Chapter 4 – The Hookup

A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. We were really busy, and the story got shoved to the side. This was my first fan fic, so please go easy on me. I know its cheesy and all, but please read and review. Thank you!

        Meanwhile…The night before.

        "Where did Harry go?" Hermione asked.

        "I don't know. Maybe he went to bed," Ron replied.

        "Well I'm going to bed then."

        "Ok, night."

        A little later Ron was wondering why Harry wasn't back from where ever yet. "Oh well. He might be somewhere important." Ron thought as he drifted off to sleep.

        The next morning, Ron woke up and walked down to the common room. Hermione was sitting on the couch reading a book.

        "Well I might as well tell her I love her now, while Harry's not around," Ron thought as soon as he saw Hermione sitting there by herself.

        "Hermione, I have something to tell you."

        "What is it?" Hermione asked looking up from her reading.

        "Well, I, um. Hermione, I like you," Ron said hurriedly.

        Then he rushed over to Hermione and kissed her deeply. Hermione was so taken by surprise; she could only kiss him back.

        Pretty soon they were getting really into it. When the portrait hole suddenly opened, and Harry walked in, right as Hermione yelled, "Oh, Harry!"

        "What do you mean Harry?" Ron asked. "My name is Ron, in case you've forgotten or something."

        "No…Harry," Hermione replied, pointing at Harry standing there with a weird sort of grin on his face.

        "Its about time," Harry said. "You've only liked each other since for ever."

        "You have?" Hermione asked, turning to Ron.

        "Yeah, ever since fourth year, that's why I was so made when you went with Krum to the Yule Ball," Ron replied, blushing a deep crimson.

        "So are you two going out now?" Harry asked.

        "Well, I guess so," Hermione replied with a smile.

        "So where were you last night, anyway, Harry?" Ron asked when he and Hermione had finally broken apart and were sitting on the couch with Harry.

        "No where," Harry slowly replied.

        "Where you with Parvati?" Hermione asked knowingly.

        "May – I mean, no. Why would you think that? I don't like he or anything," Harry quickly replied.

        "Riight," Ron and Hermione said together slowly.

        "What?" asked Harry.

        "It's just that whenever we're near Parvati, you turn all red and start stuttering." Hermione said in the tone that you would use with a two-year-old.

        "Whatever," Harry replied as he walked off to the boy's dormitories.'

        Even thought it was only one in the afternoon, Harry was exhausted. He hadn't got to sleep until three in the morning, and he had woken up at nine in the morning. He would have liked to sleep in later, but Parvati woke him up telling him that if they weren't at breakfast, people would get suspicious.

        Reluctantly, Harry opened up his bag and pulled out his schoolbooks. He still had loads of homework to do, and he hadn't even touched it since Friday afternoon.

        Slowly, he opened up his Potions book, took out a roll of parchment, a quill, some ink, and began writing.

        Two hours later, he was finished with the three-foot-long Potions essay, and had started his Transfiguration paper. Yawning, Harry put down his quill, and headed back to the common room for a break.

        As he slowly descended the steps, Harry saw something that made him look twice.

        Ron was sitting there on the couch…kissing Hilary! They looked like they had been this way for quite a while, too. Hilary had both her hands around Ron's neck, and Ron's hands were slowly wandering up the back of her shirt.

        This whole scene confused Harry, he thought that Ron and Hermione were going out, so what was Ron doing making out with Hilary?