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Quote Preview: ""Lost track of time, eh?" He asked, a smirk on his face and his eyebrows wiggling. Neville's face became red, and turned to Luna."

Sleep Together?

It was about seven in the evening when we were ordered to start heading back to our dormitories so we could get there on time. For the past five hours, we've been doing nothing but saying hello to professors – managing to skip Professor Snape. We've even gone to say hello to Hagrid and Fang. He had occupied most of those five hours by sitting us down and talking about his new found love for Grindylows; explaining to us that if Merpeople could keep them as pets, so could wizards and witches. We didn't exactly like where that conversation was going, so we got out as soon as possible. As soon as we started towards Dumbledore's office, Snape stepped in front of us.

"Where do you three think you're going?" Snape addressed Harry, Ron and myself. I was grateful Neville wasn't with us; knowing him, he'd be shaking with fear under Snape's glare.

"The headmaster's office, of course." I exclaimed proudly, but soon noticed that he wasn't stepping aside.

"He's busy, at the moment." His eyes narrowed at me, burning holes into my eyes. I tried my best not to budge at his glower, raising my head just a tad. "Anyways, it's late. Get to your dormitory." He ordered us all.

We nodded, trying our best not to glare back (knowing that would cause us to lose house points), and left.

"Since when is seven late?" Ron whispered to me, snorting silently after we left from his hearing range.

"Got me." I shrugged, then noticed we were closer to our dormitory than expected. I whispered the secret password, and the Opera lady allowed us through with a smile on her face.

We walked into the boys lounge, and almost all of them were walking around in their boxer shorts. I'm almost a hundred percent sure my face must've been more red then a tomato. Ron looked at them all, a bewildered expression upon his face.

"What?" Fred questioned. "We never knew a girl was going to be sleeping in our boys room."

"Exactly." George laughed, "'S not like you wouldn't be walking around in your boxer shorts if the girls weren't going to sleep here." Ron's face turned a bright pink, as Harry tried to stifle his laughter.

"You were the one who practically established the rule!" Oliver Wood threw in, amused by this conversation. Ron tried to hide his embarrassment by turning his head slightly away from my direction, but I could still tell by the back of his neck that he was red.

A door opened and I heard the sound of footsteps enter the room. I turned to see Ginny, "It's true, you know? " She laughed, walking to the side of Harry, "He walks out of his room in the morning with only boxers on. It's gruesome. " She then, shot a smile in my direction, "Well, for most. " Her smile grew wider.

I'll totally get you later for that, Ginny. If Ron caught that, you'd better sleep with one eye open. I inwardly threatened.

"Maybe we shouldn't be saying this while 'Mione's here." I heard George whisper, giggling to someone, not turning around to see who so they would think I was paying attention to Ron.

Why is him walking around in his boxer shorts something so important that they should hide it from me? I thought to myself, Although, that would be a sight and a half.

I blushed deeper at the thought. I walked towards Ron's bed and sat on it, every boy in the room staring. Ginny walked over to the fireplace and sat down with Harry on the fluffy rug, all the attention fortunately going to them.

Ron walked over and sat down beside me, laughing nervously. He was fumbling with his hands when Professor McGonagall came into the room to make sure everyone was here.

"You know, you three-" she started, but then looked around, a dumbfounded look on her face, "Where's Luna?" Just then, a short, light blond haired girl came skipping in, holding hands with Neville.

"I'm right here!" Luna called happily, "Neville and I lost track of time. Sorry, Professor!" The guys around muffled their laughs. McGonagall's eyes grew a tad wider, but when noticed herself doing this, she recomposed her actions.

"Very well. You three have chosen the boys chamber, so this will be your new room for the next few weeks until we can get this whole situation sorted out. Have... fun, and good luck." She smiled, but before she turned, she gave all the boys a glare. "Don't think this will change anything. And next time I walk into this room, I hope to see you all clothed." She then, turned on her heel and walked out the door.

We all looked towards Neville and Luna to see Dean standing in front of Neville, a hand on his shoulder.

"Lost track of time, eh?" He asked, a smirk on his face and his eyebrows wiggling. Neville's face became red, and turned to Luna.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, smiling, "We were reading all about the effects gnome bites may have! It was simply terrific!" Everyone laughed, smiling at how optimistic this sixteen year old is. She walked over to a bed with their bags beside it. "Is this where we are going to be sleeping?" She asked, still a light smile on her lips.

Where we, I thought to myself. Was that decided yet? Are Ron and I going to sleep in the same bed together? Duplicating my thoughts, Ron questioned it.

"Should I sleep on the couch?" He questioned, no sense of greed in his face. He was being totally and honestly selfless, "I mean, really. I will sleep on the floor if nee-"

"Are you kidding me?" I questioned, cutting into Ron's sentence, "There will be no such thing happening. You can't sleep on the floor! I was actually thinking about sleeping-"

"You are not sleeping anywhere other than this bed. Do you understand me?" This time it was him cutting into me.

