Alone on Christmas Night
Hermione Granger was sitting in the Gryffindor Common on Christmas Night. She was writing in to Viktor Krum;
Dear Viktor Krum,
I Enjoyed your Last Letter, and I liked how you one a quidditch match by 100 points, everything is fine in Hogwarts, I am Still thinking of your Bulgaria Offer.
Love, Your Friend,
Hermione Jane Granger
"Writing to Vicky Again?" said a familiar voice behind her. She turned around to see Ron Weasley with a smug look on his face, which she returned with an angry look on her face. "Yes, I was Writing to Viktor, and don't call him that!" she snapped.
"Well, so-ory!" Ron said sarcasticly, "I was just Wondering!"
Hermione just breathed out and sat down closing her letter, she felt her stomach squirm when Ron sat next to her.
"What do you want?" she asked turning to him with a smile.
"Can't a Bloke sit next to his friend?" Ron asked taking out his chess set. "Want to play?"
"What?"
"Do you want to play?" ron repeated
"Oh, um, sure" Hermione said blushing.
Ron and Hermione went through chess for a few minutes. "Winner again!" Ron exclaimed smiling ruthefully. 'Want to play again, so I can beat you the sixth time in a row?"
"Oh dont flatter yourself Ronald!" she snapped. "No I dont want to play again, I think I am getting tired."
"Ok then, if you're tired rest your head on my shoulder then!" ron blurted out. He couldn't believe what he was actually saying. But inside a Lion began to purr while Hermione came over and rested her head on shoulder.
While Hermione was Sleeping, Ron couldn't stop looking into her crystal brown eyes. He then brushed his lips on her forehead for a few seconds. It was as if Hermione felt him, because she returned the kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted up to a few minutes. Ron took his hand and brushed her arms, and Hermione reached her hands around his neck. Being alone on Christmas Night was the best night ever.