Ron looked at Hermione walking down the staircase. She looked like angel in a delicate white gown, trimmed with baby blue lace. Her hair was curly, not one looked out of place. She looked breath taking, almost untouchable. Ron was dumbfounded.
Wow. She looks magnificent.
He heard a distant murmur. It was coming from the end of the corridor.
"Ron… Ron… wake up Ron."
He turned to Hermione with a pleading look.
"It's time, Ron. Go back to reality. Don't worry I'll be here tonight." She said reassuringly.
"No not yet. Please. I'm begging…"
"Ron!" Harry was shaking him. "Mate we're going to be late!" Ron looked around. The dormitory. He hid a frown.
"Come on! McGonagall is going to have our heads!" He said throwing Ron's uniform in his bed.
He groaned. "I don't want to go to class. I don't feel so good." Harry looked at him for a second before throwing his shoes towards the bed.
"Come on! You're just sleepy and lazy. Let's go!" He stomped his foot.
After getting dressed in five minutes, both teens went out the door. They ran down the corridor, and got to the room just in time.
"Hello, Weasley, Potter. So glad for you to join us. Take your seats and start taking notes." McGonagall said sternly.
"Where were you?" Hermione asked frustrated. "You didn't oversleep again did you?"
"No. Ron didn't want to wake up. I had to force him out of bed."
"What? I was having a good dream." He said sheepishly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Why am I not surprised?" Ron was about to talk back but McGonagall stopped him.
"Well, if you're done, can you please pay attention to the lesson? This will be on your test, and I'm not going to give you freebees." McGonagall said.
The lesson continued quietly, but every time Ron accidentally brushed against Hermione, it burned where she had touched him.
As the bell rang, Ron walked faster than the other two. He needed time to collect himself. Even her touch drove him crazy.
"Ron! Where are you going?!" Harry yelled across the corridor. Nobody paid any attention to the fleeting redhead, and to Hermione who was taking shortcut to where she though he was going.
Ron reached the dormitory in a daze, he didn't notice Hermione in Seamus' bed.
"You felt it too, didn't you?" She asked quietly.
"Hermione. I didn't notice you there." He said wide-eyed. She remained the same, though she took a step closer to him.
How did you get here so fast? Where's Harry?"
"I don't know. Asked you a question, you felt it too didn't you?"
"What do you mean?" He answered nervously.
"Answer me. You felt it didn't you?"
"Yes. If you mean by the burning sensetation, I did." He said looking at the floor.
"Well, why don't you do something about it?" She took a step closer.
"I don't know. I like kiss me, or caress me, or even take me."
Ron's head snapped from the ground to her, his eyes like saucers. "What?"
She shrugged looking up, "I wouldn't mind."
"You wouldn't mind?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Come on Ron, you and I have been beating around the bush for to long now."
"You don't know how long I've been sick of thinking of you. I have become addicted to you."
"Well," she said smiling and putting her arms around his neck, "Love is the best medicine. And I think I have the right one." She kissed him.
N/A: I came up with this while I was developing my other story, "Seeing Double.
Please R/R!!!!!!