A/N: Hey all! This is Lauren and Heather (a.k.a. f0xygrandma15 and hermionecline, respectively), and we're here to tell you that…you've reached the sequel to 'Sweet Secrets.' Please leave your message after the tone.

We hope you enjoy this, we're writing it together, so you'd better like it or you'll have two people after you with baseball bats…anyway, here's the first chapter, be sure to read and review!!

Disclaimer: Seriously, if we owned Harry Potter, it wouldn't require two of us to write this story, now would it? Haha, just kidding, it's fun with two people, cause two heads are better than one!… Unless they're ugly. Then they're just worthless. Just kidding! Sorry, hyper. This is Lauren by the way. Heather is much more clever and cool. Lauren is just insane. Oh yeah, this thing had a point, didn't it…WE DON'T HARRY POTTER!!!

Chapter one

Tense Thoughts

Hermione woke up and rubbed her eyes slowly. She quietly groaned to herself as she turned over to find a clock. 4:30…four thirty?? Huh, she said to herself as she turned over to go back to sleep. Just then, she heard a noise downstairs. In fact, several noises. Curious, she headed downstairs. As she placed each foot on each step, she realized just how many times she had gone down those stairs. And as soon as she stepped onto the hardwood floor, she thought about how many times she had felt the soft thud of her feet hitting that floor from that last step. And then she thought of how many times she had been in that house, how she had spent every summer for the past seven years in that very house. For some reason, which she could not explain, all of this captivated her. She looked around and saw the chairs, the table, the kitchen, and the clock that she loved on the wall…she began to think of all the memories she had had in that house. The burrow. Seemed like a home away from home, really. Well, there and Hogwarts. But then she realized that that was all about to change…they were out of school, out of Hogwarts…into the real world…She could have explored these thoughts more deeply had she not felt a tug on her shirt from behind. Before she could turn around, she was pulled into some room, which she was only able to tell because of the click of the door. She turned around and was met with that mischievous, lopsided grin.

"Hey…" Ron whispered.

Hermione grinned broadly.

"Hi," she whispered back.

He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. She had to admit to herself, he sure was an amazing guy. She couldn't bare to even think what she would do without him. After having to share him with Lavender for a year, there was no way she would share him again.

They had been perfectly content until there was a quiet knock on the door, which made Ron jump. Hermione turned around, and though she knew she was blushing madly, she figured it was safer than Ron the tomato opening the door. When she stuck her head out, it popped back in almost instantly, along with Ginny. Ron gave her a sort of bothered look, but she ignored this and spoke to the two of them as a whole, smiling.

"You know, you're going to have to tell mum at some point…" she said, almost threateningly.

"Gin, we will, when the time is right…" Ron responded. Ginny just looked at the two of them and walked through the door. Something in his voice told Hermione that he wasn't quite sure about it, but she didn't mention it. It really didn't bother Hermione as much as it normally would have. Perhaps it was because she was thinking about what they had said at the end of the school year only three weeks before…

"Oh no, I never thought of mum, I bet she will be thinking of plans for our wedding… Mental, that woman, I'm telling you…"Ron looked so adorable when he turned pink.

"What's so mental about that?"

"You mean…you would…um?" There he goes again!

"When the time comes…"

When the time comes…

Ron tried to imagine when that time would come…

That night at dinner, Ginny kept kicking Ron under the table, trying to get him to tell Mrs. Weasley about him and Hermione. But he took the pain with barely a grimace and almost glared at the poor girl. She was only trying to help…

For some reason Ron just couldn't bring himself to tell his parents about, well, what was there to tell anyway? He loved the girl, plain and simple. In fact, almost too plain and simple. So plain and simple, in fact, that the words suddenly found themselves slipping out of his mouth like a waterfall.

"Mum, I just thought I'd let you know that I love Hermione."

The entire table turned to look at him, especially Hermione, who was sitting next to him. Did he just tell his mother that he loves me? But, that's so…unlike him…

Mrs. Weasley looked up at Ron with a smile.

"I know sweetie, I know…" was all she would say. But he wasn't exactly concerned with her response; he was too busy looking daggers at Ginny.

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"Ron, I promise it wasn't me!" Ginny yelled, half exasperated and half enjoying his torment. Ron had flung himself on his bed and was twiddling his thumbs madly. Harry walked into Ron's room and stood next to Ginny, a huge grin on his face. It couldn't have been more obvious…

"Thanks Harry," he said sharply. "Where's Hermione?"

"She's downstairs helping your mum. Ron, you had to tell them at some point. And look, she already knew! I told you it was obvious!"

"Well, I guess I had just wanted to tell her in a more…expressive way, instead of having my lips move like a ventiquolist." He said, seeming to have calmed down a bit.

Harry chuckled. "Ventriloquist, Ron." Ron shrugged.

Hermione came back upstairs just as Ginny was leaving the room. She lay down next to Ron and looked up at the ceiling with him. After a few minutes of silence, Ron spoke up about something that had been taking a hold of his brain for the past few weeks.

"Hermione…" he said softly, his voice not wanting to speak.

"Yes?" She turned onto her side to see him eye to eye.

"You remember that conversation we had, about um…the time coming?" He barely whispered that last part, he was so nervous.

She smiled. Could he tell I was thinking about that today? She thought jokingly.

"Were you being serious? I mean, you actually would consider…" he trailed off anxiously. Hermione grinned.

"Are you serious? I'd be the luckiest girl alive…" and with that, she touched her lips to his, and neither of them thought about it for the rest of the night.

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