Chapter 1

Hermione walked into Ron's room and watched him. She gazed at his shaggy red hair, which were hiding his eyes. Sighing, she tried to wake him up.

"RON! Ron, you have to get up! We've got to go to the station!"

"Hmergh." Ron rolled over and covered his face with the pillow.

"RONALD! Get up, you lazy git!"

Ron groaned. "Lemme sleep, 'Mione. I'm a growing boy."

Hermione sighed again. She went over to the windows and tore open the drapes, filling the room with light.

Ron's eyes burned. "HERMIONE!" He picked up his pillow and threw it at her. "Why can't you just let me sleep for five more minutes?!"

"We've got to be out of here by 10, and it's 9:30! Hurry up!"

Cursing, Ron got out of bed. Hermione, who was already dressed and ready, went to the bathroom. Ron scratched his head and got out some clean clothes. He undressed and put them on. Splashing water on his face, he blinked and got out his trunk. As far as he was concerned, he was as ready as he was going to get.

Ron sighed as he passed the bathroom and found Hermione. He leaned against the doorframe and his eyes watched her perfect body position her skirt in the mirror. She was skinny, but not too skinny. Her hair, which she had put up today, was lying just right in that red ribbon. Her eyes, nose, and mouth were positioned just right on her face.

Ron watched her soft, full lips longingly. As his eyes traveled down her body, they paused for a moment on her breasts. Although they had grown a little since last year, they still were quite small for her body. But to Ron, they were perfect. He loved every part of her, and wished he didn't have to hide how he felt. But if Hermione knew that he liked her, he knew he'd die of embarrassment. After all, that was the only reason he argued with her so much.

She had stayed with the Weasleys all summer, and they were rushing to get to the station on time for their last year at Hogwarts. They were to meet Harry there, and Ron couldn't wait. He hadn't seen Harry since school ended last year.

Hermione looked up in the mirror at Ron's reflection. Ron jumped, noticing that Hermione had realized he was watching her. Thinking fast, he made an excuse.

"Why do you bloody have to spend so much time getting ready? We're already late as it is!"

Hermione sighed. She knew Ron had been watching her, and she knew he liked her. It didn't bother her. In fact, she was quite amused by his little crush. But she wished he'd just come out and say it.

"Ronald, if you have such a problem with it, then why didn't you say something before? You've been waiting for me for almost 10 minutes." Hermione smiled, looking at the horror in Ron's eyes.

"I...I wasn't staring at you!" he replied, heart beating fast.

"I didn't say you were." Hermione raised an eyebrow, and laughed as Ron stomped his foot.

"Why do you have to make things so difficult, 'Mione!" Ron stomped away, embarrassed at almost spilling his secret.

Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed her bookbag and trunk. She started to follow after Ron. Well, if Ron's not going to do anything about his little crush on me, I guess I'm going to have to do it all myself, she thought.

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"Get in, get in, get in!" Mrs. Weasley cried as she pushed Ginny into the car. "You don't want to miss the train!"

Hermione stepped in and squished into the car next to Ron. She leaned against him as she tied his shoes, and he could feel the hook of her bra against her arm. When she turned around, she looked at him and noticed a tent forming in the area between his legs in his pants. Ron was trying to hide it by folding his hands over his lap, but his "part" was obviously pretty big, and it didn't work. Hermione smiled at the power she had over Ron. Ginny, noticing the bulge, giggled and turned away.

"Hermione, could you sit any closer?! Move over!" he said. His ears were turning red.

"All right, Ronald. You don't have to yell at me." She moved over and Ron relaxed.

Ron wasn't sure what he thought about Hermione sitting close enough to touch him. He liked it, but it was making him extremely nervous. How far away is the station? he thought to himself. Are we almost there? His erection was starting to kill him. Think about pudding, he thought. Pudding. Pudding. It was hard, especially with Hermione's thigh rubbing against his own.

