It was the morning, and Ron woke up. He walked down to the kitchen, and no one was there. Then he saw a note on the table, and it read:

Went to run errands.
Everyone else wanted to come.
Will be back around five.
Love you,
Mum

Ron didn't get why everyone would want to go to run errands. But oh well, he had