Hermione realised she was staring and abruptly climbed into the spare bed Mrs Weasley had set up for her. The creaking of another mattress told her that Ron had also gotten into bed.
"Night Hermione."
"Night Ron."
"Sleep well, dream of me," Ron said quietly
Hermione sat bolt upright and turned the light on at this last comment. She was breathing hard and her heart was pumping. She was looking over at Ron who was staring at her with a confused expression on his face.
"It's you," Hermione whispered.
"I'm what?" asked Ron, sounding bewildered.
"You're…you're cannon sixteen!" Hermione gasped, jumping out of bed and standing up.
Ron also jumped up at this, looking shocked. "Does this mean that you…you are smart girl?" asked Ron.
"That's me," replied Hermione, taking a step towards Ron.
"We've been talking for all this time not knowing it's us?" said Ron, sounding slightly amused.
"Yeah, all this time we've…we've…" said Hermione, trying to find the words to say.
"Been falling for each other without knowing it." Ron finished, moving so close to Hermione that he could feel her warm breath on his lips.
Gradually, without another word they came closer and closer. And after what seemed like an age, their lips met for their first amazing, wonderful, unexplainable kiss…
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Ok guys, that's it. I know it was a short fic and it has taken me ages in between chapters but I hope it's ok. If I have time in the half term holidays I might change the story to make it longer so keep checking! Thanks for all your reviews, they were all really cool, this was my first fic and it has encouraged me to write another one, which I have just completed so keep your eyes pealed because I'll be posting it soon. Thanks again! xx