Nothing had happened. Ron and Hermione ignored and avoided each other as much as they could. No one could find out about the situation that had happened and they knew if one person knew, all of Hogwarts will be rambling on about their relationship. Was it even a relationship? What would their type of relationship be called? Hermione being the one to search for logical answers, spent most of her free time in the Library, where she would be alone and of course far away from where Ron would be anytime.

However, Ron found himself staring at the busy brunette sitting in the corner of the room surrounded by invisible walls that only he could see. Everyday he sat himself in the same place where she wouldn't be able to spot him, somewhere that he could get a clear view of her, her body. Even though his eyes refused to open, he could still see her. Ron hadn't been paying much attention to anything other than this girl that took part of his life in less than four seconds.

Ron and Hermione were beginning to feel that odd sensation once again. The one that they had experienced when they woke up in the same bed. It was stronger, more dangerous and intimating. Hermione decided that it was best to ignore it and act as if everything were the same because she knew if someone sensed a difference in their behavior then the news will break out. But how? How were they going to act as if their kiss was nothing or better yet, meant nothing to them? Every time they became only a mile apart from each other, they'd blush or start changing the subject or forget what they were doing. It wasn't going to be as easy as they planned it would be.

Ron, Harry, Ginny, and Apricot were sitting in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table. They talked about old McGonagall's new essay on the transfiguration of asilumes. Harry had remembered those horrible creatures. It had almost bit off his arm while reading the chapter about them in Magical Creatures. The four munched on their pies and swallowed their juice. Dinner had always been Ron's favorite part of being at Hogwarts again, but for some odd reason he wished he was in bed instead of here.

"Where do you reckon she is?" Ron asked looking up and down the table looking for Hermione.

"She's probably not hungry," Harry said imitating Ron's actions.

"But she would have told us," Ron sighed and laid his head on this arms.

"Maybe she doesn't want to be here for a reason. Did you have another row with her?" Apricot said harshly while picking at the piece of chicken on her plate.

"No, this time I can honestly say I didn't do anything," Ron blushed with a fierce glare.

"Maybe she doesn't like you anymore," Apricot sipped on her pumpkin juice.

Ron being him clumsy self dropped his napkin on the floor.

"For your information..." Ron suddenly stopped when he spotted Hermione's school bag on the ground.

"What?" Apricot pushed.

Ignoring her completely, Ron fell onto the ground with his eyes still fixed on her bag as if it were going to disappear. Picking himself up, he brushed the food crumbs off his robe and walked towards her bag. Hermione ate slowly with her hair tied into a circle with spikes. Ron smiled to himself before tapping Hermione's shoulder. She quickly turned around with a smile, but it soon faded when looking at Ron.

"Why are you sitting here?" Ron asked.

"I just....I felt like sitting with Lavender," Hermione forced a smile.

"Oh...do you want to come sit with us then?"

"I think we're fine here," Hermione said before Lavender could answer.

"Oh alright, then I'll see you later," Ron shoved his hands in his pockets as he turned to leave the Great Hall; he lost his appetite.

Hermione watched as Ron left and she hated herself. She wanted to stuff the large pumpkin pie into her face to hid it from everyone except she only had to courage to hid herself in her arms. Her head stayed in the same place until dinner was over and she felt a tap of small fingers on her shoulder. When she looked up, Harry and Apricot had left the Great Hall and only Ginny remained with a smirk.

The two friends walked out of the Great Hall following everyone else. Hermione remained silent and so did Ginny; both of them had to idea what to say to each other. She had felt bad and found it very difficult to hide the kiss with Ron from Ginny. After all Ginny was her best female friend.

"Hermione, I don't know what's got into you, but I think you really need to stop breaking my brother's heart like that," Ginny began.

"You don't understand Ginny," Hermione interrupted her, "I want to tell you, but I can't."

"Tell me what?" Ginny stared at Hermione with a guilty look on her face for her rude statement.

"I wasn't intentionally trying to hurt Ron," Hermione tried her best not to look Ginny in her eyes.

"What is going on?"

"I can't tell you."

"Do you think I'm going to tell everyone? I have never broke any promises..."

"No, of course, I know you wouldn't! It's just that if someone hears, then I won't ever come back to Hogwarts," Hermione opened the Head Girl's dorm and closed the door after Ginny had entered.

"No one can hear us," Ginny said sitting down on her bed, "How about if you write it down."

Hermione need to let his secret out so she immediately grabbed a piece of parchment and began writing the whole story of her kiss with Ron Weasley. She wrote about how she couldn't breathe and she wrote the taste of his lips and it's affect on making her legs crumble. This wasn't writing an essay. It was something that Hermione would never write; it was a parchment of scribbles and scratches of words. To the best of her ability she picked the right words to describe the kiss, but she could never actually describe how she felt, maybe if they had kissed more than once.

