Ron had asked Hermione if he could have some time to think about her proposal,
and she had gratefully accepted, appreciative that he would even consider her. When he
had gone back up to the dormitory afterwards Harry was full of questions. Ron hadn't
told him, but rather had opted to lie and said he was really tired. He said he would tell
Harry in the morning.
That night he lay awake enclosed in the drawn curtains for hours. He had been so
sure Hermione was about to profess if not her love, then at least her interest. It hurt him a
lot for her to be so openly interested in someone else. Who was it again? That Ravenclaw
guy that Harry had mentioned…
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea. Hermione had at the
very least come to HIM with her problem, not Harry. Besides, he reasoned, she would be
pretending to be his girlfriend. How bad could that possibly be? Perhaps he'd get the
chance to kiss those full, scarlet lips of hers. His lips burned at the thought. To kiss
Hermione, his best friend, the girl that he might love, wouldn't it be heaven?
Ron sighed. He knew what his answer for her would be.