Chapter the First

It was wee hours in the morning when Hermione decided that she would call it a night. I'd seen her step away, still in my sweater only to face the horror. I believe it would be everyone's horror to find McGonagall standing stern faced, hands at her hips, discovering that the school's know-it-all had pretty much spent the night in a boys dormitory. Her hair that was usually neatly and tightly pulled back in a bun had been in all places. Though it was her eyes that made her completely frightening! "Miss. Granger!" She shrieked, echoing in the empty common room. "You of all people. I came due to some complaints, from your fellow worried roommates. I wake to witness you come out of the boys' dormitory, to find you've been snogging with Harry, or Ron.

Hermione blushed furiously. That was harsh. It was Ron, Hermione said to herself. They always made Ron sound like a second, and she knew perfectly well that it wasn't Harry's fault, but Ron was his own person too. Professor McGonagall hadn't finished however.

"You should find yourself lucky that I am as nice as to let you slide, but if you dare to sneak into a boy's dormitory again, then you'll suffer the consequences. Good Night Miss. Granger, or in this case, Good Morning." And she stormed away.

"This is going to be some morning" Hermione whispered to herself and ascended the girls staircase. This was the worst idea Hermione had ever come up with however. All the girls had pressed their ears against the door to hear the conversation with McGonagall and they heard it well. She walked into a room of fits and giggles.

"Oh god," Hermione was on the verge of walking out, when they all pushed her down on the bed. By all this was meant, Lavender, Parvarti, Ginny, and Katie.

"So... McGonagall said Harry and Ron! You heard that girls!" started Lavender approvingly. Hermione blushed incredulously.

"Stop it!" She demanded.

"Hey Hermione," Ginny cried, "Stay off Harry, he's mine." she teased.

"Ugh, this is going to be some morning." Hermione found herself saying again.

Soon enough everyone was crying in unison "Ron and Hermione aaannnddd Harry sitting in a tree..."

"You told them" Ron said through gritted teeth. Harry was blushing... correcting everyone who was singing the silly rhyme.

"NO, its only them two," Harry would say pointing in our direction, not exactly resolving the conflict. It died down a bit by mid breakfast and we finally had a decent conversation.

Ron and Hermione gave each other nervous looks.

"So... what are we going to be doing on this beautiful Saturday, love?" he whispered in her ear, not realizing that Harry had been overhearing.

"Oh, Ron, I have"... she trailed off... "Lots of things to do today, lots of homework. Why?" she dared questioned. Ron frowned.

"I just thought we would be s-,"

"Snogging in the broom closet" finished Harry. At the next moment he bent over and put his finger down his throat, symbolizing his soon-to-be- vomiting.

"No, Harry, that's what we will be doing." Ginny said smiling, helping herself to "his" porridge, and was now pushing the fact that Ron knew all about their secret affair (which no longer made it secret).

"We've moved up to the broom closet now have we? Ahh, my back was getting a bit cramped in the toilet stall" They both looked at each other goggly eyed. Looking like they were about to eat each other up for breakfast. Ron witnessed it all. Despite all the fumes coming out of his ears, he managed to blurt out.

"Bloody hell! I think I just lost my appetite (everyone gasped at this). It's disgusting!" he said out loud.

Hermione's eyes shot at him, glaring into his dreamy blue ones. He'd better keep his mouth shut that meant, or else off with his head. He cleared his throat and thought he would draw in all the food towering everywhere. It was one of his favorite things about Hogwarts, food, that and of course having his bushy hair know-it-all, Hermione nag him, and best of all dragging him in a vacant corridor, forcefully pushing him against the wall and pressing her luscious lips against his. He thought that's what heaven would be like... if he ever got there.

"So seriously, what are we going to do today?" I asked her. "Ron... Not today." "Hermione," I pleaded, "RON! NOT TODAY!" and she left the table. Harry and I exchanged looks of concern and sat there with faces of puzzlement. What had gotten into her? Yesterday she couldn't resist me holding her, and today she neglecting it. PMS, I said to myself and continued eating.

Chapter's Fin

I HATED myself for writing that line... I hate when guys or anyone says that I feel like killing them.... Hehehe.... I want to see if people could relate... Please include your comments!... I love you people!