A/N: Yeah, this fic is completely fluff. My bestest buddy Becca (now there's some alliteration) and I were complaining about the shortage of good Ronione fics and I somehow let myself be talked into posting this. So if it sucks, blame Becca. :)
Dedication: This is, obviously, dedicated to the one and only Becca Boo! tear My little baby is growing up! Crazy senior. I love you so much! Ronione forever! And of course...
Happy Birthday to you
Happy Birthday to you
You look like a monkey
And you act like one too!
Old habits die hard :) Sorry I'm a day late!
Disclaimer: Everything is property of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing here. Except... no, I own nothing.
I've Got a Secret
"Look at you, working away on a Friday night? Haven't you got anything better to do?"
"Well, my boyfriend seemed too busy eating nine helpings of pudding to see me leave dinner," Hermione said, smiling.
"Ah, but that's where you're wrong," Ron said, leaning close to her ear. "Your boyfriend was actually being a very smart man and letting you go on ahead so it didn't look like you were leaving together." He kissed her on the cheek. "And he stayed around for one last helping to make it more believable."
"Brilliant, as always," Hermione said, cupping his face in her hands and brushing her lips against his. "So where'd Harry go?"
"Why, would you rather go make out with him?" Ron teased. "Went down to the pitch to check on conditions for practice tomorrow, he'll never notice we're gone."
"You know," Hermione said as Ron kissed her again. "If Madam Pince catches us, she'll throw us out forever."
"And all the better for it," Ron said, but helped Hermione pile her books into her bag and quickly followed her out of the library. Once they had turned the corner, he pulled her behind the tapestry that led to the secret passage to the second floor and kissed her passionately. They scurried down the passage and ran across the hall to a small, unused classroom, and Hermione quickly locked the door behind them. Hermione giggled and jumped up onto one of the few desks, next to a window, and Ron kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him and allowed his tongue passage into her mouth, pushing him down gently onto the desk and weaving her hands through his hair. She opened her eyes and caught a brief glance out the window. Then she gasped and shoved Ron down under the window.
"What?" Ron asked in bewilderment.
"Harry," Hermione moaned.
"Where?"
"Out the window, coming back from the pitch!" She dared a peek out the window and saw that Harry had stopped peering up at the window and was walking quickly toward the front doors.
"Did he see us?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, probably - oh, no, this is terrible!" Hermione said, wringing her hands. "This is not at all how I wanted him to find out about us! What are we going to do?"
"I told him I'd be doing homework in the common room," Ron said suddenly.
"Then go, run, you have to get there before he does! Tell him - tell him anything!" Hermione said quickly, nearly pushing him off the desk. "Go!" Ron straightened his robes and brushed his hair back from his face, starting to run out the door. He came running back and kissed her one last time before bolting out and down the hall.
Hermione sighed, leaning back against the wall. How could she be so stupid, to lead them right in front of the window that faced the Qudditch pitch? But something about Ron - about kissing Ron, holding Ron, made every bit of rational thought fly out the window. At the beginning, neither was sure of what they were doing, and they decided not to tell Harry in case things didn't work out. Now, however, it had been nearly two months and Hermione had never been happier. And now telling Harry - and everyone else, for that matter - seemed even more difficult, because how do you explain that you're already ridiculously far into a relationship?
Hermione left the classroom to go back to the library, hoping Ron could - well - do something to make Harry believe it had not been the two of them in the window. Because if he couldn't, there would be hell to pay tonight.
Ron arrived in the Gryffindor common room panting, having just run through every shortcut he could think of to get up to the tower. He sat down in a chair near the back, trying to catch his breath. He'd been lucky to beat Harry, but there was no doubt he'd be arriving any minute.
The portrait hole swung open again, and Harry climbed through. He looked around, his brow furrowed, and then spotted Ron in the back. Ron waved a hand weakly and Harry hurried over to him.
"Do you know where Hermione is?" Harry asked as greeting.
