Ron woke up early the next morning, happier than he had ever been. Hermione was curled up next to him and her head was on his shoulder. Warmth filled him, but then he realized...I should act like I don't love her. He kissed her one last time on the top of the head, a feeling of loss swallowing him. How can I have everything one minute...then lose it? Hermione woke up, smiling at him.

"Hermione..." Ron said, feeling horrible. "Why were you sleeping on me?"

Suddenly, something in her mind clicked. He doesn't remember last night, Hermione thought. He doesn't remember that he told me he loved me. He doesn't remember that we kissed. He doesn't remember ANYTHING.

"Oh...I had a horrible dream and I came down here. You were here and you helped me sleep." Hermione lied.

"That's not true, is it?" Ron asked.

"N-no, it's not." Hermione answered.

"Tell me the truth." Ron demanded.

"Well, you had lost your memory from coming up the girls' dorm 2 nights ago. After you got back from the hospital wing, we were sitting together and you told me you loved me. Then, you kissed me. And...we kind of fell asleep together." Hermione explained.

"You took ADVANTAGE of me?" Ron said, pretending to be skeptical.

"No! I thought you really did love me...and I felt sparks when you kissed me. But I guess I was wrong!" Hermione yelled.

Ron stepped back, taken aback (and this time he wasn't pretending). Did that mean she really did have feelings for him? He sped over to her, encircling her with his arms. She let out a little yelp in surprise. He whispered into her ear about yesterday. He told her his motives, his feelings and about everything that popped in his mind.

"Ron...we agreed that it would only be last night. I told you...I love Harry. Not you. I'm sorry." Hermione said, running out of the room with tears streaming down her face.

Ron let out a yell of anger. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? He ran to the couch of the commons and sat down. He just broke down. Tears of frustration, anger and heartache fell. He couldn't handle to bottle up his emotions anymore.

"Ron?" A voice behind him said.

He turned around, quickly wiping tears from his eyes. It was his little sister, Ginny. She had a look of concern and quickly sat down next to him. She rubbed his back in a comforting way, the way she had done for as long as he could remember. Whenever he had been upset or lonely, she had done it. She smiled weakly, taking his hand.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I really don't want to explain it, Gin. Not now." Ron replied, smiling in response.

"Ok. Whatever it is, it will turn out okay. Love you."

"Love you too. Go have breakfast. Is it okay if I sit with you and Harry today?"

"Of course! See you later. Feel better." She said and exited the common room.

He got dressed swiftly, getting more frustrated at the minute. He had told her he had loved her...and she had rejected him. But in a way, she had encouraged him. She had kissed him back. It wasn't as if he had attacked her. She had taken the kiss willingly. He decided not to dwell on it. He got out of the Gryffindor tower, sprinting down to the Great Hall. Sitting next to Ginny and Harry, he started to eat some eggs and bacon. Right when he had gotten settled, the one thing he didn't want to happen...happened. Hermione sat down next to him.

"What do you want, 'Mione?" Ron asked, biting into a blueberry muffin.

"I need to speak with you."

"Not now." Ron said, his words muffled by the muffin.

"Yes now." Hermione replied, taking his muffin away from him.

"Do you MIND? Honestly Hermione, give me a little time to chill. After getting one's heart torn out, brutally stomped on, and stabbed repeatedly, just give me back my muffin!"

"Fine...I was just going to say I love you." Hermione said.

"Bloody 'ell, 'Mione. Make up your mind, woman! Do you love me or Harry?"

"Really, I'm not sure. I didn't have these...FEELINGS for you until last night when you kissed me. Yesterday, I was sure I loved Harry. Now...I'm not sure about anything. I just know that if I let you shut me out of your life I'll never be able to do this." Hermione answered.

"Uhm...Do what?" Ron asked.

"This" Hermione replied, kissing him flat on the lips.

Ron sat there dazed for a few seconds, reflecting over what she had just said. Had he actually made that much of an impact on her? She was confused on who she loved. Just then, Harry came over and sat down next to Ron. He had a small piece of parchment in his left hand and a scroll in the other hand.

"Hermione, take these things," Harry said, handing her the papers. "And leave."

"Uhm...sure Harry." Hermione replied, taking one last look at Ron. "Bye Ron."

She stood up and left without another look back. Finishing his muffin, Ron looked at Harry with a look that said what-in-the-bloody-'ell? Harry smiled.

"What did you give her?" Ron asked.

"The letter you wrote on the train and a list."

"A list of what?"

"100 reasons why you should love Ron and not me." Harry said, chuckling.

"Well, that's convenient."

"Why?"

"She just told me she...sort of loves me."

"Well isn't that CUTE? The weasel has fallen in love with the mudblood." Draco said from behind.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Ron growled.

Draco laughed coldly. There was something about his laugh that was chilling. As if a cold winter breeze had blown over Ron's body. He took his small glass of orange juice and splashed it on Draco's face. As he walked off, Draco yelled.

"You're taking the girl's way out!"

"Uhm...Draco...here." Harry said, handing Draco a handkerchief.

Surprised by Harry's sudden kindness, Draco took it. Smiling at each other, they walked off in separate directions. Ron was fuming by the time he was up in the commons. And worse, Hermione was there.

"Hey love." Hermione said as Harry and Ron walked in the room.

"Hey Harry, Hermione's talking to you." Ron mumbled.

"No sweets, I'm talking to you." Hermione replied, pecking him on the cheek as he walked by.

Blushing, he looked at her. Harry coughed and walked upstairs. Turning to Ron, Hermione pulled him into the most luscious kiss he has ever had. Considering this was his second (not including family members and such), that wasn't much...but hey! Breaking the smooch, he looked into her eyes. And whispered in her ear.

"I love you." Ron said, feeling as if it was a failure even saying it.

"I'm still not sure..." Hermione said.

Ron got angry with this. She had just called him little cute names and gave him a BIG kiss, and she still loved Harry. Was it ever going to end?

"Don't take advantage of my feelings, 'Mione. You're using me and I don't like it." Ron replied, pulling away from her.

"I'm not taking ADVANTAGE of you! Just getting my first kiss..." Hermione said.

"What? Were you DARED or something?" Ron asked.

"Well...yes...Lavender bet me I couldn't kiss you by the end of the week. And I won."

"WHAT?" Ron asked, hot anger swelling inside him. "I was just JOKING!"

"Well...Ron...I love Harry. And you knew that!"

"YOU...INSENSITIVE...FILTHY...MUDBLOOD!" Ron said, speeding up to his dorm muttering under his breath.

He went to sleep perturbed, not caring that he had attracted attention by stomping up the steps. Could my love life BE any worse? Well...Crabbe could fall in love with me...yuck. He shuddered and fell asleep.