The next day, Hermione awoke slowly, her senses taking their time returning to her. The first thing she felt was the warmth of another person in bed with her. Instantly, she was reminded of the event the transpired the day before. Her eyes snapped open, looking around. She recognized Ron and Harry's room, Ron asleep in her field of view. Guessing where she was, Hermione closed her eyes and smiled, snuggling closer to Harry. She was felt his arm drape over her, pulling her close to him, and she felt safe. Slowly, Hermione let herself fall back asleep in Harry's arms.

Meanwhile, Harry was having the greatest dream. The details were fuzzy in his mind, but he could clearly see Hermione with him. They seemed to be at park, asleep on a blanket. It was all so real. Harry could feel Hermione pressed up against him. He could feel her every curve against his body. Slowly, the dream slipped away, and Harry found himself in his bed in his and Ron's room, awoken by a small movement against him. Harry was confused. He knew he was asleep, but what was this in his bed with him? He moved his head on the pillow, and was assaulted by a mess of bushy, brown hair. Every sense in his body suddenly awake, Harry's eyes snapped open. He jumped out of bed as he saw Hermione pressed up against him, as in his dream.

Hermione rolled over, groaning and lazily opening her eyes to look into Harry's. "Morning Harry."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Harry yelled.

"No need to yell, Harry," Hermione said softly, pushing herself up into a sitting position, "Don't want to wake the entire household."

"What's all the ruckus?" Ron asked, rolling over and rubbing his eyes. He looked at Hermione in Harry's bed, then to Harry. His eyes widening, Ron jumped from his bed, pointing at Harry.

"YOU!" he said angrily.

"Wotcher, Ron," Hermione said, "Don't you remember what happened last night?"

Ron stopped, looking confused for a second. Anger again registered in his face as he accosted Harry. "YOU SLEPT WITH HERMIONE?"

Harry held his hands up in defense, unable to speak.

Ron continued angrily, "What was so bloody important that you chose sleeping with Hermione over saying?"

Harry shook his head, looking down, ashamed.

"That's none of your business, Ron," Hermione replied, getting out of the bed.

Ron threw his hands up in disgust, and stormed out of the room. Hermione turned to Harry. "Well that didn't go well."

"You're telling me," Harry replied, rubbing his face. "Hermione, why couldn't you leave it alone? What makes who I like so important, that you would sleep with me to get it out?"

"Well, maybe I wanted to sleep with you anyways" Hermione replied coyly, smirking at Harry's stunned face. Harry sat back on the bed, putting his face in his hands. After a while, he spoke.

"Hermione, you have no clue how hard you're making this" Harry said, shaking his head.

"Harry, it doesn't have to be that hard." Hermione said, sitting down next to him. She put her head on his shoulder and looked up at him, while putting her hand on his leg.

"Just tell me," she purred, "I won't laugh. I promise."

Harry sat bolt upright when he heard her tone. He sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this, and he had succumbed to her. Harry looked down at Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

"You really want to know?" Harry asked, weary.

Hermione sat straight up and nodded, smiling up at him. Harry closed his eyes for a second, then put his arms on Hermione's shoulder, pulling her close, and kissed her. He tried to put all the emotion he was feeling for her into that one kiss.

Hermione was surprised for a second, but quickly recovered. She pressed herself against him as best she could, feeling a warmth wash over her. She could feel his emotion, everything he was trying to say. Hermione was trying to put everything she could into kissing him. Suddenly, all the warmth drained from her, and her lips felt cold. She opened her eyes to see Harry looking back at her. Hermione whimpered slightly, wanting to feel his warmth again. Harry looked down at her, blushing slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

"Now you know." Harry said quietly.

Hermione smirked. "I'm not so sure I do, Harry. Mind telling me again?"

