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Chapter 1
Hermione walked down the stairs bored out of her mind, and decided to curl up on the common room couch. Very soon she was all too aware of the deafening silence save for the persistent ticking of the clock.
Becoming irritated, she found herself glaring at the clock and twitching as every second went by, hoping someone would save her from the irratence of the ticking.
Hoped shined in her eyes as she lifted her head up at the sound of the common room door opening. Harry chose that second to walk through the portrait hole and drop into the chair directly across from Hermione; merely nodded to acknowledge her presence.
Hermione nodded back to him returning to her vengeful glaring at the clock when it was apparent there was no conversation to be made.
Awhile later Ron barged into the room interrupting what Hermione had fondly decided was semi-comfortable silence. "THERE YOU TWO ARE," he yelled loudly, startling them both out of their revers.
The pair simply turned to stare at him as he ranted about his inability to find them. "By the way," he stated thoughtfully, "why haven't y'all been around lately? I would factor it to the relationship but that seems vastly unstable at the moment. Y'all should go do something." Ron stated ending his insightful babble.
Soon Ron started to get wigged as they kept staring at him.
"Stop staring at me! This is YOUR FAULT!,"he yelled in panic. "YOU SHOULD HAVE NEVER DATED" he screamed hysterically as he ran up the dorm stairs.
They simply stared as the door slammed shut behind him, the echo's of his yelling still ringing through the room.
In motion the two blinked then slowly turned to look at each other. "So...erm...wanna have sex?" Harry asked. sigh "Not really" Hermione said looking down at the paint chipping off her nails. "Right" Harry droned and turned back to stare into the fire.
Hermione winced as the ticking of the clock again hit her eardrums. "Wanna make-out instead?" she asked, desperate to rid herself of the inistant ticking.
Harry turned with slight interest sparking in his eyes. "Alright" he agreed as he trudged over to the couch Hermione was sitting on. Harry then leaned over and placed his lips upon hers. Mechanically, Hermione reached up and put one hand on the back of his neck; the other on the back of his head, pulling him closer.
Harry moved his hand from the arm of the couch to her upper arm, pulling her even closer; their lips melding together in a practiced motion. They pulled apart slowly, and gaged each others reaction.
"erm...yeah" Harry mumbled. "Right...so...erm...bed?" Hermione suggested. "Bed" Harry agreed nodding enthusiastically. Harry and Hermione then both hastened off to their respective rooms, lay down, and then, went to sleep.