Hiya ppls! Here we go with chapter 2 ::echos::2..2..2…::ends echo:: I like echos ::thumbs up and a Gilderoy Lockhart smile:: Yeah, so I heres the next chapter. It kinds starts in a weird spot. Its one of those.."where did THAT go" kinda things. Like it neway! Enjoy! ::wink::

Chapter 2, Is This a Problem?

With pastries in hand, Harry and Hermione walked their first trip to the Gryffindor Tower as a couple. When they reached the portrait, Harry decided to go over their new "rules" once more.

"Don't forget, don't say anything!"

"But, Harry, I just don't see why we cant tell Ron! I mean, he IS our friend, and-"

Nervously, Herry cut in with, "Hermione, he CAN'T KNOW. He- he lekies, er…"

"Oh…Oh, I understand," said Hermione, finally seeing the light. "Well, come on, Harry. Lets go bring these up to him."

They walked through the portrait, and into the common room, where they spotted Ron sitting by the fireplace playing what looked like a game of Wizard's Chess against himself.

"Hi, Ron," said Harry, trying his hardest to act normally. "Sorry we took so long, er…Dobby wouldn't shut up!"

"Hey, it's ok. I actually finished my Charms essay!" Ron said, proudly tapping a small pile of parchment. "So, bring on the pastries. I'm starved."

So they ate, and talked about normal topics of conversation. It was almost as if nothing had happened between Harry and Hermione. Although, their nevousness showed when they realized that Ron had eatten as many pastries as the two did put together.

The night-time snach was so enjoyable, they had decided to make a habbit out of it. So every night, Harry and Hermione would sneak off to the kitchens while Ron stayed in the common room to finish his homework. Not only did Ron have time to write his essays, but Harry and Hermione had their only chances to kiss during these daily quests for snacks. ( and they had become acostomed to the Fat Lady's usual screams of "Ah-ha! Public display of affection!") They were surprised when Ron hadn't suspected anything odd about them.

One night, Ron had gotten tired and he went to the dormitories before Harry and Hermione had. This gave the couple more time together.

"How could he get that tired?" asked Hermione.

"Beats me. It's probably from all that Potions homework."

"Well I don't see how he could get tired from that! In Muggle Studies-" Hermione was cut off when Harry kissed her, and again when she kissed him back…

"NOOOOOOO!"

They broke apart.

"Ron! Er, I-" but Harry couldn't explain.

"How could you, Harry? I told you not to go there! I tought we were best friends! I thought I could trust you!"

"Ron, it's not his fault!" Hermione said, cutting in to Ron's dissapointed and angry speech.

"No, you're wrong. It's all his fault. He knew what I, what I thought about you." Ron gave one last disgusted glance around the Common Room. "I;m going back to bed" And he was gone.

Harry and Hermione were left alone, only this time, they didn't dare kiss.