A/N: For you dunderheads that didn't realize that in Chapter 3 (-cough- RON(uknowwhoIam) -cough-), when Ron told her to take off her bathrobe, she was wearing pajamas, not a skimpy little nightgown but full-on pajamas. Well... That's all I have to say at the moment.
Chapter Five
Hermione didn't answer; she just looked at Ron, dumbstruck. Ron started to get nervous, "Uh well...I'll just go then..." he said sadly, and then he turned to leave.
"No wait, Ron..." Hermione called. Ron slowly turned to face her. "I'd love to go out with you Ron. I'd- I'd just given up all hope that you would finally get up the courage to ask me and-and I thought I was dreaming." Ron stared at her with his eyebrows raised. Hermione swallowed and continued. "I—had always liked you Ron...I just—I could never..." Ron reached out to her with concern on his face and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry to put you through this pressure..." Ron said through Hermione's hair. "I just really like you a lot."
"Same here." Hermione said smiling. "Besides it's not my fault that I'm beautiful." Ron laughed.
"So, shall we head back to the common room and hammer out the small details?"
"Yes, let us go." Hermione said mocking Ron's formal way. She grinned and walked toward the grand stair case. Ron stayed where he was, pulled out the walkie talkie in his pocket and said into it, "Harry, get some sleep. Mission accomplished." And with a triumphant smile on his face he followed Hermione up the stair case.
A/N: We know, kinda short, but what can you do? More to come soon! We promise! (We just don't know HOW soon. (Hee hee))