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-Harry's POV-

I woke up this morning to the sound of movement. Pulling back the drapery I discovered Neville searching frantically for his favorite quill.

"Mornin' Harry." I narrowly missed being bombarded by some robes on my way to the lavatory. After a well deserved scrubbing, I left our dorm, in search of my best friends.

Upon entering the Common Room, I only saw Ron sitting by himself. He looked up and grinned, nodding towards the exit. He stood up to leave when I asked where Hermione was.

"I dunno Harry. She's prolly doing something important." Even though it was quite early, his sarcasm did not escape me. "Let's just go to breakfast. She'll come down when she's ready."

I was torn over whether or not to probe for more of an answer. Luckily (or unluckily, deciding on how you look at it) my stomach chose that moment to growl loudly, causing us both to laugh, and my decision to be made for me.

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-Hermione's POV-

When I finally got around to dragging myself out of bed, I realized I needed to talk to someone about what had happened between Ron and I. As I dressed, I ticked off my possibilities.

I couldn't talk to Terry, because he was, after all, my boyfriend.

'That didn't stop you from kissing Ron back though.'

I looked in the mirror and glared at myself. "Shut up."

'No. You may not be able to say it out loud, and this way you don't have to go talk to someone who doesn't know what it felt like.'

"OH my god. My mind is insufferable."

'Just like-'

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Leave me alone!!!" I roughly combed my hair, pulled on my robe, grabbed my wand and headed out the door, deciding whom I would talk to as I did so.

Harry.

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-Harry's POV-

Quidditch. If I didn't have to go to school, I am quite positive that I would live and die by Quidditch. Just like Oliver Wood.. I wonder how he and Alicia are getting along now that he's not just a replace-

"HAAARRRYYYYY!!!!"

I wheeled around on my broom, my eyes scanning the ground for who had called my name. Finding Hermione proved no difficult task.

She was standing alone on the middle of an empty field, no books in her arms.

WHOA -

No books??

This was bad.

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-Hermione's POV-
"Hey.. whats.up?" Harry asked, in between trying to catch his breath.

"Nothing Harry." I raised my hand, attempting to tame my wild hair.

"Something is wrong Hermione," he said kindly. "What is it?"

"Nothing is wrong Harry. Am I not allowed to watch my best friend play Quidditch?" I asked defensively, knowing full well he could see through me.

"First of all, you're lying. You're not carrying books, and you're trying to hide it behind giving me some crap about watching me on the field. Secondly, I'm not even playing; I'm practicing. And if you were actually paying attention like the regular Hermione would, you'd have seen that." He led me to the school steps, and we sat down on them. "Now, tell me what happened."

"Nothing really happened. I'm just sort of confused at the moment."

"Is it something to do with Ron?"

'When had Harry become so perceptive?' I thought to myself. "Yes, it is. Um, Harry, I like Ron."

Harry laughed, staring me in the eye, but quieted after seeing my serious expression. "Yeah, I know you do Hermione."

"Oh."

"What's that got to do with anything?"

I looked down at my lap, my hands folded neatly, twiddling my thumbs. "Why does Ron go out with different girls?"

Harry sat hunched over, his elbows resting on his knees, thinking very hard. (Or at least that's what I got from his scrunched up face.. Maybe he was actually-) "No, I don't really know why he does that. I asked him once or twice, but he would just kind of grunt and then he'd start talking about lunch. You know how much he likes to eat."

I sighed sadly, my answer unsatisfied. "Yeah I know. I've got another-"

"I don't mean to interrupt, Hermione, but I've got to get this stuff back into the locker room, then get to dinner. Do you think we could finish this later? Maybe after dinner?"

"Well actually-" I stopped, nervously.

"Hermione, what is it?"

I stood to leave, and said, "Don't worry Harry. I'll.. Ummmmm. I'll see you at dinner, all right? I've got to go now. Bye!"

I ran back inside Hogwarts, and up to my sanctuary. The only place where I could think, privately, with no distractions.

The Library.

Hmm.. Maybe I could find a book to read while I'm there.

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-Ron's POV-

"Hey Harry," I said, looking up from my Quidditch magazine.

"What went on between you and Hermione?"

My mouth kind of hung open for awhile, no doubt collecting some dust before I sputtered, "Me and.. Hermione?"

Harry walked up to me and whacked me upside the head, all the while saying, "Yes, you and Hermione!! She just came up to me and was acting really.."

