Chapter 2 Hermione and her friend Ron

Hermione's p.o.v.

'My god he IS good looking!' Hermione thought while staring down at a picture in her lap. Sitting alone in her and Ginny's room at Grimauld place she felt like she was changing. Not only on the inside but on the out side. She put the picture in her diary on her night stand and stood up to go find Ron. They had been hanging out a lot since they got back from school. But all today she had been avoiding him. He had come to her room last night and they stayed up late talking. Everything had been fine until he kissed her. She got a flashback.

'Shed been trying to tell him how worried she was about Harry being all alone and even more distant than ever in his letters.

Ron had said casually... "Well he'll be fine... I'm sure has just still upset over Sirius dieing" He looked at her as though they were talking about the weather, not their best friend. There seemed to be something else on his mind.

She leaned over, they were both sitting on her bed with the curtains pulled around for privacy, and hugged him saying "Are you ok, Ron?"

He pulled apart from her and said "yeah but there is..." In a small voice.

"But what?" Hermione said.

"Well I... um ... I was going to tell you ... well you see the thing is..." He stumbled over his words.

"Oh Ron spit it out!" she said in an aggravated voice.

He reached over and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her close and pressed his warm lips against hers.

She felt a good warm feeling flow from his mouth but at the same time she felt bad. She was kissing her best friend, well one of them, and she didn't want to hurt his feelings. So she did what she thought was the only thing she could do... plus she had only ever kissed one guy before...Why not do it again? She trusted him, right? And trust was everything. She ran a delicate hand threw his shoulder length beautiful flaming red hair. And she kissed him back. After a minute he licked her lips with his moist tongue. Hermione shivered and pulled away. She looked up into his eyes, they were sparkling and they looked wet.

"Hermione I think I'm falling in love with you." He said in a tiny low voice. "Actuality forget think or falling I AM in love with you and I think I have been for years I just didn't know it..."Ron started to ramble on. "You have GOT to feel the same way about me!...Don't you?!?" Ron finished the hope and confidence Hermione had heard ridding in his voice the whole time he spoke diminishing as Hermione continued to ignore the topic.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat "Well of course you do..." She said panicky, "You um... no... well... you should love me as a friend of course"

"Hermione, it's not like that, I keep having these feelings I can't control. I can't stop thinking about you" He said in a rush, getting worried that she didn't feel the same way.

Give him a chance she thought, it wouldn't kill you. It might kill our friendship though she thought.

"Will, Hermione, um will you know go, well be my girlfriend?" He said in a hopeful voice.

She didn't have it in her to break his hopes at least not right away. "Can you let me sleep on it, Ron?" She asked him tentatively.

"Yeah alright." He said carefully. He got up quietly and left her sitting there on her bed staring at the door he'd walked through in a kind of trance. She had just kissed her best friend, and she had to decide whether or not she really wanted to go out with him. She had always liked Harry more. She wondered if he would mind. At this she jumped up and went to write him a letter telling him very vaguely what had just happened. And asking him what he thought she should do. (End Flashback)