[A/N: This is kind of a transition chapter, sorry if it's a little boring....But next chapter things get a little more interesting!! Please R&R! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed!! (I don't own any of the Harry Potter of Charmed characters.)]

Harry's eyes widened as Hermione kissed him. She opened her eyes and pulled back. "Oh." She whispered. Harry was in shock. He didn't know what to say, one minute Hermione had been crying, the next she was kissing him. Admittedly, he had enjoyed it, but the shock of the moment was still overwhelming.

Hermione bit her lip and sat back. "I-" she stopped, how could she possibly explain what had driven her to kiss him? Harry was staring at her, speechless. "Harry, I'm sorry....." Harry stopped her by putting his finger up to her mouth.

He smiled, finally over-riding his shock, "Not bad, but you could do better." With that, he kissed her again.

-:-Meanwhile-:-

Ron picked up Beth's trunk and carried it to her room. Beth was still shocked by the afternoon's events. She sat down on her other trunk just as Ron tried to lift it.

Ron's face turned red as he tried to lift the trunk with Beth's added weight, but it was too heavy for him so he let go, panting. "Whoooo, okie- dokie, we'll just leave that one there then for now?"

Beth put her face in her hands. "Ugh, I'm so sorry about everything....The cut, my parents, er- the 'towel incident'." Beth blushed, but Ron laughed. "Hey don't worry about anything, I mean, you healed the cut, your parents seem nice, and the towel thing...well, it's a good conversation starter." He smiled.

Beth sighed. "This always happens, something good happens and then my being a witch screws it up again." Ron was confused, "Huh?"

Beth looked sideways at him, "Articulate fellow, you are." Ron shrugged, "I do what I can, but what did you mean "something good"?"

"Oh, this," she looked around, "spending time with Mione, getting away from the Charmed ones....Meeting you and Harry. And then that stupid knife had to go and cut you." Beth reached behind her and picked up the knife. It was a good nine inches long with a wooden handle set with tiny rhinestones.

Beth put the blade in front of her eyes, dangerously close from Ron's point of view. Then she blinked and it vanished. Ron's mouth dropped. "How, wow-" Beth still had her hand in front of her face, gripping an invisible blade. She squinted her eyes and flipped the blade in her hand.

Ron flinched as the blade reappeared and flashed past his ear. He looked at Beth, "Ok, Beth dear, how about we put the nice knifey away. There's a good girl." Beth smiled. "Sorry, it's a family heirloom; the first-born girls inherit it when they turn 15."

She stood up and Ron got the first good look at her he'd had all afternoon. She was tall, but still at least five inches shorter than he, she had chestnut brown hair that was tied back into a bun, and there were wisps framing her face. She had the same eyes as Hermione, large and almond shaped with golden flecks set into a mahogany backdrop. But her eyes held something that Hermione's didn't, a sarcastic, knowing glint that would become characteristic of Beth. She had the figure of someone athletic, but not obsessive. She was wearing hip-hugger jeans and an off-the-shoulder top. Her shoulders were freckled and tan, and she seemed to glow with an American sense of freedom.

"Ah." Ron's mind was reeling with the events of the afternoon and from thoughts of the girl in front of him. His side still hurt a little, so he lifted up his shirt, there was a faint line where the gash had been, it looked like it was still healing. Beth squirmed, "I'm sorry, I can't fully heal yet....I would've if I could-" Ron shook his head, "I'm fine, really."

Beth patted his head, "Good," there was an uncomfortable silence, and Beth, never quite being the one to deal with silence stood up, "Well, that's enough un-packing for one afternoon," Ron looked around the room none of the boxes had been opened.. What un-packing? He thought. "let's go get Mione and Harry and go out to eat."

Ron agreed and they went out to the living room where Harry and Hermione were happily snogging.

Beth looked at Ron for an answer, but his eyes were as wide as hers'. "Er, do you get the impression that we missed something?" Beth asked. Ron nodded and walked behind the couch where Harry and Hermione seemed to be oblivious to all else.

He tapped Harry on the head and jumped back when Harry turned his head. "Beth! Look, it really is them..." Then Ron seemed to come back to his senses. "HEY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Hermione blushed and put her head on Harry's shoulder. Harry shrugged, "Well, we were sitting here, and..then, well here we are." Beth couldn't believe it, she'd just caught her conservative little cousin snogging with the boy she claimed was only her best friend.

Ron was fuming, he'd always felt like Hermione and Harry were like his brother and sister, and to see them making out on a couch.it was like seeing his parents kiss, disgusting and weird.

Beth looked from Ron's bright red face, to Harry's defensive one, and finally to Hermione. She was blushing almost as red as Ron, but she looked happy. Beth smiled at her cousin. "Ok, I think we all need to cool off, so why don't we head out to dinner? My treat." Harry and Hermione quickly nodded, but Ron narrowed his eyes. Beth half-expected him to hiss and start spitting like a cat.

Keeping her eyes on Ron, Beth continued, "And dress nice, after dinner I'm taking you guys dancing." Both Harry and Ron jumped up in protest, "Oh, no. We're guys, we don't dance." Hermione pulled at Harry's arm, "Aw, please? It'd be fun." Hermione had long ago perfected her puppy eyes and put them into play now. Harry was defenseless, so he smiled, "Alright, we'll go," but as he bent down to kiss her again Ron stuck out his hand.

"Watch it buddy." Harry groaned. "Ron grow up, you can have Beth. Er- no offense," he added, looking over at Beth.

She smiled, "None taken, come along Mione, we're going to dress. You boys be ready in half an hour, or we're going to find ourselves a different pair of English hotties."

Ron watched Beth leave, arm-in-arm with Hermione. Harry raised his eyebrows. "An American chick, Ron?" Ron forgot his anger at his best mate and punched Harry in the arm, grinning happily.

"There's nothing wrong with American chicks as far as I can tell..." he muttered as he and Harry headed to their room to get dressed for dinner.