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When Ron and Parvati entered the common room close to ten, they saw Hermione, sitting alone in a chair by the fire.

"Where's Viktor?" Ron asked indignantly, noticing with slight panic Parvati's arm had snaked around his waist.

"He went to Hogsmeade, to get a room at the inn. He'll be back tomorrow during breakfast. Dumbledore gave him permission." Hermione's voice was monotonous. Ron bit his lip as her eyes traveled to his waist before meeting his own. He couldn't bear to see the look in her eyes. He looked away, his forehead sweating slightly.

Parvati giggled, obviously thinking this was all one big game. She tightened her grip around Ron's waist and steered him to the armchair directly across from Hermione.

Ron gulped. His eyes widened as Parvati pushed him into the chair before settling lightly in his lap. He knew this was her way of telling Hermione to back off. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, he felt Hermione's eyes practically burn a hole through him.

"Uh, Parvati? Can you possibly…oof…can you maybe move somewhere else?" He gritted his teeth, the pain in his knee making his eyes water.

"Sure!" Her eyes flashed mischievously as she turned completely around. Ron's eyes widened in horror before he realized what she was getting ready to do. With a shrill giggle, Parvati swung her legs over, so that they were resting on either side of Ron's lap. She was straddling him.

Before he could oblige, he felt Parvati's mouth smash against his. The color spread to his ears and cheeks, and he knew the whole Common Room must be watching, including Hermione.

"Par…Pa…Parva…STOP!" He yelled loudly, trying to shove her away.

Her hands, which had been resting lightly on his shoulders, where now gripping him tightly, binding him to the chair. She giggled into his mouth.

"Stop!!!" He yelled again, but Parvati was too strong.

Before he could get another word in (not that it was doing any good) Parvati's elbow accidentally rammed into his crotch. Hard.

"Bloody Hell!" He yelled as loudly as he could, his eyes watering in pain. There was no doubt in his mind that the whole Common Room was watching now.

Without warning, (and to Ron's great relief) Parvati suddenly tumbled backwards, landing headfirst on the rug. He sighed with relief, closing his eyes in embarrassment. When he opened them, he saw a very angry Hermione helping a whimpering Parvati to her feet.

"Don't you EVER do that again!" Hermione yelled, looking at Ron with sympathy. "Look! You hurt him, you little slut!"

Ron hadn't noticed during the "struggle," but now, there were very clear indentations of fingernails on his torn robes. His nose was also bleeding.

"Parvati, you're an animal!" came the yell from none other than George Weasley. "A little too wild for my taste, but hey, you got Ron pretty good there."

The rest of the common room laughed, throwing catcalls and insults at Parvati as she ran up the stairs to her dormitory, her head buried in shame.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked timidly, leaning over the chair and looking at him with worry. "I thought…"

"You thought wrong," he said. "I never even liked her...not in the slightest."

"Oh, then why did you kiss her, Ron? Why?" Her eyes flashed dangerously, and for a second, he thought she might hit him.

"She kissed me!!!" Ron croaked, his cheeks and ears still red from embarrassment. "Besides, I don't even want to kiss her, ever. She's not worth the trouble." He chuckled lightly, looking at his disheveled robes.

Hermione smiled, showing…was it relief? Ron couldn't tell.

"C'mon, I'll take you to the hospital wing. I suppose Madam Pomfrey can fix your robes too."

 He grinned and hugged her tightly. "Thanks, Hermione. I owe you one."

"Oh, you'll get yours, Ron Weasley. You'll get yours." With a laugh, she opened the portrait hole and they walked down the corridor, arm in arm.