A/N: I was recently inspired to write this Ron/Hermione romance. I have a wonderful boyfriend and people say he looks a lot like Ron(I think he's much cuter). And I have been compared to Hermione many times. So I kinda put a little of my own relationship into this...I hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling! I do not own any of these characters! sigh

"For Christmas Break Hermione went...er...skiiing. Yeah, I think that's what she called it. It's this thing where Muggles strap pieces of wood to their feet and go down a snow covered mountain. They do it for fun! It sounds so weird." Ron said before piling more mashed potatoes into his mouth. Mr. Weasley was going on about a Muggle sport that he had learned about recently.

"Awww...ickle Ronnikins is talking about his girlfriend again!" Fred said loudly to George.

"Isn't it precious?" George replied.

"Hush, you two." Mrs. Weasley reprimanded as the twins made kissy noises.

"She's not my girlfriend!" Ron yelled, knocking his chair over backward as he got up.

"Is little Ronny mad?" said Fred in a falsely shocked voice.

"May I be excused?" Ron asked his mother through gritted teeth.

"Of course, dear."

He threw down his napkin and stomped up the stairs to his room. He slammed the door behind him and plopped down on his bed.

'Why do Fred and George love to torture me like this?' Ron thought to himself. 'Why do they still live here anyway? The joke shop is supposed to be going so well. Why can't they just get a place of their own?' Ron rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling.

So what if he mentioned Hermione occasionally? He just made one comment at the dinner table...and there was one at lunch...and he said something about her while working in the yard this morning...and he had mentioned her during the Quidditch match last night.

'It doesn't mean anything.' he said to himself. But deep down he knew that it did. He couldn't get her out of his mind. He kept seeing her face. Suddenly, Ron realized it: he liked Hermione.

'Bloody hell! I DO like Hermione...But...There's nothing wrong with it. It's natural for a boy to like a girl.' he assured himself.

He rolled over and closed his eyes; he could see her. She was curled up in her favorite chair in the Gryffindor Common Room with her nose buried in a book. Her honey-colored eyes zoomed across the page as a strand of bushy hair escaped from behind her ear. Ron walked over to her; they were alone in the Common Room.

"Hello, Hermione."

"Oh! Hi, Ron." she said brightly as she closed her book and sat it down beside her. "What's up?"

"Hermione, I have to tell you something."

"What is it, Ron?" she asked as her eyes danced beautifully.

"I really like you, Hermione...as more than a friend, I mean. Do you think you would want to do something with me during the next Hogsmead visit?"

Hermione stood up and moved closer to Ron. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked smiling.

Ron woke to his mother knocking on the door. She poked her head into his room.

"Ron, I was thinking. How about sending Hermione an owl inviting her to stay with us this summer?"

'It was all a dream.' Ron thought to himself touching his cheek where Hermione had kissed him. A sick feeling settled into his stomach. He longed for it to be real. Just then, he realized what his mother had asked.

"Really?" he said sitting up quickly. "I mean...whatever you think" he added trying to sound casual.

Mrs. Weasley smiled. "Yes, I think you...er...well...ALL of us would like her to stay. Send Pig with a letter for her." She glanced up at the owl twittering around its cage. As Mrs. Weasley closed the door, Ron wondered if Fred and George's comments had anything to do with it. They had been saying things like, "How's your girlfriend, Ronnikins?" all summer. But right now he didn't care. Hermione was going to come and stay! He knew she'd come.

Ron jumped up and practically ran to his desk. He pushed his books onto the floor and dug in the drawer for a piece of parchment and a quill. As soon as he found what he needed, he positioned his quill above the parchment. He thought a bit and finally scribbled a short note.

Hermione,

Mum said that it would be alright for you to stay with us this summer. Please say that you'll come.

Ron

'There,' Ron thought as he read it to himself, 'that'll work.' He rolled up the parchment and went over to pig. He tied the letter to the owl's leg as it squirmed in his hands.

"Okay, Pig,' he instructed the owl as it zoomed around his head, "take this to Hermione and be sure to get a reply. " Ron watched as the little bird flew out into the night air and disappeared.

"Please come, Hermione," he whispered as he gazed at the stars, "please."