Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Here's the general disclaimer, I don't own anything associated with Harry Potter and blah blah blah…this is my first ever Ron/Hermione fic. It's a double-shot about their first kiss in two different scenarios …I tried my best to make it funny. This pairing always seems to scream romantic comedy. So please read and review, thank you very, very much!

P.S. I dedicate this to my wonderful Beta, Mandy, who I know loves R/H. Sooo, this one's for you, gurl! Thanks for Beta-ing me!

Kissing You

Scene 1

Ron and Hermione provide comic relief while Harry and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix travel to the Ministry of Magic in hopes of seeking information on the whereabouts of Lord Voldemort, who was been wreaking havoc and threatening the lives of the members of the Order. Ron and Hermione are waiting at Twelve Grimmauld Place for their return.

"They're not back yet, Ron. I'm really, really, worried. It's been over two hours…almost three," Hermione cried out nervously. She had been cleaning the kitchen at the Order's headquarters incessantly in an attempt to keep herself busy.

Hermione looked at Ron. He was staring into the fireplace, which was slowly burning, almost as slow as the passing time. Hermione had thought for a moment that his eyes were glued to the fire because he was waiting for a floo message from Harry or Professor Dumbledore. Possibly, she thought.

It was more likely that he had pretended to zone out so he didn't have to pay attention to her. Ron glanced quickly at Hermione then returned his gaze to the fire. He had tried to ignore her an hour ago, but it wasn't working. The vision of her from the corner of his eyes had made him nervous. Watching her dust cobwebs off of the Black family's old cabinets faster than Dobby after he received a new pair of socks made his heart skip a beat—out of both attraction and annoyance.

"Hermione, it takes about an hour or so to get to the Ministry by broom. Don't worry."

Making a sound between a grunt and cry, Hermione dropped the old saltshaker in her hands. The noise of shattering glass ripped at Ron's ear drums. Gritting his teeth, he spoke, "Clearly, you weren't listening when I told you to relax. Cool it, Hermione, please. For me."

Hermione laughed aloud, wiping perspiration from her brow. "Is that the best you can offer me, Ronald Weasley? Cool it? I'd tell you to stuff it right now, since you aren't doing much to help me calm down."

"Offer you? What in the blazes are you talking about 'Mione? Did it ever occur to you that I'm a little worried here, too? Gee whiz, you act as if I don't—care—about Harry. He's my friend, too!"

Hermione responded by banging on several of cabinet doors.

"HERMIONE! STOP CLEANING THOSE CABINETS! YOU ARE DRIVING ME INSANE!"

Hermione banged more cabinets, making sure the thumping sound pervaded in and out of Ron's brain. She screamed back just as loud, "NO, I DON'T THINK I WILL! I'M GOING TO KEEP DOING THIS TO PISS YOU OFF!" Hermione banged a couple of more doors and finally said, still anxious, "They're in trouble. We should to go after them." Then she sneered, "Not that you'd be much help."

Ron turned to face her, his insides boiling. "Hermione, you are making yourself crazy, more than you're trying to make me crazy. I'm not here to act as your stress reliever—I'm no bloody serf. Besides, someone will notice if we leave this place. Death Eaters! And worse, they'll know where the headquarters of the Order is."

Hermione bent down to clean up the salt she had spilled, then retreated to sit next to Ron, who had hoisted himself down from the dusty countertop.

"What do we do, Ron?"

"We wait."

"Brilliant!"

"I'm just following orders here, Hermione. I thought you'd be into it."

Hermione huffed her chest, flaunting her firm and round breasts. Ron had turned to look at her when he got an eyeful that he wasn't expecting. He wouldn't have minded the alone time with Hermione; he sort of even fancied her. He wasn't going to deny it. The only problem is that she was in no mood to be subject to his shameful thoughts. More so, the idea of her having a mental breakdown in front of him wasn't that attractive. Still, Ron kind of enjoyed seeing Hermione in her frazzled state; he actually felt more mature than her for once in his life.

Hermione spoke quietly after a long silence. "I'd appreciate it if you could do something for me."

Ron laughed, "Do what? What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know! You are the last person to be around in a crisis!"

"Crisis? They're fine!"

"You don't know that, Ron. And I'm really worried. Can't you just say something to try and make me calmer or something…since obviously cleaning isn't helping and you seem to assert that it's bugging the knickers off you!"

Turning red, Ron spit back a hasty reply, "Didn't I just tell you that Harry and Professor Dumbledore and everyone one else is going to be just fine?" Ron stuffed his fingers in his mouth out of nervousness and looked at his watch. Harry had been gone for almost three hours now. He should have at least sent them some word about his whereabouts.

Hermione's shrill voice brought him back the current situation. "You don't sound convinced!"

Of all people, I had to be stuck with a girl, Ron thought. And worse…it wasn't just any girl, it had to be Hermione. The girl he felt existed just to be a thorn in his side. The girl who's big soulful eyes had managed to get under his skin.

Ron figured it was time to try a new tactic to get Hermione to shut up.

"Okay, then. You want some honesty? Maybe it's not going to be all right. Harry hasn't sent us word in three hours! There are death eaters all over this area! Two members of the Order have already been killed this week. Is THAT what you want to hear?"

Hermione looked at Ron with insurmountable horror.

"NO!" Hermione whined, her voice clearly starting to crack from restraining tears.

"QUIT WHINING, 'MIONE! Blimey, I think the Death Eaters still stuck in Azkaban might hear you!"

"Ron, you're just as tactless as Harry! Just when I was starting to calm down, you had to get me all jittery again."

Ron clenched his fist and stood up. He was nearly a foot taller than Hermione. He stared her down furiously and tried to dispel the nervousness and anger from his voice. "What do you want me to do?"

Hermione stared into Ron's blue eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She averted her gaze to his clenched fists and remembered why he was so annoying. Hermione had come the conclusion that seventeen-year-old boys had to be the most oblivious people on the face of the Earth. She wouldn't have been so frustrated if it'd been another stupid redheaded wizard. She was furious that Ron didn't have a clue about how to comfort her.

How's that going to work out when we start dating? Hermione thought.

Did I honestly just think about dating Ron? Hermione shuddered.

Remembering why they were quarreling, Hermione stared at Ron, who was still demanding she tell him how to make her feel better. Hermione sighed in exasperation and said," I don't know!" Hermione was expecting Ron to figure something out on his own.

Ron formed his hands in a position which seemed to conveniently indicate that he might ring Hermione's neck. "Shut up, then!"

Hermione's lip quivered. "I hate you!"

"Right back at 'ya, Sweetheart!"

"And I wish you'd gone with Harry. I could have hoped you might have broken your neck flying on your broomstick!"

"Ditto!"

Hermione huffed out her chest once more. This time, Ron swore she was doing it to mesmerize him. After all, they were alone in an abandoned house. She pouted, "All I ask of you is to try to make me feel better. Be a guy, won't you, Ron?"

Ron laughed, "This is no time for me to rip out my Muggle notions of romance—I'm not your boyfriend and I'm not here to cheer you up."

"What does that have to do with anything? We're friends who are supposed to make each other feel better."

In his mind flashed an image of Hermione's body on his and suddenly knew what would make him feel better. He started to speak before Hermione cut him off. She sounded on the verge of tears. "Clearly, I'm just barking up the wrong tree, here."

Hermione turned around to face away from Ron, with her face in her hands. Ron suddenly felt like an ass. He could see Hermione's small form hunched over and sobbing softly. Her brown hair engulfed her entire head and Ron suddenly wanted to run his fingers through it. He hoped that Harry returned soon. Alone time with Hermione was bad for several reasons.

Ron cleared his throat and began, "I'm sorry 'Mione…I just…"

"GO AWAY, RON!" Hermione soften her voice, "Please. I think I need to be alone."

Ron doubted that's what she needed. It suddenly dawned on him that he wanted to be with her and comfort her. Ron began thinking, What if the Dark Lord became victorious when the whole nightmare was over? I'd never get to—"

"Ro…nnn!" Hermione's lips were crushed by her redheaded companion before she could lucidly finish declaring his name. Hermione had instantly wrapped her arms around Ron's neck, as if she immediately sought for his protection.

Ron grasped Hermione's tiny waist and struggled to get her mouth open. Hermione parted her lips to let Ron achieve access to the depths of her mouth. He kept sliding his lips across hers, slowly and deliciously. He pushed firmly to get his tongue past her teeth and explored every imperfection they possessed. He tasted salty tears around her mouth. He wanted to kiss her until she felt completely better.

Hermione closed her eyes and surrendered to Ron, dancing her tongue with his. She hadn't even realized that she was ardently moaning and Ron was echoing her pleas. Hermione knew it was selfish, but suddenly the entire world had only consisted of the two of them.

Panting, Ron slowly pulled his mouth away from Hermione's. Hermione kept her eyes closed as she whispered, "Wow…"

Ron licked his lips and watched Hermione's mouth curl into a small smile. He felt a whirlwind forming in his stomach and made a mental note to do a victory dance while he was by himself in his room.

When Hermione opened her eyes, Ron had regained composure. He said seriously, "That was to calm you down." If he was jumping for joy on the inside, he wasn't going to show it on the outside.

Hermione cleared her throat and took a step back. "Thanks."

Ron nodded and turned away from her to go to his room. Hermione pursed her lips briefly then walked in the opposite direction.