A/N: In all honesty, I never intended to write another chapter of this story. I felt I just couldn't because…well I just promised myself I wouldn't, not yet anyway. After being told that I was mean, evil and thoroughly sadistic, I revisited the idea. So here is the 2nd part. Please know that I actually loved every single review and I am honored that you thought so much of the story to threaten me if I didn't finish it.

Jenorama is the best at coming up with ideas and suggestions. If it weren't for her, I don't think anyone would read my stories. Added kudos to Amy G. who CAN write! doraemon is the beta extraordinaire!

This one is definitely for Mr. Weasley who can not only inspire me and make me giggle but can make me believe that anything is possible.

These characters belong to the wonderful world of JKR; butchering of said characters belongs to me!

A Kiss to Build a Dream On

Hermione awoke to a very strange feeling fluttering across her face. She thought the wind was blowing because her hair was moving but she didn't remember the window being open nor did she feel a breeze. The last thing she remembered was sitting down by the window with her Arithmancy textbook. She had told herself that she needed to study the next chapter but in reality, she knew the real reason she was sitting in the Common room. Ron had been sitting by the fire most of the evening reading and re-reading what looked to be a letter. She was dying to know what it was about because more than once she had looked over at him and caught him staring at her with a look she had never seen before. Ron always glanced at her from time to time when they were in a room together but this time it was different. Hermione felt there was more in the glance somehow. It was almost as if he were measuring or contemplating something. She had decided to wait for him to finish reading and then possibly ask him about it. She hadn't meant to fall asleep.

She slowly opened her eyes and what she saw made her blink. Ron was standing in front of her, head cocked to one side, his hand on her cheek, brushing away a curl.

"Ron, what are you doing?" she asked in a sleepy voice.

Ron dropped to his knees next to her, reaching out to stroke his finger down her cheek as if he were touching a fragile piece of glass. Hermione felt a rush of fire slide down her face and right into her heart, making it beat so quickly she was sure that it was going to pound right out of her chest. He had never, ever touched her like that before. It was almost like he was caressing her face.

She looked up into Ron's eyes, took a deep breath and willed her heart to stop beating so fast. He had never looked this serious or determined. His eyes were so large in his face and they had changed from their normal sapphire blue to a darker, more intense blue. It was as if his eyes were trying to tell her something that he couldn't say out loud and she wondered what it was. She smiled at him, reached over and put her hand on his stubble-roughened cheek. "Ron?"

Ron audibly swallowed and moved closer to her as he whispered, "Hermione, there's something I need to do."

As he stood to his full height, he took Hermione by the hand and pulled her up from the chair. The book in her lap went flying off at an odd angle. She started to say, "Ron my…" but she was cut off by the amazing, electrifying feeling of Ron putting his lips against hers. He started to move his lips slowly back and forth, making little kisses on both her upper and lower lips. When he nibbled at her bottom lip, Hermione was so shocked she stared into his eyes; his eyelids looked heavy, but she could still see he was trying to stay focused on her reaction. The look in his eyes was intense and yet so caring and warm. It was beyond anything she'd ever experienced. The fiery feeling she had felt when he touched her face flamed up again and raced down her body as he took his free hand and started to run it through her hair, stopping at the back of her neck. The feeling of his warm hand caressing her skin was almost too much for her and she leaned against Ron for support, letting her eyes slip closed as she felt Ron's other hand release hers and start to travel up the side of her body. Hermione shivered as he reached behind and pulled her closer to him. His hand started to rub her back and the rhythmic movement relaxed her body and she sank into Ron's strong arms.

His warm tongue pushed gently between her lips just as his hand moved under her dressing gown to caress the soft skin at her shoulder. His touch made all of the small hairs on her body stand on end and she let out a soft moan. She felt his tongue brush the front of her teeth and she opened more of her mouth to feel their tongues come together. It was gentle and slow and so very tender. Ron responded to her moan by holding her even closer.

Hermione's mind was moving so fast she wasn't even sure where she was. All she knew was that Ron was kissing HER and it was the most amazing, incredible feeling she had ever experienced. His mouth moved from her lips to her cheek to her ear and then back again to capture her mouth in another deep kiss. She moaned again as all the sensations left her weak-kneed. Her body seemed to grow heavy, her skin felt warm and yet she felt as if she was flying and the thrill of it gave her goose bumps. Her mind was sending off colors behind her closed eyes as if seeing fireworks, the vivid colors just arousing her more. This was better than her birthday, better than Christmas; it was even better than receiving twelve Outstanding O.W.L.s.

All too soon, Ron pulled back from her lips. He still held her in his arms but moved one hand around to cup her chin. She opened her eyes and tried to focus on his. His thumb caressed her face as he stared down at her, his blue eyes sparkling and his mouth giving her the devastating grin that she liked so much.

