Author's Note: Quick update, but a shorter chapter. I just had to write this chapter today, couldn't wait! It'll probably be a few days before I get the next one up though.
Only 1 and 1/2 days of school left! And this summer will be completely dedicated to my new obsession, none other than dear old fan fiction!
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After Ron's stair incident, he rushed to the Gryffindor common room, holding his shoulder in pain. He didn't bother to go to the Hospital Wing, he just wanted to crawl into bed. "Buttermilk wafers," He mumbled when the Fat Lady had asked for the password.

"Right-o, darling," She replied warmly, giving him a nod. He just stomped into the common room, giving her no sign of greeting. "Being a bit rude, don't you think?" She called after him and then swung back into place.

"This whole bloody business is giving me a migraine..." Ron said to himself, climbing the stairs to the boy's dormitories. He immediately climbed into his bed and put up the bed hangings. His stomach rumbled loudly. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't eaten very much. Possibly because of the abrupt appearance of Hermione. Oh well, he could always ask Harry for a midnight spin in the good old invisibility cloak for a trip to the kitchens. Ron smirked. Hermione would absolutely forbid that idea, unless she thought it was an opportunity to persuade the poor elves to want freedom. Honestly, I wonder when that girl will give up the silly idea... Ron thought. But he couldn't help but mentally slap himself in the face for insulting her like that, even if he was only thinking it.

He grasped onto his sheets and rolled over, only making his bed messy. But he couldn't care less. The only thing that was important right now was to sort things out with Hermione, if he ever had the nerve. Ron heard the dormitory door open, expecting one of the boys, he sat up.

"Ron?" A girl's voice whispered. Hermione! He thought, alarmed. Now she had him trapped in his very own dormitory, what in the name of You-Know-Who was he going to do? He came up with the only idea that could possibly show up in his mind: pretend to sleep, of course! He quietly put his head back on his pillow, closing his eyes, and pretending to let out small snores here and there. She had opened his bed hangings, that much he could tell, but now she had just stopped all together. Not moving, not speaking, nothing. It was making Ron very nervous and his palms were beginning to sweat. "Ron, are you awake?" She finally spoke. She waited a few seconds, and then continued. "I just came up to see how you were doing..."

He suddenly felt an odd tickling sensation travel across his cheek. He was very tempted to snap open his eyes and ask what in Merlin's Beard she was doing, but held his cover. But then a thought struck him, was she... stroking him? Before he could have a second thought on the matter, she had bent down, kissed his cheek lightly, and strode out of the room. Ron sat up as soon as the door had closed, eyes wide and heart hammering.

"What in the seven names of Hell?" He breathed, touching the place where she had kissed him. He had ripped down the hangings and sat in his mess of a bed, staring at the door. It was several minutes before anyone showed up, and that person was Harry. As soon as he walked in, Ron had pounced on him.

"Ron, what?"

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed, holding Harry by his robe's collar. He looked back at Ron in a clueless manner, his glasses askew. "That girl is insane! She's gone bloody bonkers, mate! I'm not joking!"

"Who, Hermione?"

"Yes Hermione! Who else?"

"What happened?" He replied curiously, releasing himself from Ron's hold.

"She... she came in here... while I was in bed... and... and..." His ears went bright red as he tried to find the words. "She kissed me, mate!"

"She... wha? Kissed you... but..." Harry looked completely lost. "I thought she had a boyfriend..."

"Me too!"

"Then why'd she kiss you?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Friends with benefits?" Harry offered. Ron raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really think Hermione is like that?"

"You're right. I was surprised to find out she even had a boyfriend..."

"Do you think it's Krum?" Ron asked eagerly.

"Nah, last I heard, he had gotten himself a nice French girl. Plus, I heard that the guy goes to school here," Harry explained. Ron sighed with relief.

"GOOD," He said louder than necessary.

"You know, Ron, maybe you should just let her be. Let her tell us when she feels she wants to. It's really not our business," Harry said slowly.

"It my business when she goes around kissing me!" Ron pointed out.

"True..." Harry replied, then thought hard. "How did she kiss you?"

"W-what? You're not serious..." Ron mumbled, ears going red again. By the look Harry was giving him, he was plenty serious. "Just a quick peck on the cheek, I guess..." Harry rolled his eyes.

"That doesn't mean anything! She's given me a few dozen on pecks on the cheeks. Plus, she told us you had gotten hurt, and she was going to come check on you. She was being nice and comforting. How naive can you be? I've got her better figured out than you do!" Ron had cowered back against the wall during Harry's outburst.

"Uh... you aren't the secret boyfriend by chance... are you?"

"NO!" Harry snapped and walked back out of the dormitory, slamming the door on his way out. Ron was very white now, he had not been prepared for that. What's gotten into everyone? But was that what Ron was, a stupid naive teenager? Ron's shoulders slumped and he slowly opened the dormitory door again. He peeked down into the common room from the balcony and spotted Harry and Hermione. They were talking openly and laughing. They looked awfully cozy together. Ron narrowed his eyes and crept back into the his dormitory. He sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his hands and thinking things over.

I'm on to you, Harry Potter.