When Hermione had finished writing it, she placed it on Ginny's lap and went to her own bed to hide herself in the feathery pillows. Ginny slowly read the whole parchment and re-read it twice to make sure her eyes were in check. Hermione watched Ginny's reaction to the parchment and tried to read an unreadable face.

"You kissed him?" Ginny squeaked excitedly.

"Ginny..." Hermione ushered a sign of silence.

"Sorry," Ginny paused, "So that's why you and Ron act so odd around each other?"

"Yes..." Hermione blushed furiously.

"You actually kissed my brother?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss him again," Ginny smile mischievously.

"Ginny!" Hermione threw a pillow at Ginny.

Hermione and Ginny continued to talk about the masterpiece that had happened on her trip to Hogsmeade. They talked until it was time to go to bed and their eyes wouldn't hold themselves open any longer. Ron, however, didn't know of the conversation between Ginny and Hermione. It seems as if Hermione was always going to be the first to do everything.

The school year was coming to a close. There was only a couple months left before all the students went home for the summer and it was only one year until Ron, Hermione, and Harry would leave Hogwarts. Harry wished that for his last year at Hogwarts, there would be no Voldemort and no dangerous situations that the trio would find themselves in throughout the pervious years. Voldemort, of course, would probably be there to torture Harry some more and he couldn't help to admit he was afraid of what was to come.

It didn't matter though; as long as he has his best friends along with him. However, the only one that seemed to understand what was going on with Harry was him and no matter how many times he would try to explain how he felt to Ginny, she would never understand what it's like. He feared losing Ginny and cursed at himself when he thought that someday he wouldn't be able to be with her; Ron felt the same way only he couldn't tell anyone, not even his best mate.

"I can't believe I only blocked three quaffles today," Ron said while he slid his robes off along with his shirt.

"You didn't do that bad Ron," Harry said as he undressed himself too, "Don't worry about it mate."

"Easy for you to say. Angelina is going to chop my head off," Ron wrapped a towel around his waist.

"She won't. So today wasn't your best day," Harry agreed leading the way to the Quidditch team showers.

"It was horrible! I'm glad that Hermione wasn't there today, she would've laughed at me."

"I doubt it Ron."

"How would you know?"

"Because she wouldn't be paying attention to that," Harry whispered under his breath.

"Hey Ron before you take a shower, Hermione said she needed to talk to you," Alicia shouted.

"Harry!" Ron shouted in a whispered way, "What do you reckon Hermione is here for?"

"I don't know Ron...maybe you should go and find out," Harry smiled at himself.

"I can't go out there...look at me!"

"Just go Ron. I don't think she'll mind much."

Ron shot Harry an unsure look before he stepped out of the showers. Hermione was seated on the bench near the cabinets of shoes and robes. He swallowed hard and wiped the sweat on his palms off.

"Hermione?"

She turned around and stared at Ron.

"Hello Ron," Hermione examined his body slowly.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

There was a long moment of silence.

"Why did you come here for?"

"Ron, I told Ginny," Hermione said breathlessly.

"What?"

"I told Ginny."

"Told her what?" Ron was completely clueless on what she was talking about.

"I told her about....about our kiss," Hermione looked at the ground.

"Oh."

"I didn't mean to, I swear. I just couldn't not tell her."

"Alright. If mum finds out...I'm dead."

"I don't think she would tell anyone."

"Yeah well here comes loads of teasing on my part."

"She would not tease you Ronald," Hermione began to get frustrated, "Not about this."

"Yes she would."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it's the perfect way to tease me with and I have no come back," Ron shifted uneasily.

"So you see this as a tease?"

"Hermio..."

"That's just great. That makes me feel a lot better. If I still had my time turner I would go back and never would've kissed you! You are such a....such a jerk!" Hermione ran out of the Quidditch tent holding her head and wiping her own tears.

"Wait Hermione!"

Ron frowned as he returned to the showers.

"You are so thick sometimes," Harry said as they walked through the corridors.

"Thanks Harry," Ron responded suddenly feeling guilty.

"Why didn't you tell me that you kissed her?" Harry and Ron entered the Gryffindor common room.

"Because Hermione told me not to tell anyone."

"So? She obviously broke the promise."

"Yeah..."

"Look Ron, just apologize to her and see where you two go from there," Harry said facing Ron, "and don't mess it up."

"I can't do that Harry! Are you out of your mind?!" Ron tried to push through Harry's arms to get to his dorm.

"Ron, do you want to be with Hermione or not? I mean before the year ends is the only time before she probably goes to study abroad."

"But Harry..."

"She's coming down the stairs. You both have prefect duties anyways," Harry marched up the stairs to the dormitories.

Ron sighed. He knew he had to apologize for being a selfish git, but he never was the best at apologizing, especially to Hermione. Ron turned around.

"Hermione?"

Hermione's body jolted as it turned around with an angry face.

"What do you want Ron?"

"Well...uh...we have to check the...the school," Ron blurted out.

