Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Nor do the characters. Only the plot is mine.

From the Previous Chapter: Fred and George looked back down at the parchment in their hands. "Favorite food… strawberries…" said George writing it down.

"You kissed a girl and didn't tell me," said Ron glaring at him. Before Harry could think of a comeback for Ron's question, Ginny spoke from the bottom of the stairs that led to the girl's dormitory.

"Hermione do you have any more of those strawberries left that you were eating yesterday," she asked?

"Sure, Ginny. They're in my trunk," said Hermione. She turned back to Harry and Ron. However, Fred, George, Ron, and the rest of the common room were now looking at her. "What," she said?

"Strawberries?" said Fred and George together in one breath.

"You were the one with the strawberries," said Ron. Ron turned to Harry. "You kissed Hermione!" he exclaimed.

Harry's eyes flew to Hermione who was staring at him with wide eyes. Harry raised his eyebrow in the silent question. "Do we tell him," he asked? In response to his question, Hermione stood up, grabbed both their hands, and pulled them up the staircase that led to the boy's dormitory. Once inside she cast several silencing charms, because she knew this was not going to be a silent conversation.

"Ron sit down." she said. He sat, not quite sure what to expect. Hermione looked at Harry. Harry looked at Ron.

"Ron we're dating." said Harry. Ron looked back and forth between the two of them and said two words.

"About time."

"What?" Harry and Hermione asked together.

"Oh, come off it." said Ron. "You two have been staring at each other ever since this summer. I was bound to notice at some point."

"So you're okay with this," asked Hermione?

"Sure, why wouldn't I be," asked Ron?

"No reason." said Hermione quickly. She was not giving him any reason to dislike her relationship with Harry.

"So," said Ron in a side whisper to Harry. "Tastes like strawberries?" Harry smiled at Hermione.

"Strawberries." agreed Harry. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. Yes, she still tasted like strawberries. He thought.

"Okay," said Ron. "You cannot be doing that in front of me." However, they did not hear him. They were already too involved in their kiss. "This is where they quit paying attention to me," Ron said to himself. Ron left them alone in their private world and went back down to the now buzzing common room. However, when Ron walked in it became quiet again.

"Where are Harry and Hermione?" George and Fred asked.

"They're busy," said Ron. However, a minute later Harry and Hermione came down the stairs and crossed the common room to sit next to their best friend. This time Harry felt he was allowed to sit next to Hermione. No one said anything when their hands intertwined, and it was so obvious to everyone in the common room that Hermione Granger, aka, the bookworm, and Harry Potter had just been snogging from their swollen lips and Hermione's disarrayed hair. However, Ron just shook his head and went back to pretending that he was doing his homework.

Author's Note: Thank you for those of you that replied to the very first chapter of Strawberry Kisses. Yes, I have decided to continue with this story. I do not know how long it will be. As the reader it is your job to tell me when it starts to get too drawn out. Then I know it's time to call it quits. Thanks go out to Nellis Daughter of Athena, badboys8520, and topdog19 for giving me my very first reviews and some helpful comments. Thank you to those you added this story to your favorite list. It made my day to see that someone besides me liked my story. Trying to update ASAP, WG13