A/n: ok see, as I promised chapter seven was a lot longer to make up for such a short sixth chapter. Be prepared, this chapter will be fairly long too, with lots of stuff going on…Keep the reviews coming!

Chapter Eight

"Ron what are you—"

"Shhh just follow me." Ron was leading her down yet another dark corridor. He had asked her to leave the common room with him just as she announced she was going to bed. How could she say no, despite how late it was? It was a Friday night so staying out late wouldn't hurt her. "We're almost there" Ron whispered.

"Ron please just tell me where we're going!" Hermione was getting a little anxious but she sort of enjoyed the suspense, and holding Ron's hand the whole time didn't hurt either.

"Hold on, we're almost there, trust me you'll like it," Ron added glancing mischievously at Hermione. "Here we are."

"But, Ron, isn't this—"

"The Room of Requirement, yes" Ron was obviously enjoying Hermione's surprise. Hermione had a vague idea why Ron had brought her here. Ron was pacing back and forth past the window thinking hard with that mischievous smile still on his face. After the third time past a grand door appeared and Ron led Hermione inside.

"Oh wow…" Hermione looked around the luxurious room. There was a huge bed with expensive looking sheets, lamps giving out soft light resting on a few tables, and candles everywhere.

"Whoa!" Ron hadn't expected it to be this superb. After coming to from his minor shock, Ron walked over to the bed and sat down. "Hmm, bouncy," he commented with yet another devious grin. Hermione couldn't help but smile. However, she knew what was going to happen next and she was scared, nervous, and excited all at one time.

"Ron, I—"

"Shh, Hermione, please just come here." Ron beckoned her to sit beside him. Her legs felt like jello as she made her way over to him. When she sat down, he put his arm around her waist and leaned in to kiss her. Though they had been going out for nearly two months now, she still received pleasant shivers whenever their lips touched.

They continued to make out as his hand rested on her leg. Slowly he moved it up to her thigh. Hermione's heart was pumping fast. He moved his hand higher and higher once again. Hermione gently pushed his hand away. "Ron, I'm sorry, I don't think I can do this, I've never done it before."

"Hermione, relax, I haven't either. It's ok. But if I'm making you uncomfortable, I'll stop…look maybe this was a bad idea."

"No, no you're right. Never mind keep going, I'm just scared, that's all."

"Me too, baby, me too, but lets just try to enjoy it ok?"

"Ok…" He laid his hand on her shoulder this time and began moving down.

"Ron, are you ok?" Harry shook Ron out of a reverie for the third time.

"Wha-oh yeah, I'm fine." Ron still hadn't told Harry of what he did with Hermione just two days ago. He knew Harry would find out soon, but he didn't know how to bring it up.

"Hey, I've been wondering something."

"What's that mate?"

"Well I was wondering, since Ginny's your sister and all, do you think you could find out if she likes me?"

"Well, that's the thing, Ginny usually does the matchmaking, but I'll try. I know how to find out…"

"Thanks"

"Hey that's what friends are for." Ron grinned at Harry.

"So, how are you and Hermione doing?"

"Actually I've been meaning to talk to you about that." Harry sat in stunned silence as Ron told him what he and Hermione had done Friday night. "Um, Harry, are you ok?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" Harry shouted. "Don't you think you're a bit young to be doing that.

"Oh, Merlin. I knew you would react like this, and besides I'm eighteen and she's nearly seventeen thank you very much."

"But still—"

"Harry, please don't make such a fuss, besides it's already happened there's no use trying to change it."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just so weird to think of my two best friends doing…that."

"I know, mate, but if you and my sister hook up, think how I'd feel about you two doing that."

"You have a point." Harry admitted, grinning.

"HEY! You were supposed to assure me that it wouldn't happen." Ron said good-humoredly.

"Well, a good boy never lies…" Harry teased back.