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A/N: I wrote this a while ago, hope you enjoy it and please review! :)
Ron was such an idiot. He got jealous for no reason, ate like a pig and was always copying work from me. So why, Hermione asked herself, did it feel like her stomach was flipping over whenever she glanced at him?They were only sat together doing homework while Harry was at quidditch practice. Nothing unusual in that.
"Well I'm done with my Divination homework, so I think that's it for the night" Ron said throwing his quill down just as Hermione was writing the last sentence of her Ancient Runes essay.
"Well, I've finished too," she replied, "What should we do now? It's ages until Harry gets back."
"Fancy going for a walk, it's really hot in here, I could do with some fresh air."
"Sure," Hermione exclaimed, she realised afterwards, just a little too enthusiastically.
Ten minutes later they were by the lake and Hermione's teeth were starting to chatter with the cold. Ron, uncharacteristically sensitively, noticed and Hermione suddenly felt warm fingers enveloping her own. They stood for a moment their hearts beating fast before Hermione looked up at Ron and smiled. He blushed and looked away hurriedly, letting go of Hermione's hand, but he was smiling too.
Something had changed for the two of them that cold November night.