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For the past couple of weeks, Ron kept on having strange dreams about Hermione. In his dreams, he held her head gently within his hands. Ron would press his lips to hers, moving tenderly against each other. Hermione's hands would softly stroke the bare skin on his back, making him shiver so intensely that he thought his body might break apart at the sensation.

Sometimes after he awoke, he would get strange feelings he'd never had before.. After those dreams, he awoke breathless and shocked. His heart would be pounding and his body still pulsating with pleasure. After those dreams he found a strange substance on his belly and he wondered what it could be.

Ron kept having these thoughts and dreams about Hermione. He noticed whenever he saw or even thought about her, his body would react to her. Even, to his horror, when she was close by. If Hermione knew the thoughts he had about her she would probably never talk to him again. She would think him to be some sort of pervert. No. He couldn't have that. He tried a few things to hide it when it happened hoping against hope that she would not find out.

However, when Hermione wasn't around Ron would go up to his spot. He found that he could make his mind blowing experience in his dreams happen when he was awake…If he touched himself in the right ways.

(Warning Masturbation Here)

He laid down, his arm resting under his head. He thought about his dreams, about seeing Hermione naked. It seemed so real in his mind. Between his legs, Ron felt himself growing hard and hot. Ron didn't know what it was. Sliding his hand down, he touched himself. Feeling a shock, Ron jumped. But he did it again because it was a good shock. He began touching himself again and again. Excitement grew in him begging for him to continue. He touched himself again, this time wrapping his hand around it. Groaning softly at the feel of it, he started to stroke it. It felt so incredible he did it more.

His mouth opened. Panting with excitement, he arched his back writhing in pleasure. He stroked harder. He wanted the release he started out for. Saying Hermione's name, he came.

Afterwards he felt relieved. Wiping his hand on the ground, he put his shorts back on and headed back to the house. Little did he know that the one person he didn't want to see him do that, the only person on the island…had seen the whole thing.

Hermione was so confused. The first thought that crossed her mind was "So that's a penis." She had known that that was what boys had, though she never had seen one except for in er magical book. Ron's was different though. It was bigger then what the booked showed.

Hermione wondered what Ron was doing. Why was he touching himself down there? What was that white stuff that came out of it? Why was he moaning like that? Was he hurt? Why was he calling her name? Was he calling for her? But if he was hurt and calling for her he wouldn't have just got up like it was nothing. Hermione decided to see if Ron was all right.

Going back to the house she saw Ron. He looked a little flushed. He was washing his hands and face. Hermione went up to him. At that moment she decided not to ask him about what she saw, but to ask him why he has been avoiding her.

"Why are you avoiding me Ron?" Hermione asked quietly.

"I am not avoiding you Hermione." Ron said.

"Yes you are. You haven't spoken to me at all in the past few days. All you ever do now is fish, hunt, or go to that place that you always go. Did I do something wrong?" Hermione said.

"Of course not. You haven't done anything wrong." Ron said. He looked at her. She looked on the verge of tears. He immediately felt bad. He had been trying to avoid Hermione so that she wouldn't find out what happened around her. He didn't think it would upset her like it had.

"Then what is it? Do you not like me anymore?" Hermione asked, tears cascading down her fair cheeks.

"Oh Hermione don't cry." Ron said embracing her.

Hermione did cry though. "I thought you would leave without telling me. I don't want to be alone forever." Hermione choked through sobs.

"You don't have anything to worry about. I will never leave you." Ron said kissing her forehead.

Hermione looked up at him. Ron couldn't help himself he wiped the tears off her face.

"Promise?" Hermione sniffed.

"I promise." Ron smiled.

They looked into each other's eyes. Ron couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to kiss Hermione. No- he needed to kiss her. To have his lips on hers. He leaned in closer, still staring in her eyes.

(FIRST REAL KISS YIPPIE!)

He pressed his lips to hers. When she didn't object, but actually pressed back, Ron almost jumped for joy. He kissed her with all his being. He rolled on top of her still kissing her. Hermione began to squirm. She moved her head away from his.

"Get off." Hermione said.

Ron got off, suddenly feeling ashamed of himself. How could he kiss Hermione like that? She looked so angry with him. Hermione got up and walked out. She sat down on the sand near the ocean, and watched as the sun went down.

Ron was very angry with himself. He had promised himself that he would never touch Hermione like that again. He didn't want her to hate him again. He looked out the window and saw Hermione.

She watched the sun set.

He watched Her.

Yay. So excited. This story is now totaly redone. It has been checked over by my wounderfull beta reader , and is hopefully error free. If not at least there are tons of fewer mistakes. Thank you Review Review REVIEW!1