Hermione was beginning her sixth year at Hogwarts. Time flew over the summer with her parents, and it was almost time for school again, and she was spending the rest of her vacation with the Weasley's. She waited patiently for her parents to be ready for departure. They were up in their room, getting dressed and ready. They were supposed to drive her to Diagon Alley at 12, to meet Ron and his family there. It was already 11:30. Hermione paced up and down the living room patiently. She had done a lot of thinking over the summer, and this time it wasn't about her studies. It was about Ron. Over the past five years that she had known him and Harry, something changed inside her. When she was around Harry, she noticed, she felt a bit more comfortable and care free, but with Ron, she felt constantly embarrassed, and worried about what she looked like. She also got a butterfly sensation in the pit of her stomach when she saw Ron, and it had never happened with Harry, ever. Hermione had made the conclusion that she had feelings for Ron, not just friendly ones, like she did with Harry, but more than friend ones. Maybe it would pass, she found herself repeating this in her head, all the time, but to no extent did the feeling actually pass.

As she sat down on the large, brown floral couch, waiting for her parents, she closed her eyes. Maybe she could sneak in a nap. As she settled into the couch, finally letting herself drift off into a deep sleep, something awoke her.

CRACK!

Hermione sat upright, eyes wide open, when she saw a puff of greenish smoke emitting from the fireplace. She coughed, and waved it away with her hand, only to find Ron, standing before her sheepishly.

"Ron! What on earth? I thought we were meeting in Diagon Alley!" Hermione croaked, staring into Ron's soot covered face.

"Thought I'd come pick you up..." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "Didn't think it would make such a mess." He said, looking at the now dust covered floor.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, at Ron's attempt to make a clean entrance into her house.

"Anyway, its um...good to see you Hermione." He said.

Hermione noticed Ron's face blushing furiously, and she wondered why. All of a sudden he walked up to her, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Hermione felt like a swarm of butterflies were trying to break free of her stomach. She slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, and settled her head into his chest. Her face was hot, and bright red as she listened to his heartbeat, which was going at a pretty fast pace. She smiled before they let go, both red in the face, and staring at the floor. Finally Ron broke the ever lasting silence.

"You uh...ready to um, go?" He stuttered.

"Yeah, let me just tell my parents that your taking me." Hermione said, rushing up the steps to tell her mum and dad.

She knocked on their brown, wooden door softly.

"Hello?" She asked.

"Yes dear, come in." Hermione heard her mother's comforting voice through the door.

"Um, is it alright if Rontakesmetohishousebecauseh esalreadyhere." Hermione's words were slurred together, and she stared at the ground, feeling her face heating up again.

"What was that dear?" Her father asked curiously.

"Well, Ron sort of flooed here, and wanted to pick me up. Is that alright?" She asked.

"Of course." Her mother said.

"Thanks mum!" Hermione said, smiling.

"Ron? Aren't you two dating now?" Her father asked.

"What?! No! Of course not, no! Why on earth would you think that?!" She said, panicking. Hermione could definitely feel her face in a deep blush now.

"I don't know, you seem to be getting a lot of letters from him lately, and you two just seemed like you were, when you said good bye last year at the station." Her father replied.

"Oh, well I hug Harry too." Hermione stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but not for as long as you did." Her mother winked at her.

"You two are being very odd." Hermione said, laughing uncomfortably. "Can I go now, please?" Hermione shifted from one foot to another.

"Sure dear." They all said their goodbyes, and Hermione bounded out of their room, glad to be leaving.

She ran down the stairs, only to find Ron standing in the same place.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yes." She said, barely being able to look him in the eyes after the chat with her parents.

"Where's your stuff?" He asked.

"Oh! Right! Almost forgot." Hermione went to the kitchen, and began to drag the heavy trunk, with her small arms. If only I could use magic right now, she thought.

"Here." Hermione saw Ron's arm come in behind her, and pick up the trunk in his hands, carrying it out, and placing it in the fireplace.

"Thanks." Hermione said, smiling at his new maturity.

They both stepped into the fire, and Ron took a handful of floo powder from his pocket, and threw it onto the ground.

"The Burrow!" He shouted, loud and clear.

Then Hermione felt herself become engulfed in flames, and whisked away. As she felt the sudden pull of flooing, she felt a large warm hand grasp onto hers, and she knew it was Ron's. She smiled, and they arrived at the Burrow.

A/N – So guys, what did you think? I hope you liked it. I have been very busy, so the amount of time in between each chapter can be anywhere from a day to a couple of weeks. Ok, so I also have a little poll for you guys:

For those of you who saw the big on screen kiss between Ron (Rupert Grint) and Hermione (Emma Watson) what did you think? I know its a little late to be asking, but did you think it was too fast, or you were upset that you couldn't see their lips, do you think it could have been slower, and more passionate, or did you think it was perfect? Did you have a perfect scenario of what you would have wanted in the kiss? If you did, or just want to tell me your opinion, put it in the review section, or PM me! Whatever you want! K, buy guys!

-Roxy