"You aren't either." I said, stubbornly. We both glared at each other, immovability written across both of our faces. I sighed, after what seemed like forever, looking away in defeat.

"So, that's just it then?" He questioned, no sign of hurt in his voice, "We have to... you know..."

"Sleep together?" I finished, blushing. I hadn't meant it like that, but it sure sounded that way.

"Yeah... Sleep together. " He concluded. I nodded, blushing, and decided it was time to get on my pyjamas. I got up and looked through my bag.

"Er... Ron? " I was biting my lip, a little confused, "Do you think I can borrow one of your tops? " This is totally pushing my limits. His face became red.

"Sure. " He went over to his bag, opened it up, and grabbed a blue England Appleby Arrows quidditch t-shirt. I said thank you, and left towards the washroom. There, I took off my robe and put on my Rage Against boxer shorts. After, I pulled Ron's t-shirt over my head, inhaling the sweet scent. I noticed it came down to about a third of my thigh, almost hitting the end of my shorts. Taking my hair out of the high ponytail it was in, I brushed my teeth. Giving myself a last once over, I pinched my cheeks to bring color to my face.

I opened the door to see all the guys huddled around the fireplace, eating desserts someone apparently took from the Welcome Back Feast. When I made sure no one was looking, I ran across the room to Ron's bed. He was waiting there, in some silk pyjama pants and a tight Beastie Boys top. I quickly scurried onto the bed, so no boys could see me. I looked towards Ron to see him staring into my eyes in deep thought, but he quickly looked away when he noticed I saw him do so. Blushing, I looked towards Harry and Ginny's bed to see them wrapped in each other's arms; Ginny facing Ron and my own bed, Harry's arms around her. I raised my eyebrows.

"Hey, hands off my sister. " Ron laughed playfully. Harry raised his eyebrows, a light smile on his face.

"Hey, hands off my best friend. " Harry copied Ron's words, laughing.

"Touché." Ron smirked, but was defeated. Then, I noticed that he really was touching me.

He was holding my hand without any thought towards the action.

My breath staggered as I noticed this, blushing like a mad woman. Ron caught this and pulled away, blushing as well.

"So," He started, trying to stay away from that topic, "What do you want to do?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying to think of something to say.

Ron's Point of View

Shit, shit, shit, think of something to say! You're letting a moment pass you by!

She was looking around the room aimlessly, thinking.

Ron, if you don't talk now, you'll never let yourself down!

"You look amazing in my clothes." When those words left my mouth, I internally slapped myself. What in Merlin's name are you thinking, Ron? Not like that! You stupid, patheti-

But then I noticed she seemed to have said something at the same time.

"What?" we asked, in unison.

"You go first." I exclaimed, smiling. She blushed her beautiful pink blush, and started.

"I said that your scent, me wearing your clothes and all, comforts me..." She revealed, a small smile playing on her lips. Yes, Ron! You're brilliant! Simply fantas- "What did you say?"

"I-said-that-you-look-amazing-in-my-clothes," I squashed all the words together, biting my lower lip.

"W-what?" She questioned, true curiosity on her face. I let out a breath of air and re-stated my remark.

"I said..." I started, trying my best not to blush, "that you look incredible in my clothes." Her small smile grew into a large one, and her face turned into more of a red then pink. She got up and started to lift the covers. I got up and helped her. She snuggled herself under the covers and I got in after her. The guys were already done filling their faces with sweets and in their beds.

I turned to face the left side of the bed, opposite to Hermione. My dream was about to come true. I know it would take longer than it really should be, but anything to make Hermione comfortable will be my doing.

I was laying there for possibly hours until my eyes started to drift off to sleep. Thinking about Hermione, I slowly made my way to unconsciousness.

Hermione's Point of View

I awoke, thinking about where I was. At Hogwarts, of course.

My eyes drifting to little slits, I noticed Harry and Ginny in the bed next to me. It all started coming back to me. My eyes shot open, and I noticed my head was, indeed, not on a pillow, but Ron's chest. Ron was laying on his back with his arms around me, and I was wrapped up around him. Our legs were intertwined with each other's.

Last night, we weren't like this. In fact, he was sleeping facing the other way.

Not that I mind this... I blushed.

He was starting to stir awake, his breathing pattern changed. I quickly closed my eyes, giving the effect that I was still asleep.

I felt his body move, and his hand moved away from me, yawning. He must've noticed that I was holding onto him, because I felt his breathing stop. About twenty full seconds later, I felt a hand on my face, brushing my hair away from my eyes, behind my ear.

No! I look horrible in the mornings! I thought to myself in frustration.

I felt his thumb stroke against my cheek, and felt his body weight wiggle under me, clearly trying not to wake me. He managed to get out of bed and I heard footsteps leave the room towards the bathroom. When the door shut closed, my eyes fluttered open.

Did that just really happen?

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