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Authors Note: Hey everyone! This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction so I apologize if there are some mistakes. There will be about 11 chapters, so I should have updates relatively fast. Well, here's chapter one, I hope you enjoy it!

S.O.S

Chapter 1

Hermione Granger was excited. Today was the day that she was to go to the Burrow! There were two weeks left in the summer, and for those two weeks she was to see a certain red headed Weasley twenty-four/Seven

The thought of being with him constantly filled her with happinessand yet it also caused a stab of pain. She did not think that Ron could ever feel for her what she felt for him. It consumed her thoughts always. She could be reading a book, or talking to her parents, but the thought of Ron was always there, lingering on the edges of her mind. It was involuntary, almost tortuous. At some times she relished in thinking of him, of mentally counting the freckles on that wonderful face she had memorized. At other times it seemed a curse; a silent reminder of what she felt she could never have.

To tell you the truth, Hermione was a bit intimidated by Ron. You see, Ron was very good looking. His crimson hair ,which was almost never brushed, fit perfectly on top of his tall frame. His eyes were large and filled with a blue fire which was almost hypnotic. She loved how his freckles rested on his pale skin, and how his thin lips sat on his face, always straight and serious, except for when he played chess when they quirked up at the ends in a slight smile. He was also lean, something Hermione envied.

Hermione looked in the mirror a sighed. She was not fat, but she had a little fat on her stomach and thighs which bothered her. Most of the girls she saw didn't seem to have an ounce of fat on them, which she knew guy s liked. Her face was decent, there seemed to be nothing horrible about her huge brown eyes or thin lips. Her bushy hair was down as usual, falling a little past her shoulders.

Oh well' she thought. There's nothing I can change right now.'

Ron was to come to her home at noon by floo powder to help her bring her things to the Burrow. She was very happy that he was coming, she missed him so. She sat in front of the TV, anxiously counting the minutes. When it was 11:50 she began to get nervous. She did want him to come, but a part of her was scared of seeing him after almost a whole summer. Would he have changed? Had she changed? She did not think she had. Did he really want her to come, or was he just being polite and continuing the tradition of having her visit?

This is stupid, he's going to come no matter the motives. You're too paranoid, just get your stuff together' she thought.

She turned off the TV, and checked over her trunk. She had put so many books in, to the point where the trunk would not close. Hermione was not very strong so she stood wrestling her trunk top down. She was not about to take out one novel! They were some of her muggle classics that she loved, and she needed them for the school year. As she sat on her trunk, the top and inch from closing, she heard a knock on her door.

"Come in!" she called, thinking it was her mother or father coming in for a last goodbye.

Then Ron walked in. She froze when she saw him. The feelings she had with held since their first year made her heart swell. She felt a smile form on her face. Wow, Ron looks really good' thought Hermione. She felt like an idiot, like she always did around him. Despite her book smarts, she was a wreck when it came to emotional matters.

"Hey Hermione!" said Ron, "Having a problem?" He pointed at the trunk. Hermione blushed and nodded. Then in a flash he walked over a secured the trunk, as if it had been nothing. Afterwards he walked to Hermione and they hugged.

He smells good' thought Hermione as she greeted him. "How has your summer been?" she asked.

"Oh you know" began Ron, "eating, sleeping, quidditch. The usual. Not as fun without you around. How about you?"

Hermione blushed at his last statement. "I read", she said. And thought about you day and night' she added silently.

"Finished packing?" asked Ron.

"Almost, just sit down I'll be done in a moment."

"Okay" said Ron.

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I'm sitting in Hermione's bedroom. Huh. Nice woodwork, I suppose. Hermione looks very nice.I wonder if she still speaks to Vicky.. Why do I like Hermione of all people? The girl Viktor Krum likeswell, I think he still likes her Even if he does, I knew her first! That gives a bloke certain rights!' Ron sat up straighter at his silent victory.

A song came on, on the radio and Hermione said "I love this song!"

Ron listened to it. "What is it?" he asked.

"S.O.S By Abba!"

"Abba?"

"Yeah. Its stands for their names, but I forgot them. I know there's two women and two men though."

"Guys?" said Ron. "What? Are they castrated?" he asked on hearing the high pitched voices.

"Oh Ron" Hermione said as she sat next to him. "It's a wonderful song."

Oh my, I'm quite close to Ron. Why, only inches separate us! I wonder if my feelings are noticeable. Calm down! You're just his friend for better or for worse'

Hermione is sitting next to me' thought Ron. Don't move. See what she does.' He listened to the lyrics of the song.

"So when you're near me, darling cant you hear me? S.O.S!

The love you gave me, nothing else can save me! S.O.S!

When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?

When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?"

This is the worst song I've ever heard' thought Ron. But Hermione loved it.

"This is a cool song!" exclaimed Ron as he turned to look at her. She had been staring at him. He stared back. Their eyes locked. Ron felt his heart beginning to beat extremely fast and felt like a fool, but little did he know Hermione's was doing the same.

Oh God, he's caught me staring!" thought Hermione. At least he's not saying anything. Is he staring back? Do I dare to hope? Oh he's so close' and then Hermione let her hormones take over. Without feeling, just with pure need, she leaned over and gently kissed Ron's lips.

Ron froze, overcome with shock, until the reality of the moment sunk in. He could feel his ears turn bright red. He was sixteen years oldbut this was his first kiss! With Hermione, who to say the least had been special to him as long as he had known her. Ron kissed Hermione back as a river of happiness seemed to pass through his veins. This is heaven' he thought.

Their gentle kiss lasted a moment and then they parted. Hermione licked her lips, which seemed to be jumping with life. She looked at Ron, searching for some response. His eyes were wide and staring at the floor. After a moment he looked at her trunk and spoke.

"Well, uh, lets get going!" he stood as he spoke these words. Then, it was Hermione's turn to stare at the floor, as she felt her heart break.

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