"Really what, Harry? How was she acting?" I started to become worried, thinking of what I could have possibly done to her to make her go to Harry.. 'The kiss. Duh. And what a kiss that-'

"She was acting really un-Hermione-ish." Harry sat down, slumping, obviously unnerved.

I stifled a laugh as I repeated what he said. "What did she say that was really 'un-Hermione-ish'?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders, leaning back onto the couch, his arms folded in front of him. "I dunno Ron. She wasn't carrying books for one thing. And she kept asking about you and if you had ever told me why you date around so much."

I started to argue that, but decided there wasn't any point. He was just repeating what she'd said. "Well, I think I might know why." I looked up again and when I was sure I had Harry's complete attention, I came clean.

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"YOU KISSED HER!?" Harry yelled for the 10th time.

"YES HARRY, I KISSED HER. NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES YOU REPEAT IT, ITS NOT GOING TO CHANGE. I.KISSED.HERMIONE." I sat down in defeat, massaging my temple.

"I'm sorry, I'm just in shock. My two best friends kissed." He sat down next to me, staring out into space. "Wow."

"Wow?" I laughed. "That's all you have to say?"

"Oh no, trust me buddy. I've got a lot more to say than just that. It's just that my mind isn't fully cooperating with my mouth yet." We laughed for a while after that comment before calming down, both of us sitting quietly. "So what are you going to do now?"

"It's up to her. After we kissed she pushed me away, slapped me, then I asked if she did it because of Terry. She didn't answer, so I took it as a yes." I laughed bitterly before continuing. "Anyway, I told her that she couldn't stand there and say that Terry had ever kissed her like I had just done, and she told me to stop. So I did. I looked at her and could see confusion on her face, so I told her to do it. She wanted to kiss me Harry. ME. Ronald Weasley. You have no idea how high I could have jumped for joy at that moment."

"I bet," Harry said, chuckling. "So did she?"

I smiled wistfully. "Of course she didn't. She's got a boyfriend Harry. She wouldn't allow herself to do something so despicable as that, no matter how much she wanted to. That's just part of what makes Hermione 'Mione. Anyway. I kissed her lightly and then told her that if she ever wanted me to do it again she'd have to ask me. Told her I'd been hurt by her one too many times, and then that by the time she actually got around to asking I might not feel the same way."

"Wow."

"Again with the wows!" I laughed.

"I just mean.. That took guts Ron. Seriously. It took some balls to say that to her. Now there are only two questions I want to ask you."

"Shoot."

"Do you think she'll ask?"

I sighed, folding my hands behind my head. "I know she will. As soon as she realizes what she wants she will."

"Okay, the second question. Do you really think that you might not feel the same by that time?"

"I know I'll still feel the same. There is no power on earth that would make me stop lo- Liking her," I corrected myself.

'There is no way I can say that one yet.'

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-Hermione's POV-

I was bent over a book (surprise surprise) when I felt someone wrap their arms around me and kiss my neck. At first I thought it was Ron, but then Terry came into my view, sitting in front of me. He pulled the book from my grasp, grabbed my hand and said, "Let's get out of here."

I didn't have the heart to tell him no. I hadn't been in the library reading, even if my nose was in a book. I had been on the same page for about 2 hours, finally coming to the conclusion that, boyfriend or not, I loved Ron's kisses, and I could not get enough. But whether liking him and loving his kisses were enough for me to break up with Terry was a different matter altogether.

He pulled me into a hallway I recognized, but he didn't give me the chance to think about it because before I knew it, his lips were against mine, his tongue in my mouth fighting with mine. When his hand worked its way inside my robes I started to get frightened, but I didn't worry too much. It was when his hand started to get under my shirt that I straightened up suddenly and had an epiphany.

I didn't like him.

I didn't like what he was doing to me.

Well I did. But I didn't.

Because it wasn't Ron.

That was when I pushed him away and got a look around the hall I was in. And I felt like crying.

It was where Ron and I had kissed the previous night. And that's when I realized something else.

I didn't want to kiss anyone there but Ron. I didn't want to kiss anyone BUT Ron.

I refocused on Terry and saw his arms reach out to grab me, but I turned right before they reached their target. Instead of getting me, he grabbed the wall, saying, "'Mione, love, c'mere."

"No," I said smiling. "Terry, I've got to go. Now. Bye."

I had to find him. And now. I needed to test something.

But first I needed sleep. And a lot of it.

Right before my eyes closed, I lifted my fingers to my lips, reveling in the memory of Ron's lips on mine. I smiled and began to drift off to a blissful slumber.

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