"Ron?" "Yeah?" "Can we talk?" "Sure." Hermione came into the room and sat at the end of Ron's bed. She sat nervously and rubbed her knuckles with her thumb. Ron looked at his feet. "Are you mad at me?"

"No. Why would you think that?" Ron turned scarlet and stared hard at his shoes. "When I left earlier, you had a funny look on your face."

"Well, that's because..." Ron trailed off. "Because what?" "Well, see, I..." "Yeah..." "I was shocked because you told Harry you like me. Were you telling the truth?" Now Ron was looking at Hermione with a terrified gleam in his eye.

"Yes." "So..." They sat there for what seemed like hours. Hermione stared at the walls and the floor while Ron went back to studying his shoes. "Hermione?" "Yeah." "C-C-Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "Can I kiss you?"