They Live For This

Summary: First of all, thanks for viewing! OK, this is a friendship/ humor/ BIG romance! Here's the plan; first chapter- Ron and Hermione, because they're just so funny, aren't they? Second chapter- Harry and Ginny, because there the sentimental pairing that makes everyone cry. Third chapter- The whole bunch of them, that's where the friendship comes in. Enjoy my sappy fluffiness.

Friends Without A Clue

"Ronald!" Hermione called as she rushed out onto the courtyard of Hogwarts. She couldn't believe the little idiot. The git! How could he have-

"Oh my God…" Hermione murmured as she ran to her and Ron's favorite tree. The old oak by the lake was occupied though. By Ron and… Lavender Brown was in a full on lip lock with Hermione's best friend and her love since 3rd year. Ron Weasly. Before the two could catch Hermione she scrabbled up the hill and straight into Ginny.

"Hermione, breathe! God, what on earth happened?" "Ron…Our tree… Snogging… Lavender Brown!" Hermione gasped before crashing half-hazard onto the ground.

"Oh, you found out, huh?" Ginny sighed before Hermione's jaw dropped. "You knew?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"'Cause of this. Ron knew you'd act this way. He said you worried about him too much. Even though the rest of us know you're just in love with him. I'm sorry 'Mione. But I promised, and telling you would have violated the sibling code." Ginny put an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

Hermione was too strong to cry. She couldn't let him get the best of her. She was 16 years old for Christ sake! It was time she moved on from Ron. He obviously had. Hermione sighed and told Ginny her plan. It wasn't going to be easy, but what had to be done had to be done.

"Alright, Hermione. I've still got some studying to do if you're OK." Ginny looked at Hermione concerned as she nodded yes.

When Ginny was gone, Hermione stood and looked out over the hill's bluff. Lavender was still playing tonsil hockey with Ron. Don't they ever come up for air? Hermione asked herself. Then she turned and strutted off toward the castle. She needed a hot chocolate, no matter how hard the dang elves had to work. S.P.E.W. would have to wait for another day.

Ron pulled away from Lavender, his big goofy smile occupying his face. "Won-Won, do you think I'm a good kisser?" A self-conscience Lavender asked. Not as good as Hermione would be… Ron mentally shuttered. He hated the name 'Won-Won.' He also hated the fact that he wasn't kissing Hermione, which he felt bad for since that meant he was using Lavender. He hated people who did that.

"Won-Won?" Ron looked up and remembered her original question. He put on a fake smile. "Of course, love!" This wasn't entirely lying. Sure, she used a bit too much tongue, and took advantage of it, but she wasn't horribly unfortunate. But then again, Ron had never kissed anyone else.

"Hey, Lavender, I've got to meet Hermione real quick. I'll meet you at dinner, okay?" Ron got up and brushed himself off. Lavender looked him over suspiciously, and then nodded yes.

Ron ran up the hill. He caught Hermione walking back up to the castle. He called out to her, smiling for no reason. She had a way of doing that to him.

"'Mione! C'mon Hermione, slow down!" When he caught up with her he saw tear-stains streaking her cheeks. "Have you been crying?" It wasn't till after he said this that he realized how totally insensitive he was by asking. Luckily for him, Hermione decided not to lie. "Yes Ron. Yes I have. How was your snogging session with Lavender? It seemed rather enjoyable." She trotted onward as he stopped, his mouth ajar.

"Wait, did Ginny tell you about us? Merlin, I'll kill her…" Ron ran to catch up again. "No Ron. I found out by stumbling upon you two. Thank you for telling me." She was being rather convincingly nonchalant.

"You must work on finding a better snogging spot. But our tree? C'mon, Ronald. Honestly!" Hermione almost laughed at herself. This conversation was tearing her limb from limb and he couldn't even tell. She was giving him advice!

"Well I really am sorry. I thought you'd overreact! I should have told you, Hermione. Well, can I borrow your notes, or maybe you want to talk about why you were crying…" Hermione thrusted her notes from Transfiguration at him. "Good day Ronald."

Ron stood in the snow, colder than ever with Hermione's emotions, or lack there of, biting at him. He messed up again. Nock one up for stupidity.

