Author's Note: Back with another chapter!

16 days until I see the last movie (for the first time ;)) with my wonderful friend and support system waterisjustcomingoutofthesky! (Who also by the way looked over the grammar for this chapter.)

I wanted to really quickly address something about my story that I think you all should know. In my story Ron and Hermione are adults. And they have never met one another previous to the previous chapter. They are adults free to make their own choices, and all the awkwardness from all of the Harry Potter series never happened. Keep that in mind.

Disclaimer: J.K Rowling made my life 100% better, you honestly have no idea how Harry Potter has changed my life. I own nothing. The brilliance is all her's.

When You Kissed Me

Ron stood staring at the door for what felt like hours after Hermione left. He was completely in awe of everything that had happened in the last three hours. It all played out in his head in slow motion. Meeting Hermione, saving her from Cormac, dancing with her, bringing her back to his suite for drinks, kissing her, holding her close, feeling her breath against his lips … None of it felt real.

He grinned stupidly replaying the night in his head for probably the hundredth time. As he was walking back to the couch he heard a small crash from outside the door. He curiously walked to the door. When he opened it, he saw Hermione on the floor picking up the contents from her purse that had fallen.

"I'm so so sorry!" She said quickly while getting to her feet. "I'm still a bit unsteady, you know from the wine. I'm not usually like this I promise you …"

Ron chuckled and held up a hand. "No worries just let me help you with your purse."

"Thanks," she said sheepishly getting back on her knees and helping him pick up her purse and its contents.

"So," Ron said when everything had been picked up, "how drunk are you?"

"Oh shut up." Hermione said hitting his arm playfully. "I'm not drunk, I'm just a bit … unsteady, and under the influence."

Ron laughed. "You know, I think all of those are just other words for saying that you're drunk."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Trust me, if I were drunk you'd be able to tell. I'd be falling everywhere, and slurring my words. And other then dropping my purse and feeling a bit unsteady I'm perfectly fine."

Ron got up from the floor and held his hand out to Hermione. "Maybe I should walk you to your room then? And make sure that some wanker doesn't take advantage of you."

Hermione smiled. "You're such a gentleman," she said as she took his hand.

"Don't mention it," he said with a wink. "Where's your room?"

Hermione pointed their interlaced fingers down the hall. "It's down the hall, then to the left, and it's the fifth one on the left."

As they walked down the hall they both snuck looks at each other. Hermione could see Ron's cheeks and ears turn a light red. Ron could see Hermione bow her head to hide a grin and bite her lip. No words were said, but no words were needed.

"All right, here we are," Ron said gesturing to a room with the number PH – 6700. "What does the PH stand for?" He asked as she rummaged around in her bag looking for her room key.

"It stands for Penthouse, you know, since we're on the top floor."

"Oh, yeah." He said sheepishly looking at his feet.

She found her room key and opened the door. "Do you want to come in?" She said with a coy smile.

Ron's eyes popped open, and he cleared his throat, trying to ignore the twitch in his pants. "I … uh … really shouldn't. My roommate is going to wonder where I am … he should be at our room by now. And besides, you're a bit out of it aren't you? I wouldn't want to … you know think I'm taking advantage of you."

Hermione smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. "Good," she whispered into his ear. "That was a test, and you passed. Now I know you're a great guy." She fully opened the door and went inside. "Call me tomorrow, you still need your tie back," she said with a wide smile.

"And you need your kiss back." He said with a wide smile.

Hermione bit her lip. "Well, good night then." She said leaning over to kiss Ron's cheek.

"Good night," he said softly as she disappeared through the door and closed it.

Ron blew out a long breath and sank to the floor outside her room. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He didn't care about anything right now. All he cared about was Hermione, and the next time he would see her.

He looked down to his hand and grinned stupidly. Hermione Granger, 07788998877, call me any time. The proof he needed that the last three hours had not been a dream. "Bloody hell," he said to himself. He slowly got up from the floor and made his way back to his hotel room.

