Hermione was surrounded by a pile of books around her. She checked the clock and sighed heavily. Everyone else in the castle was surely asleep. Why did she insist on taking so many classes? Even though she had thought she knew the amount of work she would be receiving nightly, she was overwhelmed. She dragged a hand through her hair trying to push it back out of her eyes so she could see her book clearly. She was never going to finish.

Suddenly, she felt someone tap her shoulder and jumped. She hadn't heard anyone enter the room. Slowly, she turned to look who interrupted her.

"Harry! You scared me. Shouldn't you be in bed? It's awfully late."

"Me? I should say the same to you. Haven't you finished yet?" he responded while shaking his head in disbelief at everything around her.

Flustered Hermione told him, "It's just. The professors, they gave me so much work, and I have to complete it. And I have to correct it and then I have to study the course books and-"

"Hermione, the world is not going to end. It's alright." He said while taking her chin in his hand. There they were again. Those piercing green eyes. She felt all the muscles in her body relax. They had been so tense. His other hand then began stroking her arm. It was soothing. Nothing like this had ever happened between her and Harry. Yet, it felt perfectly natural. And just like that, he leaned in to give her a peck on the lips. It was incredible.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione." He whispered.

"HERMIONE!" I blinked profusely, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Gosh I've been calling your name trying to wake you up for ages. It's like you couldn't stand waking up from whatever you were dreaming about." Parvati scolded her and Hermione blushed. She hoped it went unnoticed.

She showered and got dressed in her robes for the day. Closing the door behind her she left to make her way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The entire way thinking of the strange dream from that morning. The way Harry had comforted her. And kissed her.

"Mione!"

"Wait up!" Ron and Harry called after to her while jogging to catch up.

"Sleep well last night?" Harry questioned while touching her arm with his hand. Her cheeks flushed as the memory came to her. "Uh, yes as usual. Nothing special of course. Just sleep. Yours?"

"Oh I'm pretty sure Harry's sleep was extraordinary last night. Better have been with all the talking he was doing in the middle of the bloody night. 'You look nice. I do like that.' I wish I had gotten to sleep!" Ron ranted. Harry then quickly nudged Ron looking embarrassed.

Soon they arrived at the Great Hall and they made their way other towards Dean, Seamus, Ginny, and Neville. Seamus stopped talking as soon as he spotted Hermione and avoided eye contact.

After eating they went to Transfiguration. They learned to turn a pillow into a lounge chair. Neville somehow managed to turn his into a monkey which frustrated Professor McGonagall. Other than that their classes were nothing but ordinary.

Later that night, Hermione made her way from the library to the common room. In her arms were a load of books on charms and magical forest creatures.

"Pixie Patrols," she mumbled to the Fat Lady. She stumbled through the portrait careful to not drop anything as she made her way over to a table by a sofa. She placed the books down and noticed soft snoring.

"Ron," she said while gently shaking him, "Ron wake up. You have to get up to bed. Ron!" He woke with a grunt and mumbled something sounding like her name. Seeing he was awake she began to walk over to sit next to him. But, she hadn't taken account of the way Ron's foot was blocking her path. Suddenly, she tripped over his foot and fell straight onto his chest.

"I'm, I'm sorry. I didn't see-" but she had started looking at his face. Her face growing redder by the second. His blue eyes were like ocean waves. Dark yet soothing. She placed her hand on his chest and began to push herself up. Ron's hand was now holding her wrist, stopping her from getting off of him.

"Ronald what are you doing?"

And with that, his lips where now over hers. Warm, and comforting. Surprisingly her lips were moving with his as if it were quite rehearsed. She scooted closer into his chest so that there was no space between them. She licked his bottom lip slowly and a moan escaped from his throat as his mouth opened. Their tongues explored each other and it was heaven. But, what was she doing? Ron was her best mate. This surely wasn't a situation in which friends were usually found. Though, she couldn't help the pleasure she was experiencing. Too soon, Ron pulled away.

"Mione I'm sorry but it's getting really late. I wish we could continue but we have classes in the morning."

"Right, right. Well, um, goodnight then."

"Yea, uh, goodnight."

They both stood and walked up the stairs to their rooms. Each pondering what had just happened.

Hermione climbed into bed and wrapped the covers around her pretending they were Ron's arms. She ignored the questions that were swarming around in her head. It was easy to fall asleep after that.

He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled off his pants. What had just happened? It wasn't as if he hadn't enjoyed it. That wasn't the case at all! His wildest dreams had just come true. But, does she feel the way about me the way I do about her?

"Ron who are you kidding? Hermione Granger would never go for you," he mumbled to himself. But, she had. He, Ron Weasley, had just snogged her for almost an hour. Should he ask Harry about it? No, he couldn't let anything get between their friendship. He had learned that fourth year. Yet, how was he ever going to figure this out?