Ron rubbed his exhausted eyes until they opened as he sat up in his bed. He let a long yawn as he scratched his head in attempt to flatten his hair. As he continued to fail, Ron slid out of bed and slipped on a t-shirt. Ron used his arms and legs to lead him down the stairs and into the common room which lit brighter when he entered. With a deep sigh, he sat down on the couch.

"Ron! What are you doing?!" Hermione yelped as she shoved him off her fragile body.

"Hermione?! Oh well that's just bloody great," responded Ron as he sat on the other couch.

"What were you trying to do?"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Ron muttered in a whisper.

Hermione rubbed her eyes and yawned silently. Ron stared at her.

"What are you doing down here anyways?" she asked.

"I was just going to ask you the same thing."

"I fell asleep," Hermione said defensively as she shoved her books onto the floor and closed her eyes again.

"Maybe you should go back upstairs to your room," Ron said nastily.

"I'm a bit on the lazy side."

"So the truth comes out."

"What are you doing down here Ron?"

"I couldn't sleep and I thought I'd have some quiet thinking time, but I guess not."

"If you be quiet then we both will have what we want," Hermione said as she began to drift back to sleep.

"Maybe you should be quiet," Ron said as he crossed his arms.

"You're impossible Ronald," Hermione said as she sat up with all her strength.

"Yeah? Well so are you."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "So tell me, what did you want to think about since I so rudely interrupted your deep thoughts."

"It's none of your bloody business."

"Oh please Ron," Hermione snarled as she rose unsteadily.

Ron stood and held her arm before she would completely fall over.

"Be careful," Ron moaned.

"I was fine, thank you."

"Hermione I mean it. You were about to fall over. Have you been drinking?"
"Honestly Ronald, have I ever drank before?"

"No...but you bloody seem like it."

"You're like that all the time and you don't see me complain," said Hermione as she began to walk to the stairs.

"I'm coming with you," Ron stated as he kept holding onto Hermione's arm.

"It's alright. I'm just a bit tired and out of it."

"Just to the top of the stairs," Ron said as he held her weight.

"Oh alright," Hermione said as she tried to walk up the stairs.

They walked silently; no words were spoken.

"Hermione?" Ron said as he looked at her face, "Hermione?"

She didn't answer because she had simply fallen asleep.

"That's a bit weird you know," Ron told her as if she were awake, "You must be really tired."

Ron wrapped her arm around his neck and slid one of his hands under her legs and the other supported her back. Her head faced his chest as if she were kissing it like the time when Ron paid a visit to the Mirror of Erised. He made his way up the stairs holding Hermione tightly against his body.

"You bloody owe me Hermione," whispered Ron as he gently kicked the oak door open, "Your books are heavy you know. How do you even manage to carry these?"

He placed the books gently on her night stand careful not to wake Ginny.

"You just always have to show up one way or another; ready to shout at me or hit me," Ron yawned as he laid Hermione down on her bed.

Hermione's arms gripped tightly around Ron's neck with his arms still stuck beneath her body. Ron yawned loudly and tried a numerous of times to slide his hands from Hermione, but it seemed as if she had performed the Permanent Sticking Charm on his hands. He yawned again as his eyelids fell and resigned to Hermione's pulls. Hermione shifted slightly underneath Ron's massive body compared to hers and pulled him closer for his warmth. Ron's body covered Hermione's as if he was her blanket and his head lay beside hers; his lips pressed against her toasted cheek as she smiled. His right leg slid between her thighs as his left bordered her right.

"Hermione..." Ron moaned lightly.

Neither of them moved for a moment. Her arms carried his neck and shoulders with compassion and affection that consumed her body every moment she was awake and every moment she was asleep. The feelings she had for Ron that was concealed for so long suddenly flamed out of her body like lightning striking a tree. Ron kissed Hermione's cheek and slid his hands to her lower back. He then kissed her neck and explored her body with his that had been so longing to touch hers. They simply had drifted off into deep sleep that neither Ron nor Hermione had experienced in days. Both of them had given in on the passion that burned deep inside them and finally admitted their feelings. There was one small problem that neither of them noticed that night; Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were both unaware of anything that happened. It was as if they were both lifeless.

Ginny sat up slowly in her bed and stretched out her arms in full length. She pulled her long red hair into a bun and swung her feet over the side of her bed. Her small feet slid into slippers that she owned ever since her first year at Hogwarts. Ginny yawned and stretched again; her eyes still remained closed.

"Hermione, wake up," Ginny whined, "You're the one that is supposed to wake me up."

Hermione lay completely still.

"Hermione!" Ginny shouted, "What is wrong with you?"

