"No, nothing, it's just...me...and Hermione..." Ron began, but broke off when he realized he was speaking in a whisper.
"You and Hermione did what?" Harry asked, who was now changing into his pajamas.
"We were making out, on my bed...upstairs," said Ron.
Harry stopped dead. His pajama shirt was half on and half off. "You're joking, right?" he asked as he finished putting on his shirt.
"No" said Ron.
"You mean you were snogging Hermione. That's great!" said Harry. "I always thought you two made a nice couple, as a matter of fact I think everyone did," Harry said.
"Well, it was going really well until you guys showed up," said Ron, who began to put on his pajamas.
"Well, what did we ruin for you two," asked Harry in a mock tone.
"We were almost completely undressed. Hermione put her clothes back on in a matter of 5 seconds. We were this close," said Ron holding up his two fingers an inch apart.
"Have you even talked to her about it yet?" Harry asked.
"No. I want her to talk to me about it. I mean she hasn't said a word to me since. Maybe it was just a one time thing for her," said Ron as he finished putting on his pajamas.
"Not Hermione. You know how she is. Once you do something it's done. Besides, Hermione doesn't make mistakes," said Harry, half laughing.
"I guess so," said Ron. And without saying another word he got into his bed turned off the light with a flick of his wand and laid down, thinking about Hermione.
I want it to happen again, he thought to himself. I wanted it to happen. Why did they have to come in at that moment. If they could've waited another 15 minutes. Hermione and I couldve done it. I want her so bad. But Hermiones not like that. She probably just made a mistake. Too much butterbeer. Yeah, thats it, she had too much butterbeer. I bet she'll forget all about it in the morning, thought Ron as he slowly drifted to sleep.