Ron was lying on his bed when he heard a light knock on the door. He was about to get up and open it, but whoever it was decided to open it themselves. To his surprise it was Hermione. He sat up quickly and ran his hand through his hair for no apparent reason other than he wanted to keep himself doing something. He was confused as to why she was there, but quickly forgot about it as she made her way over to him. She was only a foot away from him now. He felt like he was choking as a lump rose in his throat. As she put her arms around his neck she lowered herself so that she was sitting on his lap.

"Hermione, what are you-" He started to ask her but was cut off as Hermione put a finger to his lips and whispered a "Shh."

"But…" He started again, but was cut off this time be Hermione planting a kiss on his lips.

He tried to talk again, but found it particularly difficult to do with Hermione kissing him fiercely. He eventually gave in and kissed her back with longing. This was what he'd always wanted. What he'd always dreamed about. His hands knotted themselves into her hair as she clung to him even tighter. He tried to imagine anything better than this, but he just couldn't. He repeatedly gave her butterfly kisses on her neck until she was gasping for breath. She pulled his mouth back to hers and resumed kissing him. She started to run her hands through his hair as she opened her mouth enough to give him access. She let his tongue play with hers as she wrapped her legs around his torso. She presses herself against him with so much force that they toppled over onto the bed so that they were laying down. They were both laughing as they kissed. Hermione was pretty much on top of Ron now, her legs on both sides of him and both her arms wound tightly around his neck. She pulled her head away and sat up, still laughing. Ron tried to pull her back down so he could kiss her again, but it didn't work. As she looked at him again with a big smile on her face she started to unbutton her shirt. She was about to take her shirt all the way off when…

Ron's eyes popped open as he woke up. His face was covered in sweat, though he had no idea why. That was a good dream. A very good dream. Usually he only sweat when he had a bad dream. He didn't know how was going to look at Hermione the same way ever again. As he thought about this something moved next to him. He looked over to where Hermione had been last night, but she wasn't there. He was sure that something had just moved, but it wasn't him so where was she? Something moved again, but this time it felt like it was right next to him. He looked over to his left and found Hermione, her arms wrapped around his, laying next to him.

She was so close he could feel her body heat radiating off of her. He didn't dare look at her face for fear of what it might do to him. he felt weird having her in such close proximity considering the fact that they were laying a bed together. The urge to kiss her that had subsided overnight crept its way back to the forefront of his thoughts. This time he couldn't resist the temptation. He had to look at her face. He slowly moved his focus from he hands to her face. He was surprised that when he'd looked at her face that nothing had happened. He'd expected something to have changed. Something to change the way she looked to him.

Instead he saw the girl he'd met on the Hogwarts express five years ago. The girl who he'd wanted nothing to do with. The girl who had changed his life. Forever. As he looked at her he imagined waking up like this every morning. He couldn't help but notice that Hermione looked even more beautiful than she normally she did. Maybe it was the hair strewn across her face or the peacefulness with which she slept or…maybe it was the fact that she wasn't perfect. Sure, she was perfect to him, but she did have flaws. Flaws that only made her more perfect to him. He longed to just reach out and touch her to prove that she was really there and he wasn't just imagining it.

All of the sudden her eyes started to flutter open. Like she'd been reading his mind and wanted t prove that she was really there too. When her eyes were fully open she was startled to find Ron's face so close to hers. They both automatically jumped back from each other after realizing just how close they actually were. They'd held each other's gaze the whole time.

"What…what am I doing in here?" Hermione asked finally coming to her senses.

"Well, you sort of fell asleep while I was talking last night and I didn't want to wake you up so I let you sleep in my bed." He explained.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…wait. Where did you sleep?" She asked as the tips of Ron's ears started to turn red.

"Don't worry. You were all the way over there and I was all the way over here. I didn't want to sleep in the chair anymore. It was so uncomfortable." He said. Hermione couldn't concentrate on what he was actually saying. All she could think of was that they had slept in the same bed and somehow she'd ended up clinging to his arm. She was momentarily distracted by her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. Her hair was a mess! She automatically put her hands on both sides pf her head, trying to hold her hair down. "What are you doing?" He asked her.

"My hair! It's a mess!" She wailed.

"You look…" He was at a loss for words. He couldn't even begin to describe how she looked in words.

"See! You can't even think of a word to describe how awful I look."

"No, it's not that! I was just thinking that you look like you always do."

"So you're saying that I always look like this?"

"NO! I'm saying that you always look beautiful!" He blurted out before he cold stop himself. He hadn't meant to say it. It just slipped out from the frustration that she wasn't getting what he was trying to tell her. His face turned crimson as Hermione stared at him in shock.

"Well, um…thank you." She said not meeting his eyes.

"Your welcome." He muttered.

"Um…what time is it?"

"About eight thirty."

"Okay, um…I'm going to go get ready and I'll…I'll see you at breakfast." She said as she got up off the bed and walked out the door. As he watched her leave he mentally kicked himself.

"She probably thinks I'm crazy now." He thought to himself. He quickly forgot about this at the thought of breakfast. That was why he loved food. It made him forget about all his problems. For a little while.

(A/N) Sorry it's taken so long to update it's just that I've got so much crap and school stuff to do. I'm trying to update quicker, but I've got a couple other stories going so it's taking me a little longer. REVIEW!!!!!