During lunch, she raced up the stairs to the second floor, her heart beating faster with every step she took. She looked around, not knowing what to expect. "I've been waiting," said a male voice. She thought she recognized it. "Ronald?" said Hermione, still not knowing if she was right. "You've guessed correctly," he said, stepping from behind a shadow. "You gave me a scare, Ron," said Hermione, her heart rate slowing down a bit. "I didn't mean to… I just wanted to see you so badly," he said, shuffling his feet. "Oh…well…according to the letter…you've been…having dreams about…me?" she said, a little taken back. She could never imagine that Ronald Weasley would write such a 'mush-gush' letter, let alone even feeling that way towards her. "Yes Hermione," he said. "I have been having dreams about being with you…I-I really like you 'Mione". There was silence in the room. "I don't know w-what to say," she stuttered out. "Here, I'll say it for you," he said. And in a swift movement, he grabbed her by the waist and planted a kiss on her lips. She returned the kiss without thinking. Soon he was leading her up the marble staircases, to the common room. He began to undress. "Ron, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, puzzled at his thoughts. "What is with you boys thinking that just because I'm a girl, I'll want to hit home with you right off the bat? You can be so inconsiderate!" She stormed over to the portrait hole, with Ron calling after her. "Hermione, I thought you wanted me to!" he said, while trying to get his shirt back on. "Why do you have to be this way?" But she was gone, leaving a half dressed Ron puzzled and disappointed.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" said Hermione as she stepped out of the portrait hole. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" "Well, that wouldn't be surprising 'round here, now would it?" said Ginny with a hint of a smile on her face. "I really need to tell you something important. It's been bothering me for so long that I need to tell someone. And right now, you're the only one I can talk to." She said. "Oh…okay," replied Hermione, "Let's just go up to the common room and talk. That way we can be alone." "Good idea." said Ginny. On the way up to the common room however, Dean Thomas caught up with them. "Hermione!" he said. "Professor Flitwick needs to see you in his office! Something about a past report!" "Oh no!" said Hermione, "Ginny, we can talk later, can't we?" And she rushed down the staircases to professor Flitwick's office. "What were you going to tell her that's been bugging you so much, huh Gin?" he said snootily, once Hermione was gone. "Not anything about past events between us, I assume." "You used Professor Flitwick as a little diversion didn't you, you little sneak!" Ginny was now filling with rage. "You know damn well what I was going to tell her, Dean Thomas! I have to talk to someone! Do you think I can leave this in the dark forever? Maybe you can, but I can't! I have 7 months before my whole life changes and whether you're in it or not, I don't care!" And she stalked away, breathing heavily, and tears rolling down her cheeks.
