The couple sat in their Potions Master, Severus Snape's office. Their punishment was to write "I will not pass notes in class." 100 times.

Ron couldn't keep looking at Hermione. Everything about her, every little feature, was perfect. The way she moved her hair out of her face, the
way she chewed on the tip of her quill when she was thinking, the way her body curved; nothing sticking out, just like one big curve. He felt his
length harden beneath his desk.

"Bloody hell." He muttered.

"What was that, Mr. Weasley?" Snape said.

"Nothing, sir." He muttered, slightly louder.

"10 extra sentences."

Ron rolled his eyes and continued writing. Make that "I will not pass notes in class." 110 times. Of course, I just had to have a boner in detention
with Hermione. He crossed his legs awkwardly, the tips of his ears turning red.

What could he be embarrassed about? She looked at his ears and then his crossed legs. She looked a little closer, seeing something "peeking out". Oh no. What could have given him an erection? Hermione even thought the proper word.

She shifted slightly away from him in her seat.

They continued writing for another hour, the sun far past the horizon. Hermione finished before Ron, but didn't want to leave without him, so she
pretended to keep writing. When Ron finished 10 minutes later, Hermione waited an extra 10 seconds before she stopped and put down her
quill. She looked over at Ron, who looked back. She smiled.

"Excuse, Professor?" Ron said. Snape's head popped up from his stacks of paper and nodded.

"We're done with our work."

Snape raised his hand and gestured for Ron to give him the papers. He picked up both of the pieces of parchment and placed them in Snape's

outstretched hand. He looked over them quickly. "You may go."
"Thank you, sir." Hermione said and grabbed Ron's hand. They walked out the office doors together, Ron trying to hide the front of his pants with
his textbooks.

"You don't have to hide it, you know." Hermione whispered in his ear. "I don't care."

Ron stopped, his eyes open wide. "Y-Y-You…you s-s-saw?"

"Yes. And I will repeat: I. Don't. Care." Hermione said, kissing him on the cheek. "Now let's go."

Ron smiled and continued walking. Gryffindor tower wasn't too far away, and it was well past midnight, so they could be as indiscreet as they
wanted.

They got to the Gryffindor common room and went up to Ron's dorm. "It's not fair."

"What?" Hermione wondered.

"You can go up the boy's stairs, but the boy's can't go up the girl's stairs."

"What do you think you'll find? You expect us to have naked pillow fights every Friday or something?"

"Well, I was hoping..."

They laughed and continued up the spiraling stairs, getting to Ron's bed. They both sat down, still holding hands. Hermione stared out the window, the only light coming from the moon. She rested her head on Ron's shoulder. He smiled and put his head on top
of hers.

"How is this going to work?" she whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"The cheating on Lavender thing."

Ron smiled. "It just…it just has to, you know?"

She shoved his ribs, chuckling softly. He looked at her with a perfectly straight face.

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" Ron said, letting go of her hand and turning towards her, his legs crossed pretzel-style. "I love you. This has to work. It. Just.

Has. To."

"If you love me so much, why can't you break up with her?" Hermione copied his movements and crossed her legs pretzel-style as well on his bed.

"I'm just…" He sighed and looked down.

"A softie?"

He snickered. "Good choice of words."

"Want me to do it for you?"

"I...I can't. I can't hurt her like this. I love you, but..."

"You love her." He nodded guiltily, and looked at his one true love. He felt his heart shatter as he saw a tear fall down from her beautiful, brown

eyes.

He leaned towards her and wiped the tear from her cheek. "Don't cry, love."

She leaned in closer, pressing their lips together. They gradually worked their way from kissing to snogging, their hands entangled in each other's
hair. Ron stopped suddenly and backed away. Hermione opened her mouth to talk, but he pressed his finger to her lips. "Listen."

They heard light footsteps from the bottom of the stairs. "Go, go!"

Hermione hid under the bed and Ron pretended to go to sleep. He saw Lavender peek her head into the opening, looking around the room to

make sure everyone was asleep before going to Ron's bed. She sat down on the side and stared at him, smiling. She brushed the hair out of his

eyes, sighing. He opened his eyes, making his eyelids flutter, so that it seemed more like he was sleeping.
"Lavender?" She jumped, noticing his awakeness.

"Oh, um, uh...Hi, Ron. Come here often?" Her forehead was starting to sweat.

"Yeah, I kind of live here. The question is, why are you here?"

"I come here every Friday night." she admitted quietly.

"Every?!" he said, sitting up.

"You look cute when you sleep."

He looked at her in disbelief, then laughed. "Every Friday." he shook his head chuckling. "You're different, you are."

She giggled, wiping her forehead in relief. Good thing he didn't freak out. Lavender bent in and started kissing him, opening her mouth wide. He
kissed back, feeling terrible about the girl he truly loved beneath them.

Meanwhile, Hermione was miserable. Why did he have to be so perfect? As they were laying down kissing, she punched the bed, as to disturb
them. Instead, it just pushed Ron's erection from previously into Lavender.

"Ron, you sly dog!" she joked, moving her hands from his hair to his shoulders. Hermione imagined it was her up there, snogging Ron. Lavender moved her hands to his waist, Ron moving his hands to her neck so that she didn't think he lost interest.

"I love you." Lavender whispered between kisses. Hermione and Ron's hearts both stopped for a second. What was he going to do?

"Um...me...too." Even though he didn't say the full thing, Lavender accepted it and Hermione felt her heart break. Well, at least he didn't actually
say it. She felt like this should've made her feel better. It didn't. At all.

They continued snogging, feeling each other's bodies, Ron still feeling like Hagrid's backside. Lavender grabbed his butt, making him gasp.

"Lavender!"

"What?" She said, worried. "Was that bad?"

"No, just...surprising." Lavender blushed and Ron's ears turned red. As they continued to kiss forcefully, he tapped the underside of the bed to get
Hermione's attention. He pointed with his thumb towards the door, gesturing to go before Lavender could notice. Hermione crawled out as silently
as possible, and continued towards the door. She stopped at the top step, looking back to see her secret lover and her secret nemesis. From
now on, Hermione Granger officially loathed Lavender Brown.