Author's Note: This is set in the fifth book Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. This is my very first fanfiction so it would be really nice if you could please leave a review : ) I don't really have anything else to say, so enjoy reading!

Chapter 1

It was Christmas break, and the only two Gryffindors left at Hogwarts were Anna Cork and Ronald Weasley. There was a blizzard outside, so the two students were stuck inside the Gryffindor common room by the fireplace. Anna was curled up in an armchair reading a book on Herbology while Ron sat on the sofa right in front of the fireplace reading a copy of Quidditch Through the Ages.

Suddenly, a cool breeze swept through the room, and Anna shivered. She tried rubbing her hands together in an attempt to warm her fingers up but failed in doing so. Ron noticed Anna's movements and asked, "It's a little chilly in here, isn't it?"

Anna looked at Ron, startled by his sudden words, and responded shyly, "Yeah, it is."

"There's plenty of room over here if you want to sit by me so that you're closer to the fire," Ron gestured to the cushion next to him.

Anna gulped nervously and nodded her head, "Sure."

Ron put his copy of Quidditch Through the Ages down and shifted over on the sofa. Then Anna got up from her spot in the armchair and sat down next to Ron; the cushions were still warm from the body that was just there moments ago. Anna stuck her hands before the fire from her spot on the sofa and began warming up her hands. The pair sat next to each other silently for a few minutes so that the only audible sound was the gentle howling of the wind against the glass windows.

"So, how come you aren't spending the holidays with your family?" Ron asked, not wanting to bear the awkward silence anymore.

"Oh, I don't like my family very much; they aren't the best lot to be around. What about you?" Anna turned her head to look at Ron; she thought that he would surely be spending the holidays hanging out with Harry and Hermione.

"I thought I'd just stay here during the holidays and catch up on my studies." He shrugged nonchalantly.

The truth was, he had gotten into a fight with his mum and dad just the other day about completing the necessary responsibilities that come with being a Prefect at Hogwarts. Ron had been letting first years get away with buying skiving snackboxes from Fred and George and let them use them to get out of class. Ron had, unfortunately, been caught though, when Hermione had owled Arther and Molly, telling them about the three boy's immature behavior. After a short visit with his parents two days into his break, Ron decided that it would be best to stay at Hogwarts and give his parents some space.

"Fun," Anna says, not knowing what else to say.

"Not really, I don't like reading very much," Ron said and lightly tossed his book onto a side table.

"Oh," Anna looked down at her hands and started fidgeting with them nervously. She hated that she was so awkward around other people.

"But you know what I do like?" Ron gazed into Anna's blue eyes intensely.

Anna looked up at Ron curiously, "What?"

"You," Ron said bravely; mustering up all of his courage.

Suddenly, Ron's face was mere inches away from Anna's, and his warm breath tickled her cheek, causing her to sigh nervously.

"Really?" Anna asked incredulously while looking into Ron's sky blue eyes.

"Since our second year," Ron said.

Anna couldn't believe her ears; Ronald Weasley had just told her that he liked her. It was a dream come true. Ronald Weasely had fancied her for the past four years. Anna had assumed that Ron was in love with Hermione because of how the two acted around each other. She could see the love and admiration in Ron's eyes when he talked to Hermione. She never once believed that they would break up. But then again, the two did bicker and argue a whole lot. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. After all, Anna was told as soon as she experienced her first heartbreak that sometimes your first love isn't your only one.

Anna's eyes darted down to Ron's lips and back up to his eyes. She wanted so badly to kiss him passionately on the lips right then and there. She could feel the tension build up in her lower abdomen Ron seemed to be thinking the same thing because he suddenly closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her.

* Anna's POV *

Ron's warm lips collide with mine in a matter of seconds, and I feel the fire in my chest explode. He gently cups my face in his hands and continues to kiss me fervently. The world around me is spinning as I try to comprehend what is going on around me. After a few moments, Ron pulls away from the kiss and rests his forehead against mine so that he can catch his breath.

"I've been wanting to do that for such a long time," he says.

"Me too," I say timidly.

Ron leans in and kisses me on the lips again, this time more passionately. I run my hands through his fiery red hair as we kiss and lift myself onto his lap. Something hard pokes my left leg, and I shift uncomfortably in Ron's lap. I look down next to my leg and see a prominent bulge in his pants. A light blush creeps onto my face as I realize something. I, Anna Cork, just turned Ronald Weasley on.

I look up at Ron. His eyes are closed, and he's wearing a look of pleasure and discomfort on his face.

"Uh, Ron?" I ask nervously.

My heart hammers through my chest in anticipation as I wait for Ron to respond.

"Yes?" he says; his eyes still closed.

"Are you, uh, okay?"

Ron bites his lip lightly and holds his breath for a moment, then sighs, "Er, yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?" I ask in a worried tone.

"Yes… I'm sure." He opens his eyes, "Just needed a minute to breathe."

"Oh, okay," I say, still a tad bit red in the face.

Suddenly, Ron's soft, warm lips meet my neck. He moves his mouth up my neck and starts kissing my jawline tenderly. I close my eyes and a small moan escapes my mouth as he gently sucks on my neck. I know there's going to be a mark there afterward, but I don't care; I'm too caught up in the moment to care about anything else but Ron and how he's making me feel.

Ron kisses me fervently on the mouth and presses his tongue against my lips, asking for permission to enter. I decide to slowly part my lips and let him take the lead. I feel the butterflies going crazy in the pit of my stomach as Ron and I's tongue battle for dominance. Suddenly, I feel his hands at the hem of my skirt, and I jump slightly.

"Is this okay?" Ron asks tentatively.

I only nod in response; too nervous to speak.

Ron kisses me on the lips and smooths his hands over my bare sides, causing chills to go down my spine. He firmly grasps my hips with his hands and moves me so that I'm straddling his waist. I feel my center press against Ron's growing erection, and I begin to feel an unbearable pressure in my lower abdomen. Suddenly, I have some sort of desire to do something much more with Ron. This is when I decide I need to stop. I've only just had my first kiss, I don't need to have sex for the first time too. I pull my lips away from Ron's and lie my head against his chest.

"I suppose you want to just lay here now?" I can hear the disappointment in Ron's voice.

I tilt my head up so that I'm looking at him with pleading eyes, "Is that okay with you?"

I can see the lust and desire in his eyes, "Of course, that's fine."

"Okay," I mumble tiredly.

I lay my head back down onto his chest and listen to the gentle beat of his heart as he rubs my back with his hand. I hug Ron's warm torso tightly and press my head into his chest even more, and he hums in response. His masculine scent fills my nostrils as I inhale the surrounding air.

A heavy sleep begins to come over me, and I slowly drift off into a deep slumber in Ron's warm and gentle embrace.