A/N: Don't own the characters, blah blah blah. Still no reviews, maybe because nothing too exciting has happened yet. Hopefully this will make the story a bit more interesting; also just a bit of kissing here.

Interestingly enough, however, Harry did not talk to Ron and Hermione about his plans. He just didn't feel ready. He went to bed right after dinner and fell asleep on the cot in Ron's room within a matter of minutes, Ron snoring close by. In the middle of the night, Harry heard something. He chanced a look out the widow; it was still dark. He heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the slow creaking of the door opening. Whoever it was shut it quickly. They tip-toed over towards Harry, past him, and sat on Ron's bed. Harry could hear the springs in the matress descending.

"Ron?" said a girls voice. Harry recognized it as Hermiones.

Ron grunted and rolled over as Harry stole a peek from his winced eyes. Ron sat up and rubbed his eyes groggily and stared at Hermione.

"What are you doing here?" he asked stupidly.

"I wanted to talk to you.. are you sure Harry is asleep?" she asked cautiously. Harry quickly shut his eyes and gave a convincing snore.

"Er.. sure.. why?" Ron asked, still confused.

"Ron, I want to know how you feel about me. How you really feel. I just didn't want to ask you when everyone was awake and around us. I just wanted some privacy, but if you mind, I'll leave", she said. Ron looked like he had no intentions of kicking her out.

"Why do you want to know? Why now?" he asked.

"Since we ever met I know I might act a lot like your mother; always nagging you and such, but it's not to be rude. It's because I care about you. And last year when you were always snogging Lavander I just wanted to scream. I really do like you Ron, I just never knew how to put it because you and I are like best friends. We are best friends. I just don't want you to react badly, or reject me..." she said in a small voice.

"Hermione.. I do like you... how do you think I felt when you went to the ball with Krum? You just know how I am.. I'm not good with girls. That's Harry.."

"Well, that's debatable.. but why can't we be together?" Hermione said. Harry screwed up his face. Debatable?

"I never really knew if you wanted to be. I didn't catch on till a few months ago.. but with everything that happened at school I doubted you wanted someone like me around.. someone to yell at", Ron said depressingly.

"Ron, I do want to be with you"..

Ron yawned and then said,"Well then, let's be together".

Hermione beamed and laid down on the bed next to Ron. Ron however, looked uncertain.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Don't worry, I'll leave before anyone else wakes up. Just lay down", he heard her say.

Already, Harry could tell this was something he did not want to witness. He heard Ron lay back down next to Hermione and the next thing he knew, he heard kissing. Lots of it. And apparently they were enjoying it by the sounds they were making. Harry was trying to drown out the sounds and go back to sleep before anything else happened, but found it hard. He imagined what it would be like if Ginny had come into the room to lay down with him and kiss and Ron was awake, listening. He immediately decided not to say anything to Ron about this. He started counting sheep to distract himself and fell back asleep.

In the morning, Harry woke up before Ron or Hermione did. Hermione was wearing an over-sized white t-shirt and laying on her side, and Ron was behind her with his hand over her waist, protecting her hands. Harry had to admit, they did look like a great couple. He quickly got dressed but before he had even put his shirt over his head, the door opened. In came Mrs. Weasley with a pile of clean laundry.

"Oh, hello, Harry dear.. I was just bringing up some things of Ron's.. is he...awake..yet?" Mrs. Weasley began, but then took notice of the pair lying in the bed and made the conclusion that Ron was most definately not awake. He will be soon, thought Harry. Mrs. Weasley's face turned pale and she dropped the basket of laundry. Harry sensed a round of shouting about to begin but he headed her off. These were his best friends, after all.

"Er..Mrs. Weasley.. it's not what you think.. Last night she came in here, she said she couldn't sleep well... I offered her my bed but she said she didn't want to have to make me move.. so er.. she crawled in with Ron.. but nothing happened", he said awkwardly. It sounded extremely stupid, but it was the best he could come up with for now.

Mrs. Weasley still had a look of deepest disgust on her face. She marched over to Ron and Hermione and snatched the covers off of them, revealing their spooning position. Mrs. Weasley's face contorted with rage. She threw a hateful glance at Harry and he backed up. He didn't know how bad this could turn out. Ron awoke from the absence of blankets, saw his mother and jumped up extremely fast. He looked quite embarassed and his ears turned flaming red.

"What in Godric Gryffindor's name is going on here!" Mrs. Weasley whispered through gritted teeth.

Ron said nothing. Behind Mrs. Weasley's back, Harry shook his head back and forth, trying to tell him non-verbally that the truth wasn't necessary..yet.

"Er...well, you see.." he began.

"Yes, I see! And I want to hear an explanation!" she said hotly. Hermione roused and woke with a start. She stared from Mrs. Weasley, her hands on her hips, to Ron, blinking stupidly with his mouth open, and to Harry, with his shirt half on. Hermione, however, was much quicker at thinking up stories than Ron would have been. She immediately added on to the same story that Harry had told her.

"Oh, Mrs. Weasley, I know this looks bad, but really, it's not... last night that dreadful ghoul of yours kept me up, clanging on the pipes and such, and I just couldn't possibly go to sleep. I came in here because it was closest to where I was, I didn't want to wake up the whole house, you know.. Harry heard me come in and I would have asked him to move, but I just couldn't do that. So I crawled in Ron's bed. But nothing happened!" she added very quickly at the end.

Mrs. Weasley looked like she was torn between yelling at the pair of them or crying herself to tears. She mustered all the self-control she possibly could, and said in what she thought was a calm voice, though it was trembling with fury,"This won't be happening again. From now on if you can't sleep then you are to go sleep in Ginny's room. Ron, your clean clothes are there on the floor."

She left without another word.