Ginny slowly walked over to Hermione's bed and shook what looked like her arm.

"Wake up or we are going to be late for class!"

"Go away Ginny," Ginny heard a familiar deep voice.

"Ron?" Ginny said as she uncovered Hermione who was wrapped in Ron's body, "What the hell?!"

Ginny immediately started to swing her hand at her brother as Hermione's eyes began to open.

"Ginny what are you doing?"

"Why is he in your bed?!" Ginny screamed still smacking Ron.

"What are you talking..." Hermione looked over her shoulder and faced Ron.

In shock, she threw her arms up and broke out away from his body which caused him to fall off her bed. He rubbed his head as he finally woke up.

"Why are you here?!" Hermione shouted at Ron covering her body with the sheets.

"What do you mean what am I doing here! You're the one that shouldn't be here!" Ron said as he lifted his head and stared at Hermione.

"This is the head GIRLS dorm!" Hermione and Ginny shouted in sync.

"Bloody hell what am I doing here!"

"How did you get in here?"

"I don't know! Wait a minute, you asked me to take you upstairs yesterday."

"It doesn't matter! Get out!"

"It does matter! You wouldn't let me get back to my room. You wouldn't let go of me."

"Get out!" Hermione began to blush furiously, "And that's also not true! I never asked you to take me up!"

"Oh yes you did! I remember as if it were yesterday!"

"It was yesterday you stupid prat!"

"You bloody know well what I meant."

"Just get out!" Ginny flared.

"You disgusting perverted self-centered distorted jerk! Get out of our room!" Hermione yelled pointing to the door.

"Don't worry, I will!" Ron said as he stood and headed for the door.

"Good!" Hermione shouted as Ron shut the door loudly.

She and Ginny stayed silent for a moment. They stared at the door of which Ron left with steam burning out of their ears. Hermione, taken a back with what just happened, rubbed her head and shoved it into the pillow of which she slept on a moment ago. She slept with Ron; something that she only dreamed about, but why was she so irritated? It was because she didn't even know it happened. She wanted to remember it and memorize what it felt like, but she didn't have the slightest recollection of it. She became frustrated.

"So why was he here?" Ginny asked breaking Hermione's thoughts.

"He probably snuck in here," Hermione stuttered.

"He's not that smart Hermione."

"Well, he got in here somehow."

Ginny smiled mischievously.

"And how do you feel about that?"

Hermione instantly blushed like she never had before.

"I don't know. All this is complete rubbish!" Hermione stated as she began to change into fresh clothes.

"Now that is rubbish Hermione, I know you better than that. You've wanted this for a long time and you finally got it, but you didn't even realize it so now you wish it never happened... Am I right?"

"I don't even remember how he got in here."

"Does it matter?"

"Yes it does."

"Stop trying to make sense of it all Hermione. It's not like reading a book or figuring out how to perform a charm; it's about you and Ron."

"You don't understand Ginny."

"From what it looks like, you're the one that doesn't understand Hermione," Ginny said as she, herself began to change into her robes, "It's obvious. I mean the way you automatically came up with the idea that Apricot is working with Voldemort when she said that she liked..."

"I never said that; it was only a theory."

"As I was saying. Your mind is way ahead of your feelings. You think of things before they even happen and you're entirely out of it lately because your body can't keep up with you."

"So what are you trying to say?"

"Let your body admit it likes Ron."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. All I'm trying to say is instead of telling him that you love him since both of you won't give in, just oh I don't know, show him."

"You're mad! I can't do that! I am not going to throw myself on him and boost his ego even more than necessary. I am not Fleur Delacour!"

"There you go again Hermione."

"I just can't do it," Hermione said as she picked up her books.

Ginny sighed as she and Hermione left the room to meet Harry and Ron in the Great Hall.

"I can't believe you slept with her!" Harry shouted excitedly, "No wonder you weren't in bed this morning! Way to go mate!"

"Harry..." Ron moaned and ushered a sign of silence to Harry Potter, "I don't know how I got into her bed last night."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked suddenly concerned.

"I don't know what happened and neither does Hermione. We don't even remember lying in her bed. The only thing I remember is going up to her dorm and dropping off her books."

"That doesn't make any sense."

Ron planted his head on his crossed arms placed on the dining table.

"Could be worse," Harry said."

"Oh yeah? How? Tell me how it could've been worse Harry," Ron didn't let Harry talk, "Because there isn't anything that could've been worse as this. If anyone finds out and it starts spreading I might not be Head Boy or Prefect anymore. And if my mum finds out she's going to chop my head off."

Harry stared at Ron.

