A/N: I Know, I know! I'm sorry! I promised this chapter around July 24 and it's August 3rd! I'm really sorry! But I hope you forgive me after you read this. Evil snicker and also see why it was the funnest chapter to write…Anyway, I've been really busy at theatre camp so that's why I haven't posted sooner. I've actually been writing this through the scenes I'm not in. So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. There. I said it. So you can't sue me.

Plan…What Letter Are We On Now?

Chapter Six

The Hookup

"D'you really think it worked?" I asked Harry later on that night. We were sitting in the library studying; Ron was searching the shelves a few rows away.

"Mione, No offence, but you really aren't as observant as you seem."

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Simply that Ron is the most obvious person ever. Even I can read him like a book, and you know how I suck on the whole 'feelings' thing."

"Well? If he's so 'obvious,' did it work or not?"

"Merlin, Hermione! It worked, duh. Don't be so-"

"So what exactly?"

"So…spastic."

"Spastic? I am not spastic! Harry James Potter! You take that back this instant!"

" My point exactly. You're also a bit bossy."

"Harry James!"

"Yes?"

"Arrg!" I slammed my book shut. "I'm leaving!"

"Alright."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

"Goodbye!"

"Goodnight Hermione."

"hmph!"

I stormed out of the library in a huff, leaving a slightly amused Harry, A puzzled Ron, and an angry Madam Pince in my wake.

Back In the common room I'd gotten through four chapters in my charms textbook when the fat lady swung open. I looked up to see who dared to invade my blissfully silent domain. It was Ron.

"Hullo," I yawned. "Where's Harry?"

"Still in the library."

"Oh." An awkward silence insured then,

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

""Uh.." He walked over to me.

"Yes, Ron?" I looked up and he was standing right in front of my chair, looking down. I snapped the book shut, slammed it on the table, and stood up so that we were nose to nose.

""WHAT?" he said nothing. Just as I was about to explode, I felt his arms slip around my waist.

"Ron, what on earth…" but even as I spoke, he was drawing me to him, closing the small space between us. And then I was looking into his sapphire eyes and there was something there that I'd never seen before, something burning and sparkling fiercely.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley! You tell me exactly what is going on this instant or-" I was cut off as his lips were suddenly pressed against mine. Thoughts of reprimand were driven out of my head as he kissed me. My hands flew up, unbidden, to rest on his broad shoulders. Ron kissed me as I'd never been kissed before. His lips did things that made shivers run up and down my spine. But then…

"Stop." I said quietly. We broke apart reluctantly. What about Hannah?"

"I don't care about Hannah." He murmured huskily. "I care about you, Hermione."

"But you can't do this to her. You have to at least break up with her before you go around snogging me!"

"I will Hermione. I promise. First thing tomorrow." He sat down heavily, taking my hands in his. "But right now, all I want is you. I love you. You're all I've ever wanted, from the first day I saw you."

"Oh, Ron…"

"shh. Don't talk just…just kiss me." And with that, he pulled me down onto his lap. This time I didn't resist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of passion in my body, running my fingers through his fiery curls and snuggling as close to his broad chest as the chair would allow. Somehow, he managed to pull me even closer, deepen the kiss more, and unleash the years of longing and passion and lust locked up within me. His big hands traced the words 'my love' into my lower back, then entwined themselves in my unruly brunette mane.

When we finally broke apart, we were both panting, our lips swollen and our clothes rumpled. I leaned up against his chest, snuggling into him. He wrapped those wonderfully muscular arms around me and kissed me softly on top of my head. We sat like that for a while; I'm not sure how long. It could've been minutes; it could've been hours. I finally got up and stretched reluctantly.

"I'm going up to bed. 'Night, Ron." He grinned that infamous, lazy, lopsided grin of his, then got up, gave me another quick kiss, and murmured,

""Night, Love." I flitted upstairs happily, expecting Parvati and Lavender to be asleep. When I pushed the door open, however, they were up, painting each other's toenails. The both looked up at the sound of the door.

"Well, look who's finally back." Grinned Parvati.

"With swollen lips, no less." Beamed Lavender "Well, spill girl!" I grinned, pulled out my nightgown, and

Began my tale.

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