Hermione looked up from her work in surprise. She hadn't realized Ron had been standing there, and what did he just say? It couldn't be…
"What?" asked Hermione, softly and cautiously.
Ron looked taken aback. "oh, um… yeah, right…um, didn't you hear me?"
Hermione grinned. "I hope so, because if I didn't, then I'm just going to embarrass myself. If not, oh well, because I've waited a long time for this moment."
Ron's eyes grew wide in anticipation, nervousness and hope. Hermione walked over to him, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly on the lips!
Ron blushed, but thought, this feels right. So he kissed her back.
A blushing Hermione soon pulled back. "So, um, Ron. I guess you know by now, but… I love you."
"I know. I really fancy you too, Hermione."
"Thank God that's over with!" sighed Hermione. "I was starting to worry how I was going to tell you if you didn't say it first."
Ron laughed, and nodded. "This is weird."
"Yeah, now that I've admitted it, I feel so much better."
Ron took her hand. "Me too. Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
"Of course! Let's go to Hogsmeade together. The next trip is when, next weekend?"
Ron started to say yes, but, then thought, Oh No! "What about Harry? Won't that be weird?"
Hermione looked thoughtful. "Well, I don't know. He's our best friend, but now that me and you are… I mean, we can't be his only friends, can we?"
When Ron told Harry about him and Hermione, Harry seemed happy.
"Way to go, mate! I knew she fancied you!" But there was something else.
"Yeah." Said Ron. "We're going to Hogsmeade for our first date. It should be fun."
Harry tried to grin, but it's hard to be happy when everyone is pairing off but you.
"Harry?" said Ron.
"Oh, yeah, It should. Great." Said harry. "We could meet up after you two do whatever at the Three Broomsticks."
"Sure!" said ron. "Well, quidditch practice tomorrow, better get some rest. G'nite Harry."
"Nite." Harry would have liked to sleep, but he couldn't think of anything but Hermione and Ron. Things will be so different, he thought. It'll be me and them, instead of us. I need to talk to Rachel. Harry thought about his good friend, Rachel. Hermione had told Rachel about harry the year before, and she had written him a letter. When Rachel came to Hogwarts, she and Harry were fast friends. Even though they were in different houses- Rachel was in Ravenclaw- they were still good friends.
As he thought of her, Harry gradually fell asleep, upon the wake of tomorrow.