I'm still struggling with The Prince's Tale, but hopefully something will come to me soon. I got this idea in the VERY early hours of this morning and typed it up on my phone (sorry if there are any mistakes I haven't managed to find) but I think it's a fun type of story. You never hear anything about Hermione's life as a muggle or if Harry and Ron ever see Hermione in her muggle life, so I thought it would be fun to put Ron in some situations were he and Hermione were alone in her bedroom. This first part is set just before fourth year, I would have thought the Weasley's would have picked Hermione up from her house seeming as she was at the Weasley's before Harry, so here's how it could have gone… hope you like it

Chapter One: The First Time

Ron looked around his unfamiliar surroundings. He'd never been in a girl's room before - unless you counted his sister's - and he felt incredibly uncomfortable. He didn't want to admit this could be more to do with the fact that it was this particular girl's room rather than it just being a girl's room in general. He gulped loudly as Hermione told him she'd be right back. He was alone; so he took this as an opportunity to find things out about her.
Her room was bright, the walls painted purple with a large window on the wall opposite the door. She had the Hermione things in there that would be expected, a large desk on one side of the room filled with homework, parchment and quills and inks, she also had a, just below waist high, bookshelf running the length of the wall which was filled with both magical and muggle books. She also had photo frames sitting on the top corner of the bookshelf, they contained photos of her and her family, with people Ron knew nothing of but seemed significant to her other wise she wouldn't have had pictures of them, would she? A smile came to his lips however when he spotted a picture of himself, her and Harry from first year all waving and grinning to the camera as the train pulled away from the station, his grin became wider as he looked at the picture next to it, it was one of himself and Hermione smiling into the camera every now and then picture Hermione would lean into the picture version of himself and smile up at him, he remembered Harry taking that one, it was just before he accused her cat of eating Scabbers.

However, she had things that Ron would have never associated with Hermione, ever, things that made him feel hot and uncomfortable as he pictured why Hermione would have them. Firstly, she had a small pile of make-up littering part of her desk, where a small mirror stood. He was sure he'd never seen her wear make-up before. There was also a box on her beside table which held a small mound of jewellery, Ron was certain he had never seen Hermione wear any type of jewellery before - excluding the time turner of course. He turned around to look at the opposite side of her room, and came face to face with the most un-Hermione like thing he had ever seen. Hanging on the door of the wardrobe, near Hermione's open trunk, was a pretty, pink, silk dress, he couldn't help but stare and try to picture Hermione in the dress, but he couldn't do it. He had always thought Hermione was beautiful and that she would look amazingly more so in a dress but he couldn't picture he in one to save his life. He could however picture her in others ways which made him blush deep crimson.
"Hey, sorry about that, my mum keeps moving my stuff so I can't find anything, what's the matter?" Hermione asked all in a hurry not particularly paying attention as she shoved a pile of clothes into her trunk.
"N...nothing" Ron replied blushing further as Hermione bent over her trunk, her top lifting revealing the smooth skin of her back. Ron looked away quickly as she got up, unhooked the dress from the wardrobe and carefully placed it on the top of her trunk.
"What's the dress for?" he asked curiously. His curiosity grew and she turned a delicate shade of pink.

"Oh, well, you know, wait, you might not, did you're Hogwarts list include dress robes?" she asked, finally turning to face him.

"Yeah, Mum's going to get them when we're at the World Cup" he replied.

"Well, for girls, it said to bring either woman's dress robes, or a dress. I wonder what it's for." She mused, a small dent forming between her eyes as she frowned. "Any ideas?" she asked, smiling at him. His ears felt hot.

"Haven't a clue, but Mum, Dad, Percy, Bill and Charlie have been acting all odd, they keep smirking at us all and saying it's going to be a busy year, but isn't it always?" He smiled back at her as she giggled.

"I guess, come on, I think tea's ready" She grabbed his hand and pulled him out her room. His heart leapt, and he couldn't keep the grin off his face. Maybe this year, something, might happen.

I will most likely be updating this story very soon, because I really want to get it finished, hope you enjoyed it so far! :D