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Harry, Hermione and Ron strolled into the Great Hall for their fifth dinner of Hogwarts in their 6th year.
"I'm bloody starving" Whined Ron pulling his legs over the stool
"You're always 'starving'" Hermione expressed while seating herself a little more graciously then Ron
Harry laughed, he was seated across from the two of them.
"Well i haven't eaten since this morning" Winged Ron, trying to shove a piece of bread in his mouth whole
"You're a pig Ronald Weasley" Stated Hermione
"OH!" Exclaimed Ron, bread falling out his mouth
Harry and Hermione looked at him and the falling bread as he was trying to say something.
"Haha haha" They all laughed and Hermione placed her hand to her face, rubbing her shaking head trying to steady her laughing.

The three of them had finished dinner and reached the Gryffindor common room, and decided to spend the evening there before they headed up to bed.
"Hey Harry, did you want to see that spell i was telling you about, i can show you if you like?" Asked Seamus, face as happy as anything, he was delighted to think that he would be showing Harry Potter a spell.
"Oh yeah, thanks Seamus, I'll be right there"
"Ron, Hermione, you guys don't mind do you?" Asked Harry; casually.
"Course not" Replied Hermione, pleased that Harry was excited
"Ehh, guess not" Mumbled Ron; disappointed.
Hermione nudged Ron, and gave him a stern look
"Thanks guys" Replied Harry, not picking up on Ron's mood. "Night" Echoed Harry following Seamus, downstairs.

"I wanted to play chess with him" mumbled Ron, disappointed.
Hermione felt a little bad for him, she didn't really want to play chess, she would rather double check her assignment for her Potions class, but she thought she had better offer; "I can play with you, if you'd like?" She had immediately regret asking.
"You? Chess?" Exclaimed Ron; accusatory.
She immediately snapped back, defending herself; "Yes Ronald, Me, Chess. You know i have watched you and Harry play it for about five years, and they do - although I'm sure you didn't know - but they do make books on wizard chess"
"Alright then" Let out Ron, a little taken aback that he had gotten her so worked up, he always bagged her and same did she do to him.

Hermione sat down across from Ron, and they began to play, Hermione choosing the white pieces so beginning the game, she immediately regretted her first move. Later that night they had finished the game, as to be expected Ron had won, although Hermione did cause Ron to sweat a little, something he had not expected to happen, playing Hermione.

"Good game" Ron said smiling.
"Yeah!" replied Hermione, biting her tongue; feeling like saying that 'the only reason he thought it was good because he won'.
As they packed up the chess pieces their hand went for the same piece, Ron's hand was warm, his hands were pale and he had quite long fingers. Ron had thought the same of Hermione's hands but hers were cold.
"Ahem" Ron cleared his throat, pulling his hand that had once touched Hermione's up to his mouth.
"Blimey, your hands are cold" let out Ron, trying to make what happened seem innocent and just friendly, but they knew that they had both kept their hands there for too long.
"I'm freezing; the common room is freezing." she replied.
"You're cold?" Asked Ron
"Just a little, i left my cloak in the hall" She replied.
Ron pulled his cloak off and passed it over to Hermione, knocking two chess pieces
"No it's ok Ron, honest, i don't want you to be cold" replied Hermione catching a rolling chess piece before it had dropped.
"Hermione! Take it" Ron said sternly.
"Thanks" She said, placing the cloak on her, it smelt like Ron, the delicious, brain melting aftershave, she had nearly smashed in his bathroom around a week ago, she immediately wanted to pull the collar up and inhale the smell, but she knew that she could not do that, especially with Ron right there.
"It looks good on you" Ron said with a half smile that hit his eyes and made them glisten. He really did think it looked good, although too big, it was good to see her in it; it had a 'W' on the left for Weasley. For a second he pictured her being a Weasley and it made him smile.

They finished packing up and sat on the smallest yet comfiest couch in the common room; it was everyone's favourite, surprisingly free.
"I'm gunna stay up and wait for Harry to get in" Said Ron.
"Ok, I'll wait too I'm not really that tired" She lied, she was tired but she didn't feel like going to bed, Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown; the girls she shared her dorm with, were out on dates, and she didn't feel like being alone on another Friday.
"Hey, Ron?" Asked Hermione; a little shakily.
"Yeah?" he said making eye contact.
"I...uh..." Hermione wanted to tell him so badly how she felt, but she was afraid, that he didn't feel the same. Ron looked confused.
"Hermione? you alright?" Said Ron, with a worried frown on his face?
"Yeah ah... I'm fine sorry, never mind" Replied Hermione, fear taking all her courage.
"Ah...Alright then" Ron said with a confused face, wanting so badly to know what she had wanted to say.

Hermione felt her eyes beginning to close, she tried to fight it but she was so tired. She fell asleep on the couch beside Ron.

Ron looked over to his left about to ask Hermione something, only to see that she had fallen asleep.
"I like you Hermione, i really like you" He mumbled, wishing that it could be that easy when she was awake.
Ron sat their looking at the small fragile girl who was wearing his cloak; he had had feelings for her ever since around 3rd year.

Time past, Ron stayed planted watching Hermione sleep, every now and then she would hiccup, he found that really cute. Her eyelashes pressing against the top of her pink cheeks they were long and dark, Ron thought she was... well beautiful.
Ron and Hermione's thighs were touching as the couch was small and Hermione had her legs tucked up. Hermione's head tilted inward to the centre of the couch towards Ron. Hermione's head moved and she groaned, she had placed her head on Ron's toned chest and pulled her arm over his waist. Ron felt uncomfortable to begin with; he stayed still daring not to move, clenching his jaw tight, his whole body stiff and rigid. He was unsure of whether he should move her, or wake her up. He decided to leave her there, he kinda liked it; he could feel her chest against his chest expanding as she breathed in. He had never been this close to Hermione ever before. He pulled his arm out that she was partially lying on and hesitantly put it around her waist on her lower back. She was warm and her hair smelt like Strawberries, he leaned his chin and strong jaw line on the top of her head. Ron liked having Hermione there.
Not too long after her fell asleep, still cradling Hermione.

Harry came into the common room, not long after Ron had fallen asleep. His clothes were torn and his face a little dirty, but he was most pleased with himself that he had learnt a new spell. Harry saw Ron and Hermione asleep; they were cradled up, Ron slightly lying and Hermione leaning over him, her head on his chest and arm over his waist. Ron had his arms over Hermione and was holding her tightly to his body. Harry smiled and grabbed the blanket from the chair in the corner and placed it over the two of them before heading up to bed himself.