The fire crackled and popped as Hermione curled up with Hogwarts, A History and began to read. Or that's what it looked like. Truthfully she was smirking her head off. As Lavender sucked the living daylights out of Ron's neck, all he saw was her. He was watching her; Hermione could feel his gaze.

But that was all part of the plan. Just then, Harry and Ginny walked in, laughing and holding hands. They both had giant grins on their faces, and Hermione was almost jealous. They so belonged together and Hermione wanted that with Ron. But not yet. Their time would come.

"Well, I'm turning in. Ron, Ginny, Harry, Lavender. Good night." She rushed off toward her dorm, leaving Ron yearning for her.

That was it. Ron couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel Hermione against him. And for that to happen, Lavender had to be set free.

"Hey, love, can we go for a walk? Like, now…"

"Of course, Won-Won! I love when we go walking!" And, obliviously, she went along outside the common room and out onto the frosty, tundra like courtyard.

"So Won-Won… Are we, he he, you know… Going there?" Being the idiot Ron was it took him a while to realize what she was talking about.

"Oh my God… Bloody Hell no! I brought you out here to dump you… Oh crud…" Ron stopped mid sentence realizing what he said. But Lavender had slapped him and was now crying as she raced up the hill.

Ron ran a hand through his hair. "Smooth, sensitive." His grin only widened when he heard Hermione's voice. He looked up knowing how she loved to read on the roof. Sure enough, there she was, bundled up and reading.

"I guess so. Can I come up? I need some company… And not from her." Hermione laughed genuinely and he smiled. At least she was talking to him.

Ron summoned his broom and flew up to the roof. Hermione patted the spot next to her on the fuzzy blanket and he gladly accepted it. She folded the book and brought up Quidditch.

Ron was positively beaming. He began to explain the Chudley Cannon's mutilation of the Tornado's. Hermione laughed and listened.

"So, if you tell me why Lavender was crying, I'll do whatever you want." Hermione challenged. Ron raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Oi, I'll tell you what. I'll tell you why she was crying if you tell me why you were crying."

Hermione bit her lip. She hadn't been expecting that. "Okay…" she said unsurely.

Ron smiled triumphantly. "Alright. I'll go first. I broke up with Lavender. I don't like her anymore. Plus, she uses way to much tongue… Blech. And truthfully, I'm in love with someone else. She's all I can think about 'Mione."

Ron sighed lovingly, looking out over the roof. Hermione had to fight to hide her tears. "Oh Ron. I'm sorry and happy for you at the same time. My turn, huh? Well, it's sort of embarrassing. Do you really want to know?" Ron nodded and put an arm around her.

"Very well. I was crying because I'm not Lavender and I can't do this." With that, without giving it a second thought, she pressed her lips against his. She put everything in that kiss. When she pulled away, Ron's eyes were still closed. As her entire body continued to be enveloped in fire she whispered by his ear, "That's why Ron."

Hermione gathered her school things at began to walk gracefully across the roof to another spot. It was not long before Ron realized he wasn't dreaming and sprinted after her.

Hermione thought to herself that she had been far too bold. Just when she was about to scream with frustration, Ron came up behind her. But she didn't know that.

"Stupid git, Hermione. How could you think he might actually like you? Face it. You want a taste of the forbidden fruit." She told herself. Ron put his hands on her shoulders and murmured against her ear, "You aren't a git Hermione. And maybe I want you to, but, blimey Hermione! After dealing with Lavender, someone who can snog me senseless in a few seconds is rare."

Compulsively, he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. At first, Hermione was surprised, but the fuzzy feelings quickly clouded her judgment. Ron continued to kiss up her collarbone until she spun around. She let her hands find there way up his chest and around his neck. As they rested their foreheads together, Ron wound his arms around her waste.

"Just to let you know, this girl I like, the curly-haired, brown eyed, bookworm of a best friend, I was wrong. I love her, honest to Merlin love her. Actually, you two are pretty good friends. Could you ask her if she'd be my girlfriend?"

Hermione couldn't help but grin. She lowered her lips so they hovered just above his. "I'm sure she'll say yes. I love you, Ron." Ron yearned to feel her lips pressed against his once more. But first he had to say, "I love you too, 'Mione. You may be a bookworm, but you're my bookworm." And with a quarter of an inch, the total euphoria tingled through their veins.

This was what passion, what love felt like… Hermione's only thought was, Hmm… I could get used to this.