"I know. Let's just get this over with," Hermione said as she led the way.

For the rest of the night, Ron and Hermione fell silent. They searched the halls and waved at other Prefects as they passed. Ron glanced at Hermione secretly, but only a few seconds later, he would be caught by Hermione. She was clearly not going to let him off that easily, after all, he did shift her feelings around rather quickly. Hall after hall, corridor after corridor, Ron and Hermione found nothing unusual until they ran into Draco Malfoy.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Weasley and Granger. Not surprised to find you two prowling around the school alone. Being in love with a mudblood," Malfoy glared at Hermione, "That's even too low for you Weasley."

"Shut up Malfoy," Ron growled seizing himself in front of Hermione, "or you'll be sorry you ever ran into me."

"Do you really think you could take me? I'd like to see you try," Malfoy crossed his arms, "I'll even let you take the first hit."

Ron perked his elbows higher and clutched his fists tight.

"Ron, stop it," Hermione pulled his wrists away from Draco as she dragged him to the hallway back to the portrait of the fat lady.

"Go off Weasley. Shag that no good mudblood, maybe then you'll realize she's not as good as a pureblood," Draco Malfoy laughed heartly.

"I'll get him one day. Him and his stupid father," Ron whispered under his breath.

Hermione let go of Ron's arm, "Ron you have to remember that we are prefects now. We cannot go around beating up Malfoy just because he makes foul remarks."

"But Hermione..." Ron moaned.

"Just don't. Don't risk losing your prefect badge because of Draco Malfoy."

"I don't care about my prefect badge..." Ron and Hermione stared at each other.

"Then why..."

"Hermione...this time I'm going to kiss you," Ron slid his hands onto her soft pink cheeks.

Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to stand so she gripped onto his hands as he bent down to kiss her. His lips were wet and full of passion when they collided with Hermione's dry lips. She held onto his hands for her life and she had already begun to clench onto the back of his shirt. Ron breathed in her air leaving her completely breathless. His neck bent down low because he was simply too tall and Hermione stood on her toes just to reach his stubby chin.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his body and his arms later followed. Their lips became more slippery has the heat in their bodies began to steam off onto their outside. Hermione moaned softly as Ron tripped over his own feet forcing them to fall onto the ground. Ron never took his lips off Hermione, not once did he stop to catch his breath; he didn't want this moment of his courage to fade. With one push from Ron's hidden arms, the tables disappeared into the darkness of which the common room fire did not reach.

"Ron..." Hermione moaned trying to contain the sensation in her body.

Hermione was terrified of what Ron could do to her; she knew that once he was in control she wouldn't be able to resist. So she kept trying to push him off of her, but he was her weakness. Every time he sucked on her shoulders, every time he kissed her deeply like it would never happen again.

"No Ron...please," Hermione continued to whimper softly into Ron's ear.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I'm sorry for being a self-centered prat all these years," Ron continued taking in her breaths, "I want to make you mine Hermione."

"Ron..." Hermione gripped onto his shoulders.

"Please Hermione," Ron groaned softly as his body began to shake violently.

"Ron...we can't..."

Ron had longed for this, this moment that he and Hermione would finally be able to show each other how they felt about one another. He wanted to feel his love being accepted and he wanted to take in as much as Hermione had in her. Both their bodies were yearning for the other with so much force that Ron and Hermione couldn't understand.

He began to unbutton his shirt slowly and with frustration, Hermione pulled on his shirt with force that made the buttons fly across the room. Ron savored her neck and his tongue teased her. Hermione smiled when she brought his lips to hers and she forced her own tongue into his mouth. The heat of the fire began to cause the windows to steam up. Ron used his fingers to slide the straps of Hermione's night gown off her shoulder; he kissed her arms, shoulders, and neck over and over again until her body became numb.

"No...Ron I can't," Hermione blushed before she fixed her night gown, "We can't do this."

"No wait Hermione," Ron shifted onto his knees as Hermione forced herself to sit up.

"Ron, I can't. This isn't going to happen right now just because you feel bad for being rude."

"That was only a part of it Hermione," Ron grabbed her arm before she stood.

"I don't want to do this with you Ron," Hermione pulled on her arm.

"But Hermione," Ron frowned.

"I...I have to go to bed," Hermione stood and wrapped her robe around her body, "Don't tell Harry."
"Hermione!" Ron shouted in a whispered voice, "Hermione I'm sorry!"

She ran up the stairs to her room with Ginny fast asleep. Hermione closed the door and sat against it with her knees into her chest. Her head lay on her arms; her tears began to pour out with ache. She didn't know why she had stopped agreeing to Ron, but she had to; she wasn't going to risk her badge. Looking at it made her feel guilty because there was so much more than just a prefect badge. There was so much more than pride and courage.

"No Ron...I'm sorry," Hermione wept silently until her eyes failed and the sun began to bring another day.

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