Hello everyone. Well I didn't want to do my Chemisty Lab report so instead I edited the next chapter. Here it is, hope you enjoy everyone's favorite couple as they head off to the bookshop. Again I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. But this funny littel plot is mine.

At first Hermione didn't like the idea of being alone with Ron but then she knew Ginny wouldn't let her go all by herself to the store. She agreed to his bargain and they left Weasley Wizard Weezy in search for the book store.

Ron tried to explain to Hermione why he thought quiddtich was the best thing in the world but as usual Hermione's reasoning always had to intrude.

"There's no purpose to it."

"Hermione not everything has to have a purpose. Sometimes the purpose of something is to just to enjoy yourself." He spoke with such conviction that for a moment Hermione considered that what he said made some sort of sense. But then it was only for a moment.

"But still Ron there has to be something that it will do for you in the future not just the present."

"Well it could if you were the best, but there are times when you just have to enjoy life." He gave her a gentle smile that he knew she couldn't resist.

She smiles back and said, "I suppose."

They walked for a while in silence not daring to look at each other.

When Ron finally got enough courage he got a bit closer to her and reached out to hold her hand. Hermione was surprised by the warmth, but when she got over her shock it turned to fear. What was Ron doing? Was he trying to drive her crazy? Although she didn't want to Hermione shook his hand off of hers and put both her hands in her pockets.

"Maybe she's just cold. That's why she pulled her hand away. Oh who are you kidding she doesn't like you that way that's why she pulled away." Ron's mind was rambling about all the possibilities on why Hermione had pulled her hand away, but they all came back to the same reason. "She doesn't like you that way you git."

As they entered the bookshop there were shelves of used books and new books. The little shop was filled to the brim with every kind of book imaginable. Some were filled with mystery and excitement others were texts written centuries ago describing the ceremonies conducted to ward off bad spirits. Ron watched as Hermione's smile grew wider the further into the shop they got.

"So what book are you looking for?" asked Ron.

"Well there isn't one in particular. I really just wanted to roam around for a while. It's comforting when I'm around books."

"Alright, I guess we'll just roam around then." Ron couldn't help but smile at Hermione's excitement.

As they examined the books Hermione would occasionally pick one out and open it and read a few pages before putting it back. One of the books that she pulled out was a muggle book. It was a book of plays written by William Shakespeare. She flipped through it and was about to put it back when Ron took it out of her hands.

"Wait a minute. I know this play," said Ron rather proud that out of all the books that they had looked at there was one that he had actually read.

"Really? I thought you only read quittach books." She said in a rather suspicious tone.

"I said that I read anything that I found interesting and this was interesting, though I did kinda read it by accident."

"Ron how do you accidentally read a book?"

"I guess it wasn't really an accident but I didn't mean to read it." Hermione was still confused. "Well ya see the other day I saw you reading a book, as usual. Then you left for the girls' dormitory for a blanket or something. Anyway you left your book open on the couch so I went to see what you were reading and it was a play by this guy William. I read a bit of it before you came down and I liked it. So the next Hogsmeade visit I came here to get a copy of my own and this play was in it."

"I'm impressed Ron. You read through a book that had nothing to do with quiddtich."

"Well it was a bit difficult but I got through it," said Ron making Hermione giggle a bit. He felt good about getting a little praise from her.

Hermione started to feel like there was a side of Ron that she never knew and that he was finally showing her. She liked that feeling. Maybe they had more in common than she originally thought.

"So did you understand all of it?" asked Hermione. "I know Shakespeare can be a bit tricky to understand at times."

"Yeah it was. I got most of it but there were a few parts that I was a bit sketchy on."

"Like what?" She peered into the book leaning into Ron to get a closer look.

"Well like this part. 'Thus would a maiden brush and paint my cheek for that which thou has heard me speak tonight. Fain will I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke.'

"I'm not really sure what this means."

"Well, all she's pretty much just saying is that she's blushing so much that it looks like paint has been put on her face."

"Oh. Why on earth is she blushing?"

"Ron, she pretty much just declared her love for this boy that she's just met. And to top it off Romeo heard her entire speech." Hermione was ranting to him. She sounded appalled that Ron would be so inconsiderate to the emotions of this character.

"Alright alright don't throw a fit." Ron threw his hands up in mock surrender before he continued on and point to the next part asking what it meant.

"She's telling Romeo that everything he heard was true and that she won't take back anything she said." Hermione said with an air of confidence and admiration to her voice.

Ron didn't really have anything to say to that. Instead he seemed to be reading and rereading the passage. Hermione was starting to get concerned that Ron hadn't said anything, so she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Ron?"

"Huh?" he asked as he looked up from the printed words.

"Are you alright?"

Ron could see the worry etched on her face so he replied with a smile, "Yeah. I'm fine." He closed the book and went to put it back when Hermione stopped him.

"Why don't we read a bit of it together?" she asked.

The questioned didn't seem like that big a deal but the way that Hermione was looking at him made his chest tighten. Her eyes were so warm and kind that it was easy for Ron to get lost in them. And he defiantly got lost in them, but he wasn't the only one. Hermione couldn't peal her gaze away from the dashing red head. His expression wasn't like anything Hermione had ever seen etched on his features. He was so concentrated on her that Hermione was a bit frightened by the intensity but the softness in his eyes kept her entranced by his gaze. His eyes darted down to her lips every so often making Hermione do the same to his.

Without breaking their gaze Ron slipped the book back onto the shelf and wrapped Hermione's petite hand in his. He pulled it into his chest and took a step closer to her. Hermione didn't resist him. In fact she was more than willing to comply to his actions and even let out a soft sigh of contentment when he released her hand to place both of his on her waist. As he leaned in slowly Hermione couldn't help but look at his lips as they descended on hers. The closer they came the harder it was for her to keep eyes open so she closed them and waited to feel the softness of his lips against hers.

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