Maybe
For the next four weeks Hermione practiced constantly in between classes, at meals, and even at night. But after nearly getting caught in the common room she set her sights on the Room or Requirement. At nearly midnight she walked to the corridor where she knew the door would appear. Then she whispered "I need a place where I can practice guitar without getting caught or heard." As expected the door appeared before her eyes. When she opened the door a gasp escaped her lips as she marveled at the room around her. It was sound proof with padded walls and a large comfortable chair underneath a microphone. It also had a place to set her guitar, a recording studio and a case full of learner's manuals.
Within weeks she could play every song in every book on the book case. It was not easy work, but she was lucky she could already read music and she had a couple of violin classes when she was little.
Ron seemed to be intrigued by whatever she was running of to every day. "Aren't you going to eat lunch with us 'Mione?" Hermione noted the sound of disappointment in his voice.
"No I have to study," she lied as she reached for her bag. She was now playing the hard to get card.
"Now Hermione we all know you're going to meet your boyfriend in the empty closet upstairs" Harry teased with a smirk. Ron, who had been eating pudding, dropped his spoon splattering it everywhere.
"YOU WHAT?" he interrogated. She liked the way he acted when he was jealous.
"Oh Ron you know he's just kidding" she said walking towards the door of the Great Hall.
"Oh, okay," he muttered looking down apparently shocked at his own reaction. "So are you going to the big Quidditch game? Were playing Slytherin."
"Yeah," everyone at the table answered at once.
It was freezing down at the Quidditch pitch and they were losing the match pitifully. The score was 150 to300 and Harry couldn't seem to find the Snitch, and even if he did it would be a tie, and that was just as bad as losing. Ron (who had switched to Chaser just that year) got a hold of the Quaffle and was speeding down the pitch towards the goalposts, dodging everyone who came his way. The Gryffindor side of the field was screaming wildly including Hermione. Then Ron thrust the Quaffle into the air and through the goalpost just before Harry rolled of his broom and grasped the snitch in his hand.
"There're a great team aren't they," Ginny said in relief (she had been digging her nails into Hermione's arm the entire match). Then suddenly as Ron was flying around the pitch in victory a bludger (sent from Malfoy who had stolen Crabbe's bat) hit him squarely in the head, knocking him from his broom and sending him plummeting to the ground. Things seemed to go in slow motion as Hermione ran down the stands to where Ron lay unconscious and bleeding. Taking his head and setting it in her lap she began crying desperately asking him "Ron, Ron are you alright?" then she gently kissed him on the forehead.
Ron had woken up in the Hospital Wing to see Hermione sobbing into her hands and Harry staring out the window lost in thought. "Hermione please don't cry. I'm fine." Ron said in a strained voice.
"Oh you're awake," she said wiping her eyes with her sleeve "Madam Pomphrey said you had a fractured skull and a broken rib but she managed to fix them up. Ginny and I thought you were dead."
"Yeah Ron you really should watch your back, especially with Malfoy around," Harry added.
"I'm sorry I really should've been more careful," he said combing his fingers through Hermione's hair. When Ron was released from the Hospital Wing an hour later Hermione couldn't stop herself from thinking that Ron really liked her, maybe just maybe...