Ron never got an answer. Hermione turned and kissed him with all the
energy she had built up over the last 24 hours. Ron's legs turned to
spaghetti. His arms went numb and his face was hot. He was sure his head
was about to float away.
"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione was looking at him with some concern.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"I'm great. You know, everything's different now."
"Yeah. I know. How do you think Harry's going to feel about this?"
"He'll be fine. I saw his holding hands with Ginny downstairs earlier."
"You WHAT?"
