Chopsticks were tricky. And the noodles slimy, but so good that Ron didn't even mind Hermione's laughter as she watched him attempt to shovel in his portion of chicken chow main. Hermione, like always, was pretty skilled at the whole chopstick thing. He guessed she'd grown up eating Chinese takeaway though. He used that as his excuse whenever one of the pesky noodles slipped on to his lap or down his chin.

He swallowed his bite and grinned up at Hermione. 'We have to have this at the burrow one day!' he said.

She chuckled again, she seemed to do that a lot here he noted. 'Ron, your mother would have a heart attack!'

'Yeah, but dad would love it! A muggle style meal. Couldn't be better for him. Might have found his birthday present.'

'Oh. Speaking of your dad Ron,' interjected Mr Granger from across the kitchen table, 'I found a few things he might be interested in when I was unpacking all the stuff from Australia. I'll box them up and put them in your room so you can give them to him if you don't mind.'

'Sure, sounds good.'

Once the group had finished their takeaway, they moved to the sitting room to watch tv. It was large, with two big squishy sofas and an arm chair that was instantly claimed by Mr Granger. Ron had seen a telefishion before, but he was still amazed when Mrs Granger turned it on and a tiny little scene appeared complete with tiny little people and tiny little animals. Mrs Granger changed it to some sort of quiz show. Ron didn't really understand it to be honest. It was a muggle show, made for muggles with muggle questions. He didn't mind though. He was happy just looking at something cool and new. The fact that Hermione was there curled into his side didn't exactly make things worse either!

Hermione. The girl who loved him. The girl he loved. His smart little witch who was firing out the answers to questions about people he'd never even heard of. His sexy little witch. He allowed his mind to wonder. And wonder it did. Right to the feel of her lips when she kissed him. The surprising softness of her hair and the way she felt as she pressed up against him…

Pressed up. Fuck! There was something pressed up alright. Right against his trousers. Merlin! And she'd noticed. And her parents were sat right on the opposite side of the room. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His palms began to sweat as he looked down at his girlfriend.

She was looking at him, eyebrows raised and a slight smirk forming on her lips. He shrugged looking uncomfortable. Oh god what a nightmare. Why did he let his mind go there. He needed to think of something else. Quick. Um puppies, kittens, quidditch. He felt Hermione shuffle. She was trying to cover his obvious boner. Thankfully her parents were still oblivious, still engrossed in the quiz show. He knew what she was doing but she didn't seem to understand that moving closer and rubbing against him wasn't exactly helping. Hogwarts, toads, Voldemort. Voldemort. Well that worked. No one could have a boner whilst thinking about that twat. Unless you're a male Belatrix Lastrange perhaps. But then you probably have bigger issues than hiding an erection.

He relaxed and leant his head on the top of Hermione's. 'sorry.' He whispered

He felt her smile and she softly replied, 'don't worry. I don't mind.'

They were quiet for a while as an old grey haired man with a slight beer belly won £350 on the quiz show. The show ended and Mr granger suggested they play a game before bed.

'Now have you ever played monopoly Ron?' He asked staring into a crammed games cupboard

Ron shook his head, 'I don't think so no.'

'Great. Then monopoly it is. It's quite a long game though.' He mused as he pulled the offending board game from the bottom of a packed shelf. 'Perhaps we'll just start it tonight and finish tomorrow.'

They all nodded and Mrs Granger got up and headed towards the kitchen. 'I'll make us all a round of coco then shall I.'

Mr Granger placed the game down on the coffee table and began to start setting it up. It looked complex and Ron sensed that he was going to get confused at some point. Hermione sat up from her position curled against him and leant forward to help her father set up. As she did so she quietly whispered to Ron so that no one else would hear, 'meet me in my room after my parents are asleep.'

He nodded. Butterflies instantly forming somewhere around his navel. He'd never seen Hermione's room before and now he was going to be alone in it with her. With Hermione, his girlfriend, in her room, where her bed was. He swallowed and tried to focus back on what was going on in the room. Mrs Granger was back and she handed him a large mug of hot chocolate. She'd added marshmallows to the top and he grinned as he took a sip, resurfacing with a marshmallow fluff moustache.

The Grangers all laughed and he grinned as he turned to Mr Granger and asked, 'right, so how do you play?'

Ron, it turns out, was good at monopoly. He seemed to have a good sense of what to buy and when. Hermione on the other hand was not. And in typical Hermione fashion, she did not like what she wasn't good at, referring to Ron's success simply as beginners luck. Ron simply shrugged when she said this, deducing that anything else would cause one of their classic Ron/Hermione arguments. Something he really wanted to avoid given what she'd whispered to him earlier.

It was about half past ten when Mr Granger declared it was bed time. The butterflies in Ron's stomach doubled as he followed the family up the stairs, said good night and went into his room. He sat down on the bed and picked up his quidditch magazine to help calm him down. Besides, who knew how long he'd have to wait till Mr and Mrs Granger were asleep.