"Where the hell have you been?" Was the question that Ron had been greeted with as soon as he made his way back to his suite.

"Hello to you too Harry Potter." Ron said, sarcasm painted in his voice. "How are you?"

"I'm just fine thanks," Harry said rolling his eyes. "Now stop being smart arse and answer my question. The last time anyone saw you was three or four hours ago."

"Three hours actually," Ron said with a wide grin.

Harry smirked and chuckled. "You were with that girl weren't you?"

"Nothing gets by you does it?" Ron said with a small laugh.

"Ron, please, we've been best mates for so long, I know you. And I also know you were with that girl tonight. So what happened? You look way too happy."

Ron rolled his eyes. "So now I'm not allowed to be happy?"

"Come on mate, don't be like that. Just tell me what happened tonight. I can see it in your eyes, you haven't been this happy since … well before the war ended."

Ron nodded with a huge grin on his face. "Remember earlier when we ran into her outside the hotel and promised that we would get to know each other and dance?"

Harry nodded slowly.

"Well, when you left, I saw her with Cormac, and of course I was upset, but then I saw something weird happening …"

"Weird like how?" Harry asked slowly.

"Well, at first they were dancing and everything seemed normal, but then I saw her struggling, and he was forcing her face to his, I thought that maybe I should intervene. So I went over and pushed him off of her. I got into a sort of heated debate with him, and then as he was leaving he told her that he would come back for her …"

"Please tell me there's more to this story?"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Of course there is. Anyway, after Cormac left, Hermione and I got to talking and she asked me to dance. I swear the dance was amazing, incredible. After the dance … I asked if she would come up here just for a few drinks …"

"And she agreed?" Harry said in awe.

"Yup," Ron said proudly. "And while we were here we got to know each other, she told me about her, about her childhood. And I told her about my childhood, and my life. I even … told her about the war … in different sorts of words."

"Ron!" Harry said jumping up. "You didn't tell her about magic did you? Williams made it very clear never to tell anyone unless the circumstances are special. Even the bloody Prime Minister said that! Please please tell me you didn't tell her."

Ron rolled his eyes and shoved Harry down back on the couch. "Fuck off Harry! Of course I didn't tell her about magic. If she didn't already know about magic I didn't say anything else to her. So if she didn't already know then she still doesn't know anything."

Harry waved a hand. "Right, I'm sorry mate, it's just …"

"No worries," he said with a smile. Nothing could ever ruin my good mood." His smile widened. "Not after tonight."

Harry shook his head and smirked. "All right then, keep telling me the rest of the story before you become so much of a prat that you can't even talk straight."

"Fuck you." Ron said with a grin. "Anyway, where was I?"

"You brought her up here for drinks, and you were talking about you're lives …"

"Oh yeah right right. Well, we had three rounds so to speak of drinks."

"So … you played a drinking game?"

"It's not as bad as you think! I told her the drink options, and she said she wanted a bit of all three. Said it in a bit of a challenging way though. I think it might have been a bit of a competition to her really. And while we were drinking we kept sharing more and more things about each other. And, it was about 12:00 when she said she had to leave. I asked her when we would see each other again, and then …"

"Let me guess," Harry said, amusement painted in his voice. "You kissed her didn't you?"

Ron lay back on the couch and grinned. "She's an amazing kisser mate. And she's so bloody gorgeous, and she's …"

"Oh God, spare me the details." Harry said getting up and heading to the kitchen. "You sound like you did when you swallowed that stupid love potion in sixth year."

"Shut up you wanker." Ron shouted into the kitchen.

"You didn't accidentally swallow some love potion did you?" Harry teased. "Are you sure some didn't accidentally get into your drink?"

"How the hell would some get in my drink? I didn't happen to have a random love potion on me when we left."

"I don't know," Harry said with a grin. "You always do stupid stuff when you're pissed."

