A/N: OMG! Is it true? Are my eyes deceiving me? Or is there actually another chapter to this story??? Oh yes, it's true. Chapter 8. I decided it was time I finished this story, so in a few more chapters it will be done. I'm also thinking of writing a sequel. So enjoy!

Always, Angel

Misunderstandings

Chapter 8- Almost

Ron pulled the curtain around the bed, and performed a silencing charm.

'Just incase.' He smiled cutely, and Hermione melted.

'I wouldn't worry.' She giggled. 'Parvati and Lavender won't be back all night. You know what they're like.'

'Yeah...' Ron said shiftily, and began to kiss Hermione's neck.

'You dated her once, didn't you?' Hermione asked, contemplating.

'Once.' Ron said, in a voice which wasn't his own. 'But I was having mixed feelings at the time, so nothing happened.'

Hermione smiled, and pulled Ron's lips to meet hers.

After a short snogging session, Ron's hands began to wander. Hermione grinned from ear to ear, but couldn't help feeling that something wasn't right. Ron seemed more comfortable than Hermione had thought he would.

Ron rolled over with Hermione, so that she was on top. She straddled him, and leant down to kiss him, but something else wasn't right. Ron was more...excited, then Hermione had thought he would be. He had only just switched over from boys to girls, after all.

Hermione didn't let her thoughts distract her. She carried on with the same silly grin on her face, mentally thanking Lavender and Parvati for not coming back to the dorm.

Hermione shivered as Ron's rough hands grazed her back, and made their way up to her bra. She smiled secretly inside, wondering how Ron was going to get her bra off. He'd never had to get a bra off before. Give him a horny boy in boxers, and he'd be well away, but a bra? Hermione giggled into Ron's mouth. And it was one with three hooks.

Ron glided one hand over the silky material, and with one snap, the clasp was undone.

Hermione pulled her lips apart from Ron's for a moment, thinking. Something definitely wasn't right.

'Ron?' Hermione asked. 'Do you like me as in, like me like me?'

'Yes.' Ron said, then kissed her again. Hermione pulled away.

'Why did you never tell me you liked me before?' Hermione asked, looking into Ron's uncertain eyes.

'I could just never find the right moment.' Ron replied quickly.

'But you found the right moment to tell Harry.' Hermione said, sternly.

'Yes, but that was different.' Ron reassured her.

'What do you mean, Ronald Weasley?' Hermione flounced.

'Well...' Ron said, thinking about how he'd truly felt all the years. His true feelings flowed right out of his mouth. 'We've been best friends for so long, so... It's not easy to say this, it's not even easy to think this...'

Hermione opened her mouth, but no words came out. She knew she'd heard that phrase before.

'Tell me, Ron.' Hermione recited after a moment, as if it was a line from a play. A play she couldn't remember seeing...

'I've been thinking a lot about us lately.' Ron said, putting a hand to Hermione's cheek. 'And I think, I think I'm in love with you.'

Alarm bells sounded in Hermione's ears.

'Could you excuse me for a second.' Hermione said, climbing off of Ron, and doing her bra back up.

'Now!' Ron exclaimed, looking like Christmas had been canceled.

'Yeah, I...' Hermione stammered, putting on her dressing gown 'I think I heard someone outside.'

'I didn't hear anyone.' Ron grumbled.

'Well I did.' Hermione assured him. 'It sounds like little footsteps. Probably a first year. I'll just go and get rid of them. Be right back'

Hermione swiftly excited her dorm room, and leant against the wall outside to think. The things Ron said to her were exactly the same as what he'd said to Harry. Was he just trying to lure them both into bed? Hermione sighed. They sounded so genuine. Like they were meant for her to hear.

Hermione silently tiptoed down to the common room, forgetting all about Ron, and thinking solely about herself. The party was still in full swing when Hermione reached the bottom step, so she crept over to a comfy armchair, and sulked to herself, and when that got too boring, she content herself with listening to the game of truth or dare.

'Seamus.' Dean said. 'Who gave you your first kiss?'

'Lavender, Yule ball.' Seamus said, proudly. 'Ok, Dennis. Is it true you wear women's underwear sometimes?'

'Did you hear that from my brother? I was 6! Honestly!' Dennis raged. 'Denvah. What is the sexiest thing you own?'

'Good one.' Dean chuckled.

'My boyfriend, Michael.' Denvah replied. 'Lavender, what is the sexiest thing you've ever seen a boy do?'

'Ohhh!' Colin grinned.

'Well that would be my strip tease, wouldn't it?' Seamus smirked.

'I had something else in mind, actually.' Lavender purred.

'Proceed.' Parvati growled.

'Well, you know what was really sexy?' Lavender smiled. 'Well, one time when I was going out with Ron Weasley, we were making out on his bed, when he undid my bra. With one had. First try, three hooks.'

'Skill.' Parvati grinned.

'I know, but he's had practice.' Lavender gossiped. 'I've heard he had loads of girlfriends over the summer. His brothers set him up.'

Hermione jumped up from her melancholy state. Loads of girlfriends? Hermione rushed out of the common room, and up the stairs. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. He wasn't really gay, it was all just a gag. A way of getting her into bed.

Hermione stopped outside her dorm room. This meant that Harry was in on it too. They'd both been making it up. Hermione rushed up a second set of stairs to warn Ginny, hoping that she wasn't too late.

The door of Ginny's dorm was slightly open, and giggling could be heard from within. Hermione opened the door a little wider, until she could poke her head inside.

It seemed that Harry and Ginny were both in their own little bubbles. They were kissing and giggling, and it made Hermione sad to have to break it up.

Hermione started waving her arms around frantically, and within a minute, Ginny had spotted her. With Harry trailing kisses down her neck, Ginny gave Hermione a rude hand signal, but Hermione wouldn't have it. She kept waving and signaling until Ginny stopped Harry.

'I think we need to stop.' Ginny said, sounding like she really didn't mean it.

'Really?' Harry asked, looking hurt. 'Why?'

'Because...' Ginny mumbled. 'I'm on my period. Sorry. I forgot.'

'Isn't there a spell you can do for that?' Harry pleaded.

'Yes!' Ginny exclaimed. 'I'll just run to the common room and look it up. I left my book there.'

Ginny grabbled her dressing gown, and rushed outside, looking severally pissed off.

'What's the big idea, interrupting me when I'm with Harry?' Ginny demanded. 'He wants to sleep with me!'

'Of course he does.' Hermione said. 'He's not gay!'

'Well that makes things even better!' Ginny cheered, and went to run back inside.

'No.' Hermione said, pulling her back by her arm. 'The boys lied to us, and we need to get revenge... I think it's time Hogwarts learn about Ron and Harry's relationship.'