-September 1-

It was September first and Ron, Hermione and Ginny were at Kings Cross station, dragging their luggage into an empty compartment. Ron hoisted the girls' luggage up onto the racks when he spotted Harry outside of the window.

Harry was standing next to the train with a girl who had long dirty blonde hair.

"Blimey! Would you look at that …" Ron exclaimed as he stood there staring from a distance out the window.

Hermione and Ginny looked from Ron's expression and then leaned forward to see out of the window as well.

Hermione was the first to speak, "Harry with – "

"Luna?" whispered Ginny.

"Yup. Looks like it." said Ron who had now leaned in to get a better view.

Harry had noticed his friends staring at him through the window. He waved and then turned back to Luna. They said a few words and then Luna leaned forward and gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbed her luggage and then headed for the front of the train.

Harry looked up at his friends and singled that he would come to join them.

When Harry entered the compartment, he found Ginny sitting on one bench and then to his surprise, Hermione and Ron sitting together holding hands.

"Well I'll be …" said Harry as he dropped his luggage. "I thought you two were never going to admit it. It's about time." He smiled and then threw his luggage up and took a seat next to Ginny.

Ron looked at his best friend with a huge grin, "Okay, so Hermione and I were due, but what about you and Luna? When did that happen?"

Harry grinned, "Pen-pals! All summer long! It was really great and I learned a lot about her. Mind you we're not as close as you two seem, already into holding hands are you?"

"I suspect it's more than that." Said Ginny with a sly smile. Ron and Hermione both threw her looks, so she quickly busied herself with the day's issue of the Daily Prophet.

"More than just holding hands eh?" mumbled Harry as he looked from Ginny to Ron, back to Ginny and then to Hermione. Harry thought he understood and raised his eyebrows in questioning form.

Hermione shook her head, but Ron slowly nodded. Hermione seeing Ron nod punched him in the shoulder, which made him scream "Ouch Hermione! That really hurt!"

Harry just laughed. It was really good to see that his two best friends hadn't really changed all that much.

When they had gotten settled into their dormitories, Hermione met Ron and Harry in the common room. Both the boys were playing a game of wizard chess and as always, Ron was winning.

Hermione sat herself down and waited for the game to end before she spoke. When Ron had won he leaned over and kissed Hermione on the cheek and she whispered in his ear, "Can I talk to you?"

Ron pulled away and said, "Yeah. Sure, what's up?"

Hermione looked from Ron to Harry and then back to Ron, "I mean, can I talk to you alone?"

Ron looked at Hermione and then turned to Harry. "You don't mind do you? It will only be a second, I'll be right back." Harry nodded and Ron got up and followed Hermione off into a vacant corner.

"What's up?" asked Ron.

Hermione felt foolish, "Well I … first of all it is kind of weird isn't it? Asking Harry to leave the conversation, eh?"

Ron shrugged. "Meh, not much he can do, and I mean I'd do the same for him and Luna."

Hermione nodded, "Well … what I really came to talk about was … well this will be our first night alone, without, you know, making love. I dunno. I probably sound stupid but I was just feeling …"

"Sad?" finished Ron. Hermione nodded. "Me too. I was thinking about on the train ride here. Stinks doesn't it, that we can't spend any real time alone. Well I mean there is a way, but I don't know if you're interested."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "The Room of Requirement." Said Ron in a sexy, playful voice. "Imagine what that room would look like if you and I wanted to enter for a night of pure sexual bliss."

Hermione's face flushed with the thought. "But what if someone else entered the room?"

"We could lock it couldn't we?" stated Ron plainly, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Yes, but how would we get to the room that late at night?"

"Hermione, you're head girl. I'm head boy. I don't see a problem, do you?"

Hermione shot a look at Ron. She wanted to say that there was a problem, they shouldn't be abusing their authority to run around the school, finding a place to make love in.

But when she smelt the scent of his body and the way she fit perfectly into his arms, she didn't care if she got kicked out of Hogwarts. She just wanted him tonight.