Disclaimer: Alright, I know I cant keep Ron as my love poodle, but i really really wanna! Aww, fine. Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, Goddess.

A/N: I need and demand reviews! -lol- No, honestly, let me know if this story is worth continuing. I'm sure it will have a plot sooner or later, but it's in the middle of the night and I'm sleepy. So review and tell me whatya think of it. Anyhoo, here it is. Enjoy!

Hermione just stared at him in shock. Had Ron just admitted he had feelings for her? Okay, in his sleep, but still!

'Huh?' was all she could think, over and over. But then she collected herself. Maybe he was just having a pleasant dream about her. At that thought her eyes suddenly widened. 'Huh!'

No, no, no. She was just exaggerating. In no way, did Ron have that kind of feelings towards her. She would've noticed. Mind you, it was after all just Ron. He wasn't exactly a genious. Suddenly he snorted in his sleep and she jumped with a little whimper that caused him to wake.

He yawned and stretched his arms, then turned to look at her.

"Bugger," he said, "did I just fall asleep in class again?"

She just stared at him, her jaw practically hitting the floor.

"'Mione?" he asked. "You didn't correct my swearing. You alright?"

When no answer came he put a hand on her shoulder and shook her softly.

"'Mione?"

Then suddenly class was over and everyone was standing up. Hermione woke from her trance and looked at Ron with wide eyes.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine, I'm OK, just perfectly perfectly fine," she said and tried to smile at him, but her face muscles wouldn't obey her.

If this had just a year ago with the Yule Ball and all that she would've been hysterically happy that she'd finally figured his fussy feelings towards her out, but now she was just confused. Looking up into his eyes she noticed something she had forgotten some time ago.

His eyes were green. So green it penetrated her heart and made it thump faster. He was looking at her worriedly and she realised he had asked her a question, probably more than once.

"Huh?" she asked incoherently.

He frowned. He must've thought she'd gone absolutely sack of hammers.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go up to the common room? I'm in the mood for some serious sitting down and relaxing," now he was smiling and she decided she liked his smile very much.

A couple of days later Ron and Hermione was walking through a corridor on their way to the Great Hall for dinner. They'd just left Potions class and Harry immediately left to find Ginny for some quality snogging, probably. Ron really didn't want to put that much thought into it.

Hermione had been really quiet that past few days, and he couldn't figure out why. He'd even caught her staring at him in class a couple of times and it made his head spin. Why was she acting like that?

Suddenly they heard the sound of people coming from a corridor next to theirs.

"Oh no," Hermione exclaimed, "it's Malfoy. I don't feel like dealing with him right now, couldn't we just sneak in there?"

She looked at him pleadingly and pointed at a door. It was a broom closet. He just stood there looking from Hermione and to the closet with a confused look on his face, the thought of being alone with her in a broom closet of all places making his body warm.

"Oh come on," she pleaded, "I'm not going to do you or anything!"

Then she realised what she'd just said and flushed furiously. Ron just knew the tips of his ears was as red as his hair, if not redder.

"I meant do anything to you," she finally whispered awkwardly. Malfoys voice was steadily coming closer so Ron just nodded, took her hand and pulled her with him into the closet.

It must've been the smallest closet he'd ever seen that could possibly be called a closet. It was so small, it would've been crowded even if he'd been in there all alone. But he wasn't. Hermione was standing with her behind against his front, facing the door.

It was really dark, so he grabbed his wand and somehow managed to poke Hermiones butt with it.

"Ow!" she shrieked. "What are you doing!"

His eyes widened.

"Shit, sorry!" he said nervously. "I was just grabbing my wand –"

"What!"

Merlin, he was so screwed. But not screwed as in – aw, forget it.

"Nothing, just – lumos – fetching us some light," he said with a shaky voice.

He was petrified. This was just becoming more and more awkward. 'I'm just lucky she doesn't know I have feelings for her,' he thought thankfully. 'Now that would've been awkward!'

"Oh," she said, slowly calming down. "Well, thanks."

They were quiet for a moment. The lumos spell slowly wore off, and it was dark again. They could hear Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle standing on the other side of the door and talking about Dumbledore. Hermiones front was so pressed against the door that she had trouble breathing, so she wriggled a little to make a little more room. When she did, Rons eyes widened. That was very dangerous right now. 'Please Merlin, don't let her feel anything weird about my... physics,' he thought desperately.

The voices outside slowly grew lower and lower and they could hear Malfoy and his minions leave. Ron was wondering what was gonna happen now. Suddenly, Hermione started to wriggle again and, with great effort, turned around to face him. This was even more painful to him, since her upper body now was pressed against his, and he could feel... her.

He looked down into her eyes and drowned into the chocolate brown feeling that was his 'Mione. He noticed she was breathing raggedly, and before he knew it they were moving closer...

Suddenly, the door opened and they both fell out.

"What do you two think you're doing!"

Hermione was standing with her back pressed against Rons front. Why had she done this? Why did she get him to go into a closet with her?

OK, over the last few days she had realised that she may still have feelings for him, but she wanted to know if it was just because she had heard the words in his sleep. This had seemed like a good way to talk to him about... something, but now that they were in there together no coherent thoughts came to her mind.

Except maybe the realisation that playing quidditch hade done wonders for his long and lean body.

Suddenly she felt something strange.

"Ow!" she shrieked. "What are you doing!"

He had poked her butt!

"Shit, sorry!" he said nervously. "I was just grabbing my wand –"

"What!"

He was doing what! What was he up to? 'Uh-oh, bad choice of words,' she thought.

"Nothing, just – lumos – fetching us some light," he said with a shaky voice.

"Oh," she said, slowly calming down. "Well, thanks."

'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea,' she thought to herself and decided to turn around face to face, so she could talk to him properly. She wriggled a little. This was gonna be harder than she expected. She could feel Ron breathe in sharply and started to wriggle a little again. It was almost completely dark in the little closet now, but when she finally managed to turn around, she could see his eyes clearly. And made up her mind.

Just then the door opened and they stumbled out and landed on the stone floor.

"What do you two think you're doing!" Harry shouted angrily, looking down at them with Ginny standing next to him. "That's our snogging closet!"