Ron got to his feet and walked to the kitchen. "Alright, first of all, I wasn't drunk when we left Ottery St. Catchpole. And second, I didn't get drunk tonight, I'm not drunk … I'm just a bit unsteady and under the influence." He said with a smile remembering that Hermione had used the same words earlier.

Harry laughed. "What did Hermione teach you those words?"

"Quit talking to me when I'm stupid." Ron said rolling his eyes. "And yes, as a matter of fact she did."

Harry laughed harder. "You're so predictable mate, it's unbelievable." Harry took some of the leftover whiskey from the small fridge and took a fresh glass. "Want some?" He asked gesturing to the whiskey bottle? "I mean, you already are pissed, might as well get you drunk before we have to go back to being serious."

Ron laughed and ran back to the table to retrieve his cup. "You know me so well," he said grinning at Harry. "Fill up my glass."

Harry laughed and filled his and Ron's whiskey glasses to the brim. "By the way mate, where's your tie?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

Ron laughed and took a sip of his drink. "Oh yeah … that. Well, near the end of the night when Hermione was leaving she took my tie. I guess it's an incentive to get me to call her."

"Oh right, like you weren't going to call her in the first place." Harry said with a smirk.

'Very true mate, very true." He downed his drink and pushed the glass towards Harry.

"We still have a bit a whiskey and half a bottle of mead and chardonnay left." Harry said

"Give me some of the mead," Ron said gesturing to the smallest bottle.

"Are you sure you're alright to drink this?" Harry asked sceptically, remembering the night in sixth year when Ron had almost died from poisonous mead.

"Yeah m'fine," Ron said while running a hand through his hair and looking absently out the window. "I already had some with Hermione earlier."

Did you tell her about being poisoned?" Harry asked, reluctantly filling Ron's glass.

Ron shook his head. "Nah. I just met her. I wouldn't want to overwhelm her or drive her away." Ron took his full glass in his left hand. "Besides, I'm going to need something to impress her for the next date."

"Would you consider being poisoned to be interesting?" Harry asked looking amused.

Ron chuckled and took a long swig of his drink. He suddenly placed his drink down quickly and clasped his hands around his neck. His eyes grew wide, his skin grew pale. And he began to falter.

"R-Ron?" Harry stuttered, his skin grew pale, and his stomach dropped.

Ron suddenly stopped his actions and began to laugh loudly.

The colour returned to Harry's face as realization washed over him. "You, fucking, git." He said slowly through clenched teeth.

Ron held his stomach and tried, with no avail, to die down his laughter. "I … got … you … so … good!" He said between laughs.

Harry took his glass in his hand and downed it. He slammed the glass down with a loud thud. "Are you drunk?" He asked with a smirk.

"Not yet," Ron said draining his glass, and then slamming it down. "But a few more of these should do it."

Harry grinned and refilled Ron's glass with more whiskey. "So, tell me, what else happened tonight with you?"

Ron's smile widened as he took a swig of his drink. "After she left, I heard her in the hallway. She dropped her purse outside the door. And between you and me mate I think she was a little pissed. So of course denied it, and said she was fine, but I insisted on walking her to her room to make sure she was okay."

"I'll be you did," Harry said with a chuckle.

"Shut up," he said with a grin. "Anyway, I walked her back to her room and then she invited me inside …"

"What the hell … did you … you know, go … inside?"

"No! What kind of guy do you think I am? Of course I didn't go inside. Even if she was pissed, I wouldn't take advantage of her."

"Did you tell her that?" Harry asked.

"In a less dramatic fashion yeah. Then she said that I passed some kind of a test, said I was a good guy …"

Harry smirked. "Well isn't that sweet."

Ron smiled and ran a head through his hair. "Yeah, well … yeah."

"Harry walked over to where Ron was sitting on the couch. "Congratulations mate. I'm happy for you, I really am. I haven't seen you this happy in a long time, since the war ended. This girl seems really special, and my advice is to treat her right. She obviously has class and manners. Make sure you treat her right and don't take things too fast." He grinned and winked at Ron. "She sounds like a keeper."