"No idea," Ron said promptly.
Harry sighed. "You are not going to believe this." He sat down and leaned closer to Ron.
"What?" Ron asked, a mixture of confusion and worry bubbling inside of him.
"Well - I'm not sure, but - I think I saw Hermione fooling around with someone in a classroom on the second floor," Harry said conspiratorially.
Ron blinked. With someone. He could have laughed in relief, but quickly held his face expressionless. "What?"
"I was coming back from the pitch and I looked up and there she was, full-out snogging someone almost up against the window." Harry shook his head in wonderment.
"That's... er..." Ron searched for something to say while attempting to fight down relief and still-present apprehension. "Interesting," he finished lamely.
Harry mistook his expression for something else and said, eyes widening, "You don't still have that little thing for her, do you?"
Ron blushed. Well, not exactly. It's more of a reciprocated, full-out passion than a passing fancy, so... "No," Ron said quickly. "No, not at all."
"That's good, because honestly, mate, I don't think you'd have much of a chance against whoever this guy was," Harry said, chuckling. "I've never seen her so riled up, it looked like she was mauling him." Ron laughed weakly. "Can't believe she didn't tell us, though," Harry continued. "I wonder who it is. Do you have any idea?"
"None at all," Ron said.
"Yeah, me neither, I didn't get a good look at him. He could be in this room right now. It could be anyone," Harry said in a mock-detective voice. He looked around the room as if expecting Hermione to appear, kissing the same boy from before.
"What could be anyone?" Ginny said, plopping down in the chair next to Harry.
"Hermione's secret boyfriend," Harry said excitedly.
"What? Hermione's got a secret boyfriend?" Harry nodded. "You're kidding!" Ginny cried, her jaw dropping. "How d'you know?"
"Saw them myself. Do you know who it could be?"
"No, she never even told me she fancied anyone," Ginny said. "Why do you think she hasn't told anyone?"
"She probably has a really good reason," Ron said quickly.
"What would be a good enough reason to hide something from us?" Harry asked, looking a little wounded. Ron didn't say anything, suddenly realizing that perhaps not telling Harry was worse than telling him.
"Well, when she gets here, I'm asking her who it is," Ginny said.
"Why? Do you think that's a good idea?" Ron said, panicking. "I don't think we should ask."
"Don't you want to know?" Harry asked incredulously. "I'd think you, of all people... there she is!" Ron and Ginny turned to the portrait hole, where Hermione was clambering through. She spotted them and paused for a second before walking over slowly.
"What's up?" she asked them, though directing the question at Ron.
"Nothing," Ron said, shaking his head almost imperceptibly, trying to find some way of warning her but failing.
"Well, that's not true," Harry said, and Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide. "We've got a little something to ask you."
"Yes?" Hermione said nervously.
"Who were you making out with earlier on the second floor?" Harry asked, grinning.
Hermione stared at Harry, then at Ron, then back to Harry. "I... erm..." she looked at Ron again. "That's none of your business." She sat down haughtily, pulling a book out of her bag. Harry's mouth fell open and he looked at Hermione.
"What?" he asked. "Come on, Hermione, we wanna know!"
"Whining never got you anywhere," Hermione said airily, though Ron could see her hands shaking.
Ginny sighed. "You're no fun. You'd know I'd tell you if I had a secret boyfriend!"
"Well, you know, I don't know how my... er... secret boyfriend feels, so I'd really rather not tell anyone right now," Hermione said.
"Fine, fine," Harry said in disappointment. "But this is not over. I'm going to bed. Coming, Ron?"
"Er, yeah," Ron said. Harry stood up to go and then turned swiftly back to Hermione.
"Just one thing," he said sharply. "It's not a Slytherin, is it?"
Hermione's mouth twitched. "Of course not." Harry and Ginny looked relieved, and Harry led the way to their dormitory.
Ron looked back at Hermione. "G'night," he mouthed.
"Night," she mouthed back.