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Well here is chapter 3. Enjoy.

PS- for those that don't like sex scenes: you may want to skip the first few paragraphs…

Chapter three

The Woes of Wine

What am I doing? Hermione thought to herself as she and Ron were sharing yet another steamy kiss on Ron's bed. Sleeping with Ron is not going to help our already complicated situation. She knew it was wrong but she just couldn't help herself. I'm thinking too much, And with that she decided (along with her many glasses of wine) to throw caution to the wind.

She pulled away from Ron who was reluctant to part from her. She stood up at the foot of the bed, in front and Ron and slowly unzipped her little black dress, and let it fall to the floor. Ron stood up too, and he pulled down his slacks (his shirt was already off).

Hermione wasn't really sure what she should do next, seeing as she had only done this once before. Ron was only slightly more experienced than her, but it was enough. He walked towards her and pulled her onto the bed with him. He fumbled with the hook on her bra and finally tossed it to the floor along with her panties. She pulled off his boxers and flung them aside.

What now? Ron began kissing her neck. Hermione knew she had to have him right then. She pulled him on top of her and before she knew it, it was over.

Hermione fell asleep quickly after, but Ron laid awake thinking. He couldn't believe how fast everything was happening. Just yesterday he had only been planning to tell her about his feelings for her and now, this. What does this mean? Are we a couple now? He eventually fell asleep.

Hermione was falling fast. What could he do? He had to catch her before she hit the pavement. Everything was a blur of light and color. If she hit the ground, surely they would both die. His wand. Where was his wand? He could use that charm, that one charm that slows things down…if only he could remember. Ron was running out of time. He could hear her calling his name to help her. She was only inches away now.

"Ron!"

Ron awoke with a start to see Hermione standing over him. She was shaking his shoulder.

"Ron, um, we need to talk." Hermione looked urgent.

"Ok," He yanked the covers back to stand up and a shocked expression appeared suddenly on Hermione's face. He looked down only to find that he was naked. His face immediately blushed scarlet and he covered himself up.

"I'll be in the kitchen." She turned and walked quickly out of his bedroom.

Ron appeared a minute later in a robe, and sat down at his small kitchen table across from Hermione.

"Ron." She began, once he had settled. She didn't really know how to start this conversation. "I'm not quite sure what happened last night, I know we had a lot to drink, and I think, well I have an idea that we might have-"

"Shagged?" Ron finished her sentence for her and then quickly regretted it because of her disapproving look.

"Well, yeah, but not necessarily in those words." Hermione looked down at her still broken heel (that she never took off from the night before). Even if she didn't exactly remember it, she didn't want to think of it as "shagging." Whenever she thought about how her first time with Ron might be, she never wanted to think of it as just "shagging."

Ron suddenly realized something. If she doesn't remember the sex, does she remember me telling her about how I feel? Ron was a little panicky, he had finally got up enough courage (and was drunk enough) to tell her how he feels about her, and she may not even remember it.

"Hermione?" Ron asked, trying to sound relatively calm. "What exactly do you remember about last night?"

Hermione paused, thinking. "Well, I remember a restaurant, and I think there was candles," she paused again, looking pensive. "Oh yeah," she giggled, "I know there was wine."

"Is that all?" Ron looked defeated.

Hermione did one last scan through her recollection of the night before. "Yeah, that's all." Ron nodded, his eyes fixed on an invisible spot on the table.

There was a long pause. Hermione stared down at her broken heel again, then she looked up at Ron.

"So," She began. "What all actually happened last night?"

He explained everything he could remember in detail, until he got to a certain part of the story "…we danced the tango, and then after…" Ron paused, thinking of something to replace what actually happened. "…we just went back to my place."

Hermione looked frustrated, I sleep with Ron, and I can't even remember it. I may never get that chance ever again. He's the one person I would want to do that with…again. It should've been really special and meaningful, not drunk and stupid.

Ron couldn't help but ask what he'd been thinking about last night before he fell asleep. "What should we do now, about our, um, situation."

Hermionewas just as clueless as he was. Ron didn't wait for her to answer. "I just don't want to feel weird around you. I don't know what I would do if things got messed up between us."

"Oh, Ron." Hermione leaned across the table and pulled him into a tight hug, as tight a hug as you can have with a table between you. "I feel the same way."

As much as they didn't want it to be, things were a little weird between them the rest of the time at Ron's place, until Hermione left to go back to her flat.

She apparated into her flat and jumped a little when she saw Ginny sitting on her couch. "Ginny, don't do that!" She walked across the small room and plopped down next to the auburn-haired girl.

"Sorry, I knocked on your door and was waiting for you outside, but it must've been an hour before I finally just apparated inside." Ginny explained calmly, examining some of the books and magazines stacked on the coffee table.

"Did you maybe think I might be sleeping?" Hermione asked exasperated.

"No," she answered promptly. "You always get up at like 9 o'clock, and it was about 9:30 when I showed up." Ginny said turning her eyes on Hermione. A smile slowly spread across her face.

"Where were you, and why are you wearing your little black dress?" She eyed Hermione's attire, her eyes lingering on her broken shoe.

"You ask too many questions." Hermione got up and made her way to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and leaned in, not looking for anything in particular.

"Hermione," Ginny walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She waited until Hermione removed herself from the fridge. "Where were you last night?"

Hermione conceded, knowing Ginny would eventually get it out of her, this would save time.

"I was at Ron's flat." Hermione said, very nonchalant.

"Why?" Ginny already knew the answer.

"We, um, had been out the night before and…"

"Ok, ok, you don't need to finish that sentence. I really don't want to think about my brother, er, like that."

Hermione giggled. "The thing is, I don't remember anything about it. I just woke up, you know, in his bed."

"So what are you going to do?" Ginny asked gingerly.

"I guess I'm just going to try and pretend it never happened. I mean, what can I do?"

Ginny shrugged, "You could just tell him how you feel." Hermione looked up at her. That wasn't an option anymore. Hermione didn't feel like she could tell him because it would make things even more complicated. It would be easier if I just pretend it never happened. She hated the thought of having to keep stifling her feelings, but it didn't seem like there was any other way.

Back at Ron's flat there was a similar discussion.

"So she doesn't remember anything?" Harry asked.

"No, not really." Ron responded. Before Harry could say anything more Ron said, "I don't know what I should do, I can't tell her now, it will only just mess things up. I guess I'll just try not to think about it, if I can."

As the weeks went by, Hermione noticed something about herself that was missing. She thought she needed to bring this to Ron's attention, as uncomfortable a conversation as it might be.

Please review, I'll try to have chapter four up soon. Sorry this chapter was so short…I guess I just didn't have it in me because of a certain lack of reviews… and I guess because I wanted to save what's coming next for the next chapter.

Oh yes, and also sorry for spelling/ grammar mistakes and other stuff like that…I try my best, I really do, but some things just slip by me.