Hey this is my first fic, it's really short but I have an idea for another chapter if you want one. Please let me know what you think, all advice is welcome!

Obviously I'm not J.K, for she is a wonderful writer and well...I'm not, deal.

It had to be past midnight, Ron was certain of it. He'd been lying in his bed for hours listening to the sound of Harry sleeping and thinking about the next day. He, Harry, and Hermione had decided to spend their last Christmas at Hogwarts but he wasn't thinking about presents, not really anyway. He was thinking about Hermione, this would be their first Christmas, together, as a couple. They'd only been dating for five months, but he knew he'd love her forever. Maybe that's what possessed him to buy the emerald promise ring sitting ever so perfectly wrapped at the foot of her bed. He absolutely could not wait until she opened it, he wanted to see her eyes sparkly the way he imagined. He wanted to take her in his arms and feel the warmth of her skin on his own. At the moment his dreams felt more real than ever before, be he discovered he wasn't imagining this time. He opened his eyes to find Hermione, in his bed, wrapping her arms around him.

"I couldn't wait till morning to see you," she whispered.

"I'm glad you came…I was thinking about you."

"Oh you were," she raised an eyebrow and his heart fluttered the way it always did when she looked him directly in the eyes, "and what, may I ask, were you thinking about me?"

"I was just thinking about how I'm the luckiest guy ever because you're so beautiful and wonderful."

"Oh stop it," but he felt her leg go around his and noticed that she was only wearing her underwear, "your flattery can't fool me."

"I think you're quite wrong Ms. Granger."

She allowed him to pull her close and kiss her passionatly and, ever so slowly, he slipped his hands under her shirt to caress her back.

Hermione pulled away from his lips, "Mr. Weasley, are you trying to make a pass at me?" she batted her eyes ever so seductively, "what am I to do about this?" But before he could answer she placed her hands on his bare chest and, slowly, but very assuredly, moved them downward until she reached the elastic on his boxers.

"Hermy, please don't start anything you don't intend to follow through with, because I may not be able to stop."

She pulled his boxers down and threw them to the side. She grabbed his bare arse and send shivers down his spine. "Hermione is touching my arse" he thought, "and I'm completely naked." Before he could voice how nice this felt, Hermione answered his last question.

"Ron, I'm quite aware of what I'm doing. I want this just as much as you do, I'm sure."

"But what if Harry wakes up?" He could barely believe he had said something that would stop his deepest desire from coming true.

"I put a sound proof charm around your bed; he won't be able to hear anything."

"Aren't you the cleverest witch at Hogwarts?"

"But of course...would you like me to show you how clever?"

Ron moaned as she began kissing his neck, "Hermione, are you certain this is what you want?"

"Ron, I'm more certain than Morgraff was when he named the Costal Galaxy."

"WHAT?!?!" but he knew he couldn't hold out much longer, her body felt far to nice against his erection for him to ever stop.

"Obviously you haven't been paying attention in class Mr. Weasley. I shall just have to teach you a lesson."

After those words, Ron was to lost in the bliss of being inside Hermione that he didn't know if he would ever allow her to sleep in her own bed again.