HG:

I can't believe how close I got to telling Ginny last night! I practically just spoke the words straight to her. I could sense her maybe suspecting so I have to stop talking, dropping hints. I tug on my school robes as Ginny enters from the bathroom and turns her back to me. Her towel is so close to slipping off and I turn away quickly not wanting to get caught staring. I hear her clothes rustling and when I think she's done, I turn around again. She is done, and is tying her shoes. I wait for her, like I do every morning as she scrambles around looking for her books.

"You ready?" I ask and she nods. We walk down the stairs and exit the common room through the portrait door. As we walk, our arms graze each others, but neither of us pulls away. That would be recognition that we were touching in the first place. I want so very much to hold her hand. It's all I'm thinking about. I stick out one of my fingers gently so it can graze her hand as my arms do. Soon, it starts grazing just one finger and I look down. It seems like one of Ginny's fingers is purposefully touching mine as well! But, what if she isn't thinking of it that way? What if it's just an accident? My finger acts without my brain telling it too. It brushes the tip of Ginny's finger and then stops, sticking to hers and then curls around it. What am I doing? What is she thinking? I'm about to pull back when she curls her finger around mine too. I can't believe it! What's going on? I cock my head towards Ginny and she looks at me too, a tentative smile forming on her face. So she does realize that something is happening! I smile back at her and we're walking towards the Great Hall our two fingers entwined.

RW:

We kissed once. We swore not to tell anyone, ever, or ever talk about it. It happened in third year, after Sirius broke my leg. It was just Harry and me in the Hospital Wing. He was already healed but I had a few more days.

We were just talking and he was sitting next to the bed leaning over me his hand lightly touching my arm. He then asked, "Have you, ever been kissed before Ron?" It was so random, and I was so shocked I couldn't even answer. Harry was so flustered that he asked the question and started squirming in his chair. I thought he was going to leave and I didn't want him to so I clasped his hand, surprising us both. He then leaned cautiously forward and his lips touched mine and I started to react, kissing him back. But then Hermione came rushing into the Wing and we both jumped. Harry stood up, accidentally hitting my leg. My eyes were burning from the pain. But not the pain of the leg. The pain of realization that I didn't want him to stop kissing me.

When I was healed enough for Madame Pomfrey to let me go, I rushed to the dormitory thinking Harry would be there waiting for me, and maybe I could tell him how I felt. But when I got there, Harry was sleeping even though it was only 7. I walked over to him and brushed his shoulder. He jumped awake.

"Harry, I," I tried to say but he stopped me.

"Ron. It's too weird, we can't.. do that," he said avoiding my eyes.

I felt my heart fall, but I said, "Yeah, that's, er, what I was going to say too," feeling my insides curl at the lie.

"Good," he said And as I turned to go back to the common room, he whispered, "No one, can know."

"I know," I said, and that was the last we spoke of it.

"Ron? Ron! Get up, you're going to miss breakfast!" Harry's voice brought me out of my memory. I look at him. He's wearing only his boxers and drying his hair with his towel. I close my eyes and open them again.

"I'm up," I say and stand up to change into my robes. As Harry reaches down to pick up his robes his back muscles tense and I moan to myself staring longingly at the boy I'll never have. Harry hears me, but takes my moan as a sleepy one and smiles. When we're ready we rush down to breakfast. I see Hermione and she looks up at me and smiles, I force a smile and go to sit down next to her. She's sitting there with Ginny on her other side and they're laughing about something. Girls. I could never like them.

GW:

I can't believe what happened on the way to breakfast!! I had no idea what Hermione was thinking, but soon I couldn't take it anymore and just gave in to what my hand wanted to do, and she didn't pull away. We walked like that all the way to the Great Hall, and no one seemed to notice anything different, but I still held on tighter in case her finger were to slip away.

