A/N: Just another drabble, not as greatly written but I just wanted to write it before I forgot.

During the summer before Harry arrives, I enjoyed sleeping in Ron's room. It wasn't anything dirty or perverted. I just took the most innocent naps on top of his bed. Heck I wouldn't even go under his covers.

I would be tired and would want to take a nap and everywhere else was always to noisy, in my opinion. So I would leave Ginny's room, she wouldn't notice, seeing on how she's always listening to music as loud as possible and dancing to it, walk on over to Ron's room and knock on the door.

I would count to five then hear 'Who's there?' I would then respond 'Me' I would then count his steps, one, two, three, four, hear him jiggle the doorknob for a few then fully open it. He would look down and smile; I would lean back and smile. He would step to the side. I would step in and sit on the end of his bed. He would return to his desk and turn around in his chair. He then, would smile raise his eyebrows, first his right then left. I would yawn and ask if I can take a nap in his room seeing on how it was too noisy anywhere else. He would nod his head and say 'Sure, I'd like the company' turn around and pretend to work on his homework, but I knew that instead he was doing everything else but his homework.

I would lean back onto his bed, on top of the covers, and pretend to fall asleep with my face still facing the ceiling. I would open one of my eyes and take a peek at Ron "working" at his desk. I would close that eye count to ten and turn on to my right side.

I know that right as I turn, Ron stops working, assumes I am asleep, and walks over to the bedside, one, two, three, four, kneels down in front of my face. He would then lean in, I would feel his warm breath against my face, and this signals me to start counting. One, two, three, four.

He then does it, he reaches out and gently pull one my curls until it is straight and the lets go of it and would watch it curl back to it original place. He would do this for twenty more times; while he does this I enjoy the fact that he is so close to me. I would enjoy the smell of his breath, of chocolate, the way his hair would sometimes tickle my face, and just the fact that I know he thinks I am asleep.

After twenty times, I would make a little sound he would suddenly freeze, drop his hand to his side and stand up to walk away. I would open one of my eyes and watch him work at his desk. I used to have small joy out of this whole ritual.

But one day I got bored of just taking innocent "naps". So I went into Ron's room and did the usual. As soon as turned over to my right side though, I decided to do it, I decided that today was the day I was going to kiss Ron. I felt him lean in. I started counting to four. His lips were so close to mine, I could feel him getting closer and before I could close the gap and kiss him, he kissed me right as I reached the number four.

Let me just say this, I now really enjoy going to Ron's room, but not to take most innocent naps anymore.