A/N: Chapter 2 :- Hope you enjoy it. One quick thing: we've found that the faster you review, the faster we upload...isn't it amazing how that works? :-)

A/N 2: For you D/G shippers, don't worry, this story takes a serious D/G turn soon! D

Chapter Two

A Happy Ron

Hermione woke up and looked around- she wasn't in Ginny's room (or at least she was pretty sure Ginny wasn't a huge fan of the Chuddly Cannons...). Looking around, she saw she was in Ron's room, and Ron's arm was around her waist. She smiled and gently removed it, going back in Ginny's room and hoping no one would notice. Unfortunately, Ginny wasn't in her room. Hermione checked the time; it was 10:46! She snuck downstairs into the kitchen, where everyone except she and Ron were eating breakfast.

"So, how did our lovebirds sleep?" Fred coo-ed, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Did you have a wild night?" George finished, pretending to 'raise the roof'.

"No!" She said, face reddening.

"No what?" Ron asked, coming down the stairs. This only caused the twins to laugh harder, smacking their fists on the table (which caused Ginny's orange juice to spill on Harry's lap, which caused Ginny to turn bright pink in memory of what she had seen the other day, which caused the twins to laugh, if possible, even harder.) Hermione was absolutely flustered, she looked around not sure what to do as Ron stood behind her, looking worried. Hermione's senses picked up, she could swear she could feel his breath on her neck. She turned around, their faces inches apart. She backed up nervously which resulted in her falling onto the table, right in to oatmeal that was supposed to be hers.

George was crying (laughing too hard) and fell back in his chair, and Fred clapped, saying

"Bravo! Bravo!"

"ENOUGH!" Shouted Mrs. Weasly angrily. "You're embarrassing poor Hermione and Ron!"

"Yeah," Fred replied slyly, "WE'RE embarrassing them?! If they didn't want to be embarrassed they should have thought about that before they slept with each other!" George laughed, Ginny put her hand over her mouth, and Harry just sat there with a wet, orange-filled lap, not knowing what to say.

Hermione blushed a shade she doubted even Ron could match as she said shrilly, "Nothing Happened! I was frightened because of the fire is all!"

"Yes I'm sure Ron really comforted you!" George said with a wink.

"Oh!" She said, aggravated. "I'm taking my breakfast upstairs."

"You don't have to, it's already on your arse!" George proclaimed, Fred doubling over in laughter. Ron, however, didn't think this was funny.

"GUYS!"

"What, Ronnie? Having second thoughts (Wink wink)?"

"Just leave her alone!" Ron shouted at his elder brothers.

Hermione was getting more upset by the second, as tears of embarrassment threatened to fall; she ran up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom.

"Look what you three went and did!" Ginny hissed.

"Three!?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Yes, Three!" She said as she too stalked up the stairs to comfort her best friend.

Fred and George exchanged guilty looks.

"I didn't do anything! All I was doing was sitting in my room when 'Mione.."

"'Mione? You've gone and given her a pet name, have you?" Fred laughed, guilt gone.

"YES, 'MIONE. Anyway, 'Mione came in my room and she said thanks and then... I woke up and I was sleeping with her!"

There was a second of silence, until George and Fred burst out in laughter at Ron's misuse of words.

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!"

As Ron, Fred, and George quibbled over what Ron and Hermione did in his room last night, four owls flew through the open kitchen window. They dropped four letters on the table, and quickly left, their duty done. They were addressed to Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny. Ron quickly opened his letter, glad for an excuse to stop talking to the twins. He paled as he read his letter, shock etched across his face.

"What is it, Ron?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, did Hogwart's say they're not going to take you because they only allow virgins?" asked George innocently.

"If that was true, then you two shouldn't have had to drop out."

"Honestly Ron, what is it?" Harry interrupted.

"I'm head boy."

"What?!" asked an excited Mrs. Weasly from the kitchen.

"Yeah, mum, I'm head boy."

"Well, try to hold your excitement in, Ronnie," said George sarcastically.

"Well, isn't that wonderful, Ronald," Mrs. Weasly purred. "Here, give this to Hermione."

"What? Why me?"

"Well, you're closest to her (wink)!" teased Fred.

Ron sent them one more glare before he marched up the stairs, down the hall he saw Ginny sitting in front of the bathroom, making feeble attempts coax Hermione out.

"Go eat" he said to his sister gruffly, she quickly ran down the stairs, a pleased smile on her face.