The car swerved into a parking space. Ron ran into Hermione and his left hand accidentally pushed between Hermione's legs.

"Ow!" Hermione glared at him. Crap, he thought. He looked away, and his face was turning as red as his hair. PUDDING. PUDDING.

"Hurry up, out of the car!" Mr. Weasley opened the door and got their trunks out. "Ron, go find us a trolley."

Ron hurried away, relieved to be able to get away from Hermione. The throbbing pain between his legs started to go away. He found a few trolleys, all of which were missing wheels except one, whose wheels wouldn't move.

"RONALD WEASLEY, JUST CHOOSE A TROLLY AND LET'S GO!" barked Mrs. Weasley. The train was going to leave in less than 5 minutes, and she was fuming.

"Mum, they're all missing wheels!" Quickly, he grabbed one and threw his and Hermione's trunks on it. He ran to catch up with his parent, Ginny, and Hermione.

Hermione made sure her hair bounced in front of Ron. She liked to torture him, always trying to get him to finally do something about their relationship. Obviously, this plan wasn't working, and she had to do something else.

"TWO MINUTES UNTIL THE TRAIN LEAVES! RONALD, HURRY UP!" They all hurried through the wall of Platform 9 ¾. I could go faster if you didn't make me carry all of the luggage, Ron grumbled to himself.

They got their things put away and ran on the train just in time. Ginny was looking through all the compartments, trying to find Harry. Ron and Hermione followed.

"Where is he?" Hermione asked when they'd looked through the last one.

"I'm in here, you prats," Harry said. Ron whirled around and gasped. They didn't even recognize him.

"Hey, Ron." Harry waved to him. He was still Harry, alright, with those glasses and that scar, but he had grown his hair out and was much more buff and firm then he was when they left last year.

"Harry! We didn't even see you!" Hermione squealed, giving him a friendly hug. Ron glared at them, wishing he could have that kind of friendship with Hermione too. He sat down opposite Harry, and Hermione took a seat next to Ron.

Harry looked at Hermione. He didn't like her any more than a friend would like a friend, but he noticed that Hermione had become much prettier this summer. Her hair was more soft and curly instead of frizzy, and her body was more womanly than girly.

Harry looked at Ron, who looked pretty much the same. His robes were a little shorter on him, and his hair was longer, but he was still a tall, red-headed, freckly boy.

"So, erm...how have you been, Harry?" Ron asked. He wondered how he'd gotten so muscular in such a small amount of time.

"Tired. I've had to practice Quidditch three times a week with the team. I can practice now, since I don't have to spend summer with the Dursleys anymore."

The trio - and Ginny – talked and laughed for hours. Hermione laughed with everyone and had fun, but she was rather quiet. She was thinking about Ron.

He was staring at her again. Hermione looked at him, and Ron quickly looked away. She loved how he looked at her, without blinking, and just taking her in with his eyes. She was planning to do something...and she was going to do it soon.

The train stopped, and they started to get out. Hermione, realizing her chance, dropped her pen.

"Ron, could you get that?"

Waiting for Harry and Ginny to leave, she took a breath, and "accidentally-on-purpose" fell into Ron, making them both fall over. She made sure to press her breasts against his back, and ran her hand through Ron's hair, pretending to be looking for a spot to place her hand so she could get up. She made her lips brush Ron's neck briefly.

When they were both up, Hermione saw just what she wanted to see: a large bulge forming in the crotch of Ron's pants. She looked down at it and saw Ron's ears turn red.

"Do I excite you, Ronald?" she asked.

"Erm...I...no, it's just..."

Hermione smiled. "Ron, it's ok. Because you make my stomach flutter too." She giggled to herself after seeing the astonished look on his face as she walked out of the compartment.

A/N: I know this chapter was kind of short, but I was trying to introduce everything just right. I usually hate chapters that don't have any fluff or excitement in it, but just wait- upcoming chapters will be especially raunchy. ;) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE R&R! I love reviews, and they inspire me to write more.