At Harry's surprised expression, Hermione grabbed him, pulling him into another kiss. Hermione again felt the warmth wash over her, as she pressed herself against Harry. Harry's arms slid around her waist, and had started rubbing her back. Harry pulled back again, smiling this time. Again he heard Hermione whimper as the warmth left her. Harry stood, and walked out of the room, leaving Hermione on his bed. Harry searched for Ron, finding him alone in the Weasley kitchen. Ron was brooding over a cup of what looked like coffee. "Ron," Harry started, but was cut off.

"Why? You know I like her, Harry, you know it, and yet, you did it anyways." Ron said, still looking at his mug.

Harry walked foreword slowly. "Ron, it's not like I had a choice. Either way you were going to get hurt."

Ron's head snapped around to look at Harry. "What would have hurt worse than knowing you slept with her? What, Harry?"

Harry was slowly stepping back, as Ron advanced on him again, "You knew how I felt, how I still feel. I thought you would honor that. You could have told her. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been worse than effing sleeping with her! What was it? What secret was so important that you just couldn't tell her?"

Harry yelled back, "I told her I liked her!"

Ron stopped and just stood there, trying to process what Harry had told him. Harry sighed, realizing what he had said. "I'm sorry Ron," Harry said, "I didn't want to tell her. I wanted her to like you instead. I like her, but I know that you two should be together. She doesn't need someone like me, I'm a marked man. She needs someone safe, like you. I tried to just let it go, but she wouldn't have any of it, and then you came into the room, and she got in bed, and I couldn't tell her while you were there. Like I said, either way, you were going to get hurt. I'm sorry."

Harry looked up to see a now seething Ron, standing there with balled fists. With a yell, Ron jumped at Harry, knocking to the floor. Ron fell on top of him, and stared punching Harry as hard as he could. Harry didn't even try to push Ron off; he just lied there, taking the blows. Harry was suddenly aware that the beating had stopped, and he opened his eyes to see Hermione holding Ron back. She had followed Harry out of the room, pausing at the top of the stairs. She had heard Harry apologize, Ron accusing him. Hermione had just gotten to the bottom of the stairs when Ron attacked Harry. She ran over and pulled Ron off, holding him back as Harry lay there. What she saw that surprised her was that Harry hadn't even tried to defend himself, he just lied there. When Ron had calmed down, Hermione sat him on the couch, and went to Harry, who was trying to prop himself up. "Oh Harry, don't move. Just lay there."

Hermione ran to the kitchen, grabbing a towel before returning to Harry. She wiped off as much blood as she could, then look Harry over. He had a black eye, a bloody nose, and a fat lip. Harry smiled up at her, "So much for being normal."

Hermione smiled before turning on Ron, who was sitting there watching the pair with a disgusted look on his face. Hermione walked up to him. "What were you thinking? Beating on Harry won't solve anything."

"Yeah, but it felt good." Ron muttered.

"I don't care," Hermione scolded, "Why did you do it?"

"That' what I asked Harry," Ron said, "Why did he do it?"

"I beg your pardon?" Hermione asked, confused.

"I asked Harry why. Why did he sleep with you? Now I see. The question should be, why did you sleep with him?"

Hermione looked away, trying not to show her guilt. Ron looked at her, disgusted. "Don't answer that, there's no need. I can see it on your face. You wanted to do it. You wanted to sleep with him. Hermione, I don't get it. I thought you liked me. I sure as hell like you, or I did." Ron stood up turning away from her.

Hermione grabbed onto his arms. "Please Ron," She begged, tears coming to her eyes, "Please, hear me out."

Ron wrenched his arm away, looking over his shoulder at her. "Leave me alone" he said coldly, before walking out the back door, leaving Hermione there, the tears starting to fall. "Please Ron, come back!" she cried. Harry made his way over to her, putting his arm around her. Hermione turned and clung to Harry, sobs racking her body as she continued her pleas.

"Ron... Ron." Hermione sobbed. Harry put his arms around her, holding her tightly. With an angry glare, he watched the door his best friend left through.

A/N: So thats chapter two. I tried to make it a little longer, but it's going to be hard until later in the story, so bear with the short chapters. Again, Tell me what's good, what's bad, and what's ugly. Until next time...