So, I don't like fireworks, and since that's all that's on TV, I decided to spend some time writing. For my dear friend who said that the last chapter sounded a bit scripted, I told you it was crap. Anyway, I was in the middle of trying to make Liz less perfect when I realized what Hermione and Ron were doing, and they couldn't very well do it after Liz's thing, so this chapter is pure fluff, short but sweet, or at least I hope so. Please note I've never kissed a guy in my life, so go with it. Oh, and someone asked me if I spoke Italian a few chapters back, the answer is no, I speak Spanish, hence the title, which means a little kiss. I hope you enjoy it, I should update soon after this, please review.

-Pentagon Merlin

The Reason

Ch. 8- Una Besita

Hermione and Ron sat at a small table in the Gryffindor common room. It was Saturday night and they were in the middle of their weekend homework. It was just the two of them as Harry was at the first Quiddich meeting of the season and Liz, who had taken to grading papers with them as they did homework, was off somewhere.

"I went to talk to her a few days ago," Ron said after a while.

"You went to talk to who?" Hermione asked, not looking up from the paper she was writing.

"Liz. I went to tell her that I didn't trust her even if you guys did and that I'd be watching her."

"Ron! You didn't!" Hermione groaned, looking up.

"Yeah, yeah I did. We wound up in an interesting conversation about who her mother is."

"So do you trust her now?" Hermione went back to her essay.

"Not really, although her intentions may be a bit better. She did give me an interesting piece of advice though."

"Oh, what was that?"

Ron leaned across the table and did something that he had been wanting to do since before fourth year. He kissed Hermione. A slow, sweet kiss, lasting only a few seconds, and with no tongue, not like any of the kisses he had imagined in the past, hungry and speedy.

"Wow," Hermione murmured as she dropped her pen. "Did Liz tell you to do that?"

"No, she told me to tell you how I feel, and that's how I feel. Look, Hermione, I really like you-"

"I like-"

"Please don't interrupt me for a second. Its taken me 3 days to work up the courage to say this. I really like you, and I want to be more then friends with you. I know that you're probably just going to laugh in my face, but I need to tell you this. Ok, you can talk now."

"Ron, I like you too."

"Really? No laughter? Well, then, next question. Do you want to go out with me, like on the next Hogsmeade visit or something?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Ok, good." With that, Ron leaned in and kissed her again. He had never kissed a girl before, but he knew he wanted to do it again, preferably with Hermione.