It wasn't long. Ron had only read around half his magazine by the time the gentle sounds of snoring could be heard from down the hall. He stood up. Took a breath and slowly, quietly opened the door. It was pitch black. Dam he should have thought of that. He took a few steps back and grabbed his wand from the night stand.

'Lumos.' He whispered creeping out into the now dimly lit hallway.

Hermione's room was just opposite. He knocked lightly whispering Hermione's name as he did so. She slowly opened the door and he slipped in before either of her parents awoke.

Her room was not how he had imagined. Somehow, whenever Ron had tried to picture Hermione's bedroom it had seemed rather like a library. Full of large book shelves, a desk, dark wood with that musky book smell. It had to have a bed though and probably a few book lights somewhere and a wardrobe he thought with hindsight. There were books. But the rest of the room was much more girly than he would have believed of Hermione. It was a fairly small room with a cream carpet and lilac walls. Her furniture was white including the big double bed that stood along the right hand wall. And there were those small lights across the ceiling. What are they called? The ones that let of a slight glow, kind of like a fairy. There was a large Gryffindor banner above her desk however that made him smile. And of course there was Hermione. Looking beautiful in the shorts and tank top she often wore as pyjamas.

She was standing there smiling at him as he took in her room. 'Hey.' She whispered as his attention turned back to her.

'Hi.'

She moved to sit cross legged on her bed. It looked comfy with its big squishy pillows and duvet. He sat down next to her.

'What do you think?' she asked

'This, is, so weird.' He murmured in reply

'what do you mean?' she said confusedly

Oh merlin. Now he'd insulted her. 'Nothing.' He said quickly 'Just that you've always spent so much time in my room. I never even thought I'd ever make it in to yours. You know. Back before we weren't we. I mean us. I mean whatever we are.' He was rambling now 'back when we were just friends.'

'You mean before you were my boyfriend?' said Hermione shyly, a hint of blush starting to creep into her cheeks.

His heart thumped. She'd never called him that. Not to his face anyway. They'd never really discussed it. He'd sort of just assumed. His ears started to burn and he was blushing horribly too as he replied 'Yeah back before I was your boyfriend.'

They both grinned. Geeze they could be soppy sometimes. He leant in to kiss her. Revelling in the sweat softness of her lips as they touched and the wildly tangled, yet somehow soft feeling of her hair as his fingers began to tangle into it. He felt her passion rise. Felt it in the force of her kiss and the way she moved further towards him. Her hands were creeping around his neck, fingers toying with the red Weasley hair at the base of his hair line. He groaned. It felt so good. This was Hermione. Hermione like he'd never seen her, never felt her before. Not thinking just feeling.

He'd read the book from Fred and George. He knew where this was going. He'd made out with Lavender Brown a few times in 6th year, but it had never felt anything like this. With Lavender he'd felt bulky, stupid and to be perfectly honest, most of the time he'd been trying to think about Hermione. This was better. Much better. This felt right.

Ron lowered his hands to Hermione's hips, his cold hands making her jump slightly as they brushed against the small gap between her top and her shorts. She leant backwards, head resting against the pillows, pulling him down on top of her as she did so. He pulled back from the kiss and looked at her with raised eyebrows. She simply shrugged and slyly bit her lip. He grinned and leaned back it to kiss her again.

His full weight was on top of her now. She didn't seem to mind. Her legs simply seemed to tangle with his, pulling him even closer if that was possible. This felt amazing. Ron's hand began to slip up Hermione's shirt. 'He couldn't help it' he thought as he gently moved his hands over her stomach. Her kiss deepened. She seemed to like that.

His hands slowly rose till he felt more fabric. He paused for a split second. 'Bra!' he thought. He didn't have much experience with those. He'd seen them before of course. But they'd been his mother's or his sister's. Those didn't count. He'd never gone this far with Lavender. Hadn't wanted to. The only other bras he'd seen had been in pictures. The pictures of half-naked muggle women in a magazine that Dean had shown them in their dormitory after one Christmas break. He panicked and blushed a deep shade of red. Hermione had noticed his pause and looked up at him. His hand was still on her bra, sort of cupping the breast underneath. They looked at each other both of them now blushing.

'Umm.' Started Hermione as she pushed herself up on her elbows.

'Yeah.' Ron murmured back hastily removing his hand and rolling over to lie next to her.

The moment was gone. She pulled her top down and rolled over to face him. She gave him a quick kiss, smiled, closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest. Ron put his arm around her and lay staring up at the ceiling. 'way to go Ron' he thought 'nice way to end that!' he sighed to himself. 'But hey. Now he'd properly snogged Hermione.' He closed his eyes and mentally high fived himself as he drifted off to sleep.