"So?" he whispered.

It took Hermione a moment to collect her thoughts; she was still reeling from the whole thing. She felt as though she were dreaming and was quite certain that someone was going to wake her up at any moment. She even tried to remember if she had seen any of Fred and George's Daydream Charm boxes lying about the Common room.

"Hey, Hermione. Are you with me?" The grin had left Ron's face and he was now wearing a carefully blank expression.

Hermione stared at Ron but gave no reaction to his question. Her mind was now running in one direction and she was almost drunk with the realization of what she was going to do next.

"Hermione?"

Hermione blinked as she forced herself to concentrate on Ron and what he was saying. "Am I with you?" she asked softly. With that, she reached up, twined her fingers into Ron's hair and pulled him towards her, pressing her lips against his.

Dear Bill,

Success! You're a genius - I still can't stop thinking about it. Oh Merlin, it was better than I ever imagined. I followed your instructions to the letter last night and I feel like I won the Quidditch Cup. Bugger, I just got so tired of waiting and wanting it for so long that I couldn't take it anymore. I looked over at her, sleeping in the common room and something just came over me. It was like I had no control, Bill. I walked over to where she was sleeping and I just stared. I reached out to touch the hair that was on her cheek and she woke up. She asked me what I was doing and I don't know how I had the courage to do this, but I told her that there was something I had to do and I took her hand, pulled her up from the chair and BAMN! I did it! I KISSED HER!

At first all she did was stare at me but I did just as you said, I tried to say everything with my eyes. I really thought I was doing quite well but when I started to run my right hand through her tangled hair it got caught up in it, so I rubbed her neck. Then I didn't exactly know what to do with my other hand so I started rubbing her back and accidentally ran it over the shoulder of her dressing gown. Bill, she gave out this soft moan like you wrote a girl would and I knew I was doing it right. MERLIN! As soon as she made that sound her whole body went limp against mine and it seemed like the only working part of her body was her lips and mouth. It was bloody amazing Bill. I never experienced anything like that in my entire life!

Whoa - what a pair of lips, Lavender couldn't even compare to Hermione's lips. Every time I touched those gorgeous lips against mine it felt like magic was shooting through my body. Who knew a bookworm would be so bloody great at kissing? I should've done this years ago. I'm a prat, that can I tell you.

And to think she used those perfect lips on Vicky, and probably stupid Cormac McLaggen - the stupid troll. Bugger, I don't want to lose her to them or anyone else, THOSE STUPID GITS! THEY DON'T DESERVE HER!

Sorry, I'm so … I can't even think of the word right now to describe how I feel. I know I never felt like this before. I don't know what is wrong with me. This morning, I jumped across the Gryffindor table and belted Blaise Zabini across the jaw after I saw him mouth "Mudblood" as he pointed at Hermione and then made kissing noises at me. Stupid prat deserved what he got and I don't care how many detentions I have to serve. In spite of Hermione nagging me for the rest of the day because I got upset for "no reason", I won't tell her why I did it.

Even now she won't talk to me, but she's still holding my left hand as I write this. Don't worry, even though she keeps glancing over my shoulder as I'm writing – there is no way, I'm going to let it get out that you helped me on how to give that kiss. Whoa, what a kiss!

We haven't told Harry or Ginny yet. Although, knowing Ginny I'm sure she suspects something is up. I had to sneak away from Harry before dinner as I was walking to the Great Hall by faking that I had to throw up in the bathroom before our big game with Ravenclaw. I mean this is my second year as Keeper and the fact that I've been having decent practices with the team I really thought he would've caught on to us. Nevertheless, he didn't - thank Merlin as Hermione and me met up at the fifth floor broom closet next to the serenading knight's portrait. I used to spend my days and nights talking Quidditch tactics with Harry, but now the only thing I can think of is Hermione's lips and the kisses I had with her a few hours ago in the broom closet.

Hopefully, tonight when the common room finally clears out—

"It's Hermione and I," corrected Hermione as she peered over Ron's shoulder.

"Hermione!" Ron roared in indignation.

"You have to use proper grammar or it won't flow right," Hermione said defensively as a smirk played across her face. "And tell Bill I said thank you."

"Bugger," moaned Ron as Hermione squeezed his left hand and let out a small uncharacteristic giggle.

Hermione told me to say thank you. And she's a nosey git—

Hermione lightly punched Ron in the ribs and gave him a big smile.

Anyway, we (happy now?) both wanted to thank you.

Love,

Ron

Hermione said nothing as she reached over Ron's shoulder and with her quill and wrote at the bottom of his letter.

and Hermione XXXOOO.

A day later, Ron received a letter from Bill.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

In case you're wondering, that feeling Ron, is called Love.

Love,

Bill and Fleur

A/N: And that my friends, is THE END!

Mr. Weasley, I couldn't have done this without you!