Hermione's POV

Wow. That's all I can think about right now. Wow, as in 'Wow, I never knew Ron would have abs, broad shoulders, or arms like that', and 'Wow, I can't believe I'm still thinking about it'. I must have been staring, but I couldn't help it. I've never imagined what he would look like shirtless, and then just seeing it without knowing he was even there was just, dare I say mind blowing. I think he caught me staring too, which is the worst part. And the fact that he plays it off so nonchalantly, ugh why can't I do that! Why must I be the one to analyze every single detail in order to get the whole story, while these boys just think nothing of it.

He offered to carry my stuff; I'm perfectly capable to carry my own things, but the way he asked. I just couldn't say no. We were walking close together through the corridors it was pretty dark since it was almost midnight. I tried to sneak his broom away from him so we would both be carrying something.

"Oi! What are you doing?" I was able to get his broom and scare him a bit. Double point.

"I'm carrying your broom, so you don't have to carry everything," he looked at me as if he was going to say something but looked away.

"You have a really lovely voice" changing the subject. I thought he forgot about that, I can't believe I actually sang out loud, how embarrassing.

"Thank you; it's a pretty old song from this Muggle music group named The Beatles,"

"The Beatles? Blimey, what kinds of names are these Muggles coming up with?"

"They have a lot of other songs too, but that one always just stays in my head,"

"Well, you sing it really well," he said now looking at me and laughed in the pause. "You're at the top of every class, come up with brilliant solutions when we're in a trap, and you can sing! I bet you're going to fly away on that broom with perfect speed any second now huh,"

"You know I don't like flying, and besides those trait come from practice. Unlike you I don't have any natural traits,"

"Unlike me? Unlike me! Hermione, what traits could I possibly have,"

"You're extremely funny, an amazing keeper, and you were able to score the job of being a prefect," his face soften as he looked down at me. He's also tall, real tall. Before he spoke, his face drooped down a bit.

"Bill and Percy were both Head Boy, Charlie was Team Captain, and don't even get me started on what level of funny I am compared to Fred and George," he looked away "Give me one, just one thing that only I can do. Go on, think about it," I did, I couldn't think of anything. Either another person was able to do it too or it would be something like 'You're the youngest boy in the family' but I could already hear him say 'Oh yeah, that's good for hand-me-down everything, getting picked on, and never being able to match up to them' or something like that. I was beginning to feel bad, I really couldn't think of anything. Before I knew it, we were already in the common room, painting shut behind us and everything. The fire was still on though, which just gave the scene a bit more intimacy than needed.

"You're the only one I know who smells like cinnamon," I said softly without thinking. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks after revealing my last aroma from the Amortentia potion. I was staring down from the shock of saying that and the fact that Ron wasn't saying anything either. I looked up to see his confused face. After our eyes met, he realized what I had meant (hopefully).

"Oh…" he said in a shy low voice. I grabbed my bag from him hand and gave him back his broom. I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek.

"Goodnight Ronald," I smiled and left to walk up the staircase towards my dormitory. I couldn't hear him walking away, I could only assume that he would be touching his cheek at this moment. I find light seeping out of the spaces from the door. Who could possibly be awake at this hour?

"Ah! Hermione, where have you been on this night?" It was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil talking up a storm no doubt.

"Yeah, why were you out so long?"

"I was talking a shower, hence the wet hair," I have no idea how I managed all these years without placing a silencing charm on those two.

"Oh yeah, your hair did seem less puffy than usual. But what was the hold up, you left like at 10," Lavender asked

"What I do is none of your concerns," I started putting my washing supplies away.

"You think she was with a boy?" Parvati asked Lavender

"A boy!"

"But then again don't you already have a boy, Victor Krum?"

"We were never together, he just asked me to the Yule Ball" I said truthfully

"Why? He has been number one on our list since fourth year," Lavender sighed

"Maybe I just didn't want him?" I said mater-of-factly

"There was someone else wasn't there?" Parvati started "Who could Hermione Granger be crushing on at Hogwarts that's better than Krum?"

"You guys are unbelievable," I said flopping onto my four-poster bed.

"You know what I think Parvati?"

"What?"

"I think, and wouldn't be surprised if it was Harry Potter or that Ron Weasley. They hang around enough and are inseparable at times,"

"Hermione, you're so lucky, hanging around Harry all the time like that,"

"He's just a friend Parvati, I don't even think about him like that," I said now sitting on my bed.

"But that Ronald Weasley…" she did not just use his full name. Only I use his full name.

"If you guys don't end this conversation I'm taking ten points off from Gryffindor,"

"Ooo! I hit a sore spot. So it is Ron!"

"But why? He's as charming as one of those Blast-Ended Skrewts we had to take care of that one year"

"That's it! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Could they not just leave this alone? It's enough trouble in my mind. I don't need it on the outside too. I waved my wand to turn off the lights and laid down on my bed.

"He'd fall for any girl who'd give him the time of day," Lavender kept whispering to Parvati. I was going to say something, but it would be better if they thought I couldn't hear them. "He gets so clueless after I smile at him. It's so fun to watch,"

"I kind of want to see how fast he would fall for a girl, then how sad he'd be when she would have realized what she has done," Parvati said in soft giggles.

"That can be arranged," they both laughed once more.

This can't be happening. How can they plot against Ron like that! I have to tell him, after our Prefect meeting. I just hope he doesn't take the news too bad. They kept whispering and giggling so I shot a light out of my wand. They were quiet after that. I was wide-awake though, images of Ron shirtless, in nothing but a towel kept flooding my mind. I would have also thought of his ginger hair and deep voice or his body structure and silly laugh, but I couldn't. Lavender's right, he would fall for any girl. I've know him for what seems like forever. I wouldn't want to risk him, not for all the winning arguments, or all the Outstandings in the world. He's worth too much.

A/N: Can you all say AWWWW lol. I feel as if I did a better job on Ron's POV. Ah well you decide. I think I'll be updating every Saturday and Wednesday, so keep reading and thanks for reviewing The story is somewhat unfolding now. I try to make my story fit with what the actual book so tell me if you think I'm trying hard enough so far. I haven't quite worked out on where exactly they are for their feeling towards each other so I'm just winging it right now. ;D

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