Two days later, he was still thinking about her proposition, unfortunately it was
driving his attention away from his classes. He found History of Magic to be even more
boring than usual today.
After class he stopped by the door, waiting on Hermione. She had stayed behind
to speak with her partner about the upcoming project, probably to guilt the other girl into
spending the next month of her life in the library. That would be his typical Hermione.
HIS Hermione. She would be soon anyway, even if it was only pretend. But…it would be
real enough for him.
She glided out the door and he grabbed her wrist. She cried out in protest, to be
silenced by his other hand. He smiled down at her. She really was beautiful. "Hermione,"
He whispered. He pulled her away to a corner in the hall.
She looked confused and was about to protest. "Yes, Hermione. Yes. I'll do it."
She smiled suddenly and looked over his shoulder at the other students exiting the
classroom. Without warning, she stepped up on tiptoe and kissed him.
He almost pulled away in surprise, but then found himself melting. Her lips were
so, so soft. He had been about to wrap his arms around her, when she pulled away.
Apparently it had been intended as a peck. "Ron, you can't tell Harry. I'd be too
embarrassed. Thank you again. I'll see you at lunch." She smiled, and hugged him,
making sure the other students could see the embrace.
A moment later, she was gone.