She sighed inwardly, waiting for Ron to arrive.

Footsteps? Yes, those were definitely footsteps. The red-head had finally decided to show. Took him long enough.

As they were turning the corner, the owner of the footsteps was jumped by one Hermione Granger, clad only in a thin, violet nighty, falling mid-thigh. "Nng!" the boy cried, being thrown against the wall by the frisky witch.

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Ron was on his way to the seventh floor. Harry had just run up to him and yelled something about Hermione having a lead on who put the peanut butter in his socks.

Why she was waiting for him all the way up there was beyond him. Plus he already had a pretty good idea who the peanut butter perpetrators were. Absurd tomfoolery was one of the twins' trade marks after all.

He rounded the corner to the hallway Harry had said Hermione was waiting and was stopped dead in his tracks.

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The two tongues swirled around, entering and re-entering the others hot cavern, neither fighting for dominance, but neither willing to be submissive either. Finally the two mouths broke apart, both panting frantically from the passion. The two students stared bleary-eyed at eachother for a few moments before breaking apart swiftly.

"What the hell was that, Granger?" he shouted, jumping back about three feet.

Hermione shrugged and shook her head, still panting.

Sweat was dripping down the sides of his face. Merlin, that had been the most terrific kiss he had ever had.

They stared at eachother for another agonizing moment until, in a flash, they were once again joined at the lips, relishing in another fiery kiss.

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The red-head stared, dumbfounded, at his girlfriend.

His girlfriend who was making out with none other than Draco Malfoy.

He shook his head several times, as though that would make the scene in front of him disappear.

Nope, still there.

He watched for a little longer. Maybe, just maybe, if he waited long enough he would realize that nothing was there and that he was imagining it all.

Nope, wasn't working.

Ron sighed. He turned on his heal and began to walk away from the fervent scene, leaving his ex-girlfriend behind to moan as the blonde attached himself to her neck.

Perhaps it was about time to give in to his urges and finally speak to Blaise.