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Music flowed through the air, as the piano man's fingers flew up and down the keys. It was only he who inhabited the room just now, or so he thought. The warmth of the fire crept along his freckled feet as he carried the melodious tune. A pair of honey eyes were on him, loingly sweeping over his features. His ginger hair was a mop, as usual, and his freckles stood out more than usual, due to the lack of sun exposure during these winter months. His icey blue eyes sparkled with the passion he held for his music. Hermione padded over to the piano, behind him. Ron's fingers began to slow, playing the last few bars of the composition. Finally, he struck the last key, and smiled.
"Ron." Hermione whispered.
He jumped, "Oh! Hermione! What're you doing there? I was just... um... fooling around on the piano."
"That was beautiful." she said in the same tone.
"Erm.. thanks." he said hastily. "I-I'd better go. We have to get up early tommorrow to get to platform 9 3/4 on time." Ron got up to leave, but Hermione caught his arm.
"Ron, why must you be so clumsy?"
His face went red. "I havent tripped over anything!"
Hermione smiled softly, "Such a beautiful song, such a horrible excuse to leave." Her eyes wandered to his lips, which were currently curled into a small frown. She became entranced in them. They seemed so kissable, so pink and oh so juicy-
"Is there something on my face?" Ron asked.
"Er... no. Sorry." Her gaze moved to his shoulders. How she would love to rest her head upon his shoulders and just stay ther for hours, feeling his body heat radiating off him.
"Um, Hermione this is a bit akward." Ron stated, moving Hermione's attention back to his lips. "Can I-" she had put a finger to his lips.
"Six years." she said, "Six years I've wanted to kiss you. Since the day I met you." Hermione searched his eyes, and what she saw was shock and amusement.
"Really?" He said, begining to smile. "Your hormones kicked in early." Hermione looked down in embarassment. "I've only wanted to kiss you since second year." Hermione looked up with a grin on her face.
"Oh, just kiss me!" In one graceful motion, Ron leaned forward, pressing his lips to Hermione's and grabbed her waist, pulling her small form against his.
In the doorframe, stood the twins, laughing silently at the awaited scene before them. "You two took forever!" said Fred.
"Yeah, we thought Hermione would have cracked much sooner than this." George commented.
Hermione blushed, and Ron's face contorted into anger. "Oh shut it, you two!"
"Hey we woke up because YOU were playing the piano at ungodly hours of the night. It's one in the morining!" Fre ranted.
" Besides that, you messed up the fourth bar. You played it too high." George criticized.
"My ASS I played it wrong!" Ron stormed to the piano and began playing again.
Hermione and Fred soon went to bed and George and Ron stayed up until dawn discussing the third bar of Ron's music peice, and how it should properly be played.
That night, Hermione fell asleep with the thought of her and Ron's first kiss. Surely it wasnt their last.
A/N: Yes I know the end was dodgy! It was late, and I had no caffeine! Ok, so, overall what did yo uthink. Please review.