"Hey," I hear Ron say and I see him kiss Hermione. I look away, immediately feeling my good mood slip a little bit. But then Hermione looks at me, and she's smiling at me and I can't help but smile back. She then whispers in my ear, "Look at his hair!" I look at my brother's hair and I see that his hair is sticking up in weird places and he still has a ponytail half-hanging out. I burst out laughing and Hermione laughs with me leaning her head on my forehead for a second, before taking another bite of toast. I don't know what convinces me to do this, but I tentatively place my index finger on Hermione's knee then the rest of my hand falls into place. I hold my breath waiting for her to move away, or react. But she just continues talking with Harry as if nothing has happened. Is that good or bad? I don't know and I'm starting to freak out a little bit. But then Hermione looks at me and smiles and there wasn't any reason for her to do so. She places her own hand on top of mine and I gasp not expecting her to do this. Her thumb starts to stroke my hand then she continues to talk to Harry. I think she's trying to convince him to study for this upcoming test in History of Magic, but I tuned out listening a long time ago.

All of a sudden, I notice Harry is staring at me strangely.

"Wait, what?" I say trying to concentrate on Harry. Hermione laughs and squeezes my hand before resuming her stroking motion.

"I asked you, if you wanted to hang out it Hogsmeade with me this weekend Hermione's spending the day with Ron, and well, do you want to?" Harry asks me. My eyes glance towards Hermione and she smiles a little at me.

"Sure, I'd love to, Baby," I say and kiss him across the table. I feel Hermione's hand stiffen and she pulls it away and places it on the table. I flinch and turn away from her not wanting to see her face.

HP:

Crap. I'd felt obligated to ask Ginny to spend the day with me, but I so didn't want to. I glance at Ron with his messy hair and smirk to myself. I hadn't had the heart to tell him about his stray hair tie this morning. I'd gotten… sidetracked.

"Ow!" Ron yelps. I turn to the girls across the table to see what had caused this and I guessed Ginny had done it because she's laughing and Hermione's already left for class. Ron's rubbing his leg with his hand and I am overcome with an unwelcome flashback.

I've always regretted my decision in third year not to tell Ron how I felt about him. All my kisses with Ginny added up were not even close to how wonderful that one kiss with Ron had been.

All of a sudden I feel an elbow dig into my ribs. I look at Ron who's looking at me strangely. I realize I have a goofy half-smile half-frown on my face. I quickly wipe my expression off y face and say in what I hope is an innocent tone, "What?"

Ron smiles hugely at me, and I can feel my knees grow weak. "Nothing," he says, "Come on, we'll be late for Transfiguration." He puts his hand around my arm and pulls me up and I jerk away at this unexpected movement. He quickly withdraws his hand and blushes. "Sorry," he whispers. I'm so embarrassed. Any chance I would ever have had with him disappearing in the blink of an eye. "Not a problem," I mumble back, "See you, Ginny," I say and realizing kissing her would make my mood worse I smile at her and leave the Great Hall behind Ron.

I curse myself as Ron goes out of his way to avoid eye-contact.

"Ron.."

"What?" He snaps, but not in an angry way. I don't know how he's feeling.

"Er, I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jerk away like that," I say awkwardly staring at the ground, hoping Ron will read my double meaning behind my words. Usually after we apologize about something the other jabs us in the rib, as a sign of forgiving.

I sigh, when Ron only mumbles something like, "It's okay."

"What, no rib jab?" I say joking around and poke him. He flinches and starts walking a little faster.

"Ron? I don't… I don't want us to not be able to touch each other."

"Then, what was that in there?" he shoots at me.

"Ron, I told you, I didn't mean to pull away, I just had other things on my mind, and you shocked me!" I explain to him.

"What other things?" he inquires.

"Just… other things," I say not wanting this particular topic to press any harder.

Ron glares at me. He always hates it when he knows I'm keeping something from him. He continues walking to Transfiguration.

I walk quickly to catch up with him. Going against my better judgment I begin to ask the question I've been wanting to ask for a long time. "Do you ever… recall what happened third year?" I feel my cheeks redden and my heart beat faster as I realize what I've just asked him.

Ron is quiet, he's not saying anything. We're at the classroom now and we both stop at the door. He knows I'm still waiting for an answer.

He looks at me, not exactly in the eye but close enough. He says, "Every day." Then finds a desk in the back of the room next to Seamus.

I stand in the door still trying to figure out the meaning of Ron's words. I stand there for so long Professor McGonagall has to ask me to find a seat. I look around and see the only available seat is in the second row next to Neville. I quickly sit down, then turn my head around and see Ron who seems extremely interested in his fingernails. "Mr. Potter, could you please direct your attention to me," Professor McGonagall says. I turn towards her but my attention is far from being on her.