"Hermione open up! Got something for you!" Ron called through the thick wooden door.

She opened the door and let him in. He sat down on the floor close to her, quick as lightning she locked the door and started yelling at him.

"WHY DID YOU TELL THEM WE SLEPT TOGETHER?! WE'RE TOO YOUNG! IT'S NOT RIGHT! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS! I WAS SCARED!" She said these things rapidly, one after another. Without breathing. "DID YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME AND I DON'T KNOW IT? WOULD YOU TELL ME? YOU WOULD RIGHT? RIGHT? RIGHT?"

Ron smiled somewhat sadly, "I didn't tell them 'Mione...they caught us! I know you were scared, and I didn't take advantage of you. I wouldn't do that to you Hermione, and the idea you'd think that ... well it hurts me 'Mione."

"..'Mione?" Hermione asked. She repeated the name over in her head. Not bad..

"Uh...yeah...'Mione.."

"Anyway, I'm sorry, I was embarrassed.. and I wasn't thinking, I was just being like Gin- motor mouth. Anyway," she smiled, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Hermione," he smiled back. "Oh! Before I forget, that's why I came up here 'n all, to give you this." He gave her the letter and she stared at it in her hands. She slowly opened the sealed parchment, and let her eyes skim over the contents of the letter. Ron watched her as a smile broke across her face, "Ron!! I'm Head Girl! Oh my gosh!"

Ron's face was mixed with utter confusion. "Wow, 'Mione," he said, hugging her tight. After a while, Hermione backed away nervously.

"So...uh...what did yours say?"

"I'm head boy."

"So that means.."

"Yes."

"That we'll be..."

"Yes."

"Living together.."

"Yes."

"I..I guess...I mean...I...uh.."

"The only thing I keep thinking...is we're in a big house, and yet we still slept together-- not like that, Ron. What about when we're in a smaller common room?!" She had become dangerously close to his face.

"I doubt anything's going to happen, 'Mione."

"Don't be so sure," she whispered in his ear.

Ron's heart sped up and his breath caught in his throat.

"'Mione...!" He croaked nervously, if she got any closer she would be able to tell how...happy... he was.

Hermione ignored him, and was only inches away from his face.

"M...M...Mi...'Mione.."

"Ron...do you know...how long...I've.."

"'Mione.."

"Wanted...to.."

"Hermione..."

"Do...this?" She kissed him, and he was so surprised he didn't know how to react. For some reason, he had a feeling he shouldn't.

"'Mione...is this...smart? To...be...kissing...in the middle of my bathroom.."

"Wh..."

"I mean...if we can't control ourselves in a BATHROOM...how will we when we're Head Boy and Head Girl?"

"Who said we need to control ourselves in a bathroom...no one's watching Ron...why don't we just let go?" Hermione asked seductively.

"Hermione.."

"Ron, no, there's nothing wrong with me. Can't a girl be in love?"

"L...Love?!"

"Yes, Ron. Love." She then realized what she had just said- she told Ron her true feelings..

"Hermione...do you, really?"

"Yee...yes.." In a split second, Ron had attacked Hermione's lips, full of lust and love. Ron and Hermione were in love..

But this is not a 'Me'-ish thing to do.. there will be consequences..

'OH, SHUT UP, HEAD! AREN'T I ALLOWED TO DO SOMETHING FUN?' she argued with herself.

Not when something has as big consequences as this said the voice in her head.

shit...it's right...oh my gosh..

Hermione tried to pull away, but she found that she couldn't. Ron's lips on her just felt so good...

Wait, No! Hermione! Stop it!

Finally she pulled herself away, her hair mussed, and breathing heavy.

Ron looked at her, fear evident in his eyes, "I'm sorry Hermione! I shouldn't have done that!"

"Ron.." She looked at him again. She just wanted to keep kissing him.. Damn brain

"Her...Hermione.."

"We've...we've been in here...a while...people are uh...going to...think stuff," she scrambled, getting up and wiping her mouth, fixing her hair.

"Uh...yeah.."

"Just so you know, Ron, I'm glad you did that."

Ron's mouth dropped, he was not expecting that. This was too much for his brain to register at once. Hermione smiled at his confused look, and walked out the door, a smirk looking out of place on her usually serious face.

End Chapter Two

Note: If you see M/N from here on out, it represents "Maggy Note". Maggy is Mystified Providence, and co-writer of this story.

M/N: I am going through the chapters and correcting little errors because they annoy me and I'm a bit of a perfectionist.