"Don't worry mate, I know. I know I usually … fuck things up, but not this. I'm not going to mess this up with her."

"Good," he said with a smile.

"What did you do all night?" Ron asked taking another sip from his drink.

"Nothing special. Me and the guys just sat around, had a few drinks, some talking. We were all making bets on where you were."

Ron laughed and shook his head. "Like you guys have nothing better to do."

Harry laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder. "So, what was your favourite part of the evening?"

Ron's lips curved into a sly smile. "The good night kiss," he said. His grin grew wider as he thought back to the kiss he had shared with Hermione.

Harry shook his head and chuckled. "I thought so." He took another long swig of his drink and shook his head again. "Git's got it bad," he thought to himself.

"Oh Hermione, for goodness sake, what happened to you last night?"

Hermione blinked and slowly opened her eyes. Her head was mildly throbbing and suddenly she felt grateful that she had only gotten slightly tipsy the night before.

As she sat up slowly she found herself locking eyes with her mother. Her mother's eyes held shock and worry in them, but mostly, they looked amused.

"Well? Are you going to answer me?"

Hermione slowly rubbed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair. "Mother, what are you doing here? What time is it anyway?" Hermione slowly turned her head to read the digital clock beside her bed. She gasped when she saw the clock read 11:30, and realised she had been sleeping for almost twelve hours.

"Well, your father and I never saw you yesterday after nine o'clock, and we both became a bit worried. Granted, I was more worried than he was, but still …"

"Figures," Hermione said with a snort.

"Young lady!" Mrs. Granger said while sitting down on her bed. "Where were you last night?"

Hermione bit her lip and began drawing random patterns on the quilt. A light blush crept into her cheeks.

"Were you with a boy last night?" Mrs. Granger asked with wide eyes. "Please tell me that you didn't sleep with a random stranger. Oh Hermione what have I told you about …"

"Mother mother please!" Hermione said waving her hand. "I didn't sleep with anyone last night … but, I did meet a guy last night." She finished sheepishly.

Mrs. Granger smiled and widely and sat down on Hermione's bed. "Oh honey that's wonderful. But are you really sure you're up to meeting a new boy, I mean after the whole thing with …"

Hermione held up a hand to silence her mum's worries. "Please mum, don't bring it up. Of course I'm ready to move on; I'm ready to meet someone else."

"Well if you're sure," she said smoothing her fingers through Hermione's hair with a smile. "So, what's he like? What happened last night?"

Hermione smiled and blushed. "Well, last night on the way to the party I met a boy in the hallway near my room. I almost bumped into him and after I finished apologising I asked him for a dance, and he said yes." So anyway, after the dinner, during the dance, some rude arrogant jerk came up to me and asked for a dance. Apparently his name was Cormac. I didn't want to be rude so I agreed. But then he was all over me mother, his hands were all over me! He was rude, he was a pig, and he was chauvistic! But then, the man who I met in the lobby came over and faced the rude man down, he made him go away. After he left the man wanted to insure that I was alright, and that I wasn't hurt. After I reputedly told him that I wasn't hurt, and the I was fine he asked me to dance, and it was amazing …" Hermione's eyes glazed over as her words trailed off.

Mrs. Granger wore an amused smile on her face. "Yes well, that's all very lovely darling but what's his name? What does he look like? Elaborate on the details!"

Hermione sighed. "He has red hair, the most beautiful and wonderful red hair! And blue eyes, I swear you could get lost in them by staring at them for only a few seconds. He's very handsome, he's funny, and he's a real gentleman."

Mrs. Granger smiled. "How can you tell all of this from one night?"

Hermione smirked. "I don't know mum, I can just tell … it's like an instinct, it feels right."

"Oh darling," Mrs. Granger said while smoothing Hermione's hair. There was an evident twinkle in her eyes. "Anyways, continue, what happened next?"

"Well, after we danced he invited me …" Hermione bit her lip and looked into her mother's expectant eyes. "He bought me a drink," she finished lamely, deciding not to tell her mother that she had gone to the hotel suite of the man she had only known for a short while. "He bought me a drink, and then he kissed me," she said with a sigh. He eyes glazing over once again.

"Are you ever going to see him again?" Mrs. Granger asked eagerly.

I gave him my mobile phone number," she murmured sheepishly. "And I have this …" She slowly took Ron's stripped night from the night before and showed it to her mother. "I told him that when he sees me again, he'll get it back."

"Nice incentive," her mother said with a wink. "Sounds like you had an interesting night … and don't worry, no one has to tell your father, yet. But if you continue to see this boy, we're going to have to meet him eventually, just to check him out."

Hermione nodded. "Alright mum," she said with a smile.

"So …" Mrs. Granger said casually as she walked up from the bed. "What was the best part of the evening?"

Hermione ran a finger through her hair and smiled. Her eyes glazed over as she gazed out the window into the blazing sun. "The part when he kissed me goodnight." She admitted shyly.

Mrs. Granger patted Hermione's cheek clumsily. "Darling, I'm so happy for you, please don't forget that. I know that in the past I may have come on as being pushy or a bit unreasonable. And I know I haven't always been that open to the boys you date. But I want you to know that I'm going to stop doing that, I promise to be more open."

Hermione's smile widened. "Thank you mum, that really means a lot."

"I love you darling," Mrs. Granger said tenderly stroking Hermione's hair.

"I love you mum." Hermione said with a wide smile.

Mrs. Granger got up and walked towards the door. "I'll leave you alone to get ready for breakfast. Meet us downstairs in about two hours. We're having breakfast with some of your father's parliament friends."

Hermione nodded. "Alright, I'll see you down there."

Mrs. Granger put a hand on the doorknob but stopped. "You never did tell me darling, what's his name?"

"Ron Weasley." Hermione said with a sigh. The name sounded amazing coming out of her mouth.

Mrs. Granger stopped abruptly and turned to face Hermione. "R-Ron Weasley." She stuttered.

"Yeah …" said Hermione slowly. "Why, do you know him?"

Mrs. Granger shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "No, no, I don't know him. But isn't that the name of the bloke in the stories I wrote for you?"

"Yes it is. I thought it was a funny coincidence, and so did he."

Mrs. Granger nodded slowly. "Now, tell me Hermione did he say anything about what he does for a living …"

Hermione bit her lip. "All he said was that he's a part of some practice. When he told me I thought it was rather impressive. I think it's some kind of navy practice." She said with a smile.

Mrs. Granger bit her lip. "Rather impressive," she agreed with a small smile. She quickly grabbed the doorknob and with another smile at Hermione, she left.

Hermione flopped back down on her pillow and winced. Her head was beginning to throb more and more. As she was about to get up again she heard a small buzz from her desk. She groaned, flipped over and answered her buzzing phone. "Hello," she asked groggily. She immediately perked up when she heard the voice of her best friend Lacey on the other end. "Lace? Yeah, everything here is fine; the party last night was amazing. Listen Lace can I tell you something? I met a boy last night …"

Author's Note: I hope you guys were all pleased with this one. I changed a bunch of things and started it over so many times! I'm going to try to take my time and make chapters my best. I've read over a few of my other chapters in this story and I am embarrassed at all the stupid mistakes I've made (I apologise for them.)

I realise I may have given Hermione's mother a bad name when I described her before. Truth is she's basically like everyone's mum, she wants what's best for Hermione, only it's a bit different since Hermione's been in the public eye since birth, and she's just looking out for her. Hermione is very close to her parents (especially her mother,) so she considers her mother a good friend as well. She feels like she can confide in her with most things. This is what I tried to portray in this story.

Reviews would be tops! I would love to hear how I am doing. You guys' reviews mean the world to me!

Oh, one last thing. I've decided to pursue a new story. It's called Old Familiar Places. Please look out for it in the near near future!

That's it from me. I hope you enjoyed. Sláinte!