"If the only thing that's good about this situation," Ron paused, "It's because Hermione and Ginny both hit me hard enough so I could tell them they abused me. Now that I think about it; it isn't a good thing."

Harry knew that Ron wanted to say more, but Ron just kept quiet like he usually did.

"Hello Harry. Hello Ron," Apricot said as she sat down beside Ron, "What's going on?"

"Ah...nothing really," Ron mumbled quickly as he looked at Harry

"Yeah, Not much, we're just waiting for Hermione and Ginny," Harry said as he looked around for them, "They're usually here extra early, but for some odd reason, it's taking them longer."

Ron slammed his foot on Harry's. Harry then smiled at Ron and chuckled under his breath as he rubbed his foot in pain. The three of them talked about things going on in school that day careful not to mention what happened between Hermione and Ron. Every now and then Harry would make a smart remark, but then would find Ron's foot shoving down on his.

About ten minutes later Hermione, Ginny, and Professor McGonagall stepped into the Great Hall. Ron, Harry, and Apricot watched as they approached near.

"Mr. Weasley, may I have a word with you and Miss Granger?" the Professor asked gently.

Ron glanced at Hermione who was staring at her feet.

"Yeah, sure," Ron said as he rose from his seat.

Professor McGonagall led Ron and Hermione to Headmaster Dumbledore's office. Ron and Hermione had been there before, but it somehow seemed a bit different.

"Ah...Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger. Please have a seat," Dumbledore said in his usual tone.

"Good Morning Professor," Hermione said looking up from her feet to Dumbledore sitting in front of her and Ron.

"Morning," Ron mumbled.

Professor McGonagall stood beside Dumbledore's desk gazing down at Ron and Hermione with the same mischievous smile that Ginny had given Hermione. Ron and Hermione knew perfectly what this was about.

"Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger, as I was glancing over my map of Hogwarts, I came across something unusual. One student was out of his bed and joined one of his best friends in her dorm."

"Professor I can explain..." Hermione began.

Ron rolled his eyes as Dumbledore held his hand up to silence Hermione.

"No need for explanation Miss Granger. Now, if I'm correct, Head Boys and Girls are not supposed to be sleeping in the same room, in the same bed. However, I asked Professor McGonagall to witness what was really happening in your room, Miss Granger. Professor, if you will."

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and then at Professor McGonagall for answers of what really did happen.

"Mr. Weasley had been simply carrying Miss Granger to her room because she seemed asleep. If I'm not sure, Miss Granger would not release Mr. Weasley from her grasp."

"But Professor if this is true, then why didn't Ron wake me up?"

"Because he too had fallen asleep slowly; not completely sure of what he was doing."

"Then why don't me or Hermione remember what happened?" asked Ron slightly confused.

"Mr. Weasley, do you dream?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, but that has..."

"Do you remember these dreams?"

"No, but..."

"Then there is your answer. It seems to me that neither of you noticed what had happened yesterday night because both of you were too exhausted."

"So does that mean we are in trouble?"

"No, Mr. Weasley. This must not happen again though I must warn. Do both of you understand?"

"Yes," Ron and Hermione said as they glanced at each other again.

"Excellent. Now please return to eat breakfast before class starts."

Ron and Hermione both got up from their chairs and headed for the exit of Dumbledore's office. Just as they were leaving, Ron paused and faced Dumbledore again.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, Mr. Weasley?"

"Are you going to tell our parents?"

Dumbledore stayed silent for a moment and then smiled at Ron.

"She is quite frightening isn't she?"

Ron blushed.

"No Mr. Weasley, I won't inform your parents, but you still must take my word seriously. This mustn't happen twice."

"Yes Sir," said Ron smiling as he left the office.

Headmaster Dumbledore then looked at Professor McGonagall.

"So what really happened Minvera?"

She looked at Albus Dumbledore.

"Something more than Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger could ever imagine."

A/N: I'm not sure if I like this chapter or not...it's really just a bunch of fluff...I promise better chapters soon...it's just I decided to give everyone a break from all the serious stuff...I've also decided that this fanfic will be PG-13...although there might be some rated R chapters and I will say it at the beginning so those of you who don't want to read that stuff, don't or you could complain to me about it )

Moviechicka- You are always one of the first ones to review...thank you so much for all of them

AmyChris- I actually don't like Apricot at all cause I just want Hermione and Ron to be together, but there has to be some climax/problem.

Dianne- Ok so the last chapter wasn't happy....this one is! I'm a sucker for drama

Sclub8 )- thanks for the review...I know I treated Hermione horrible in this chapter and a spoiler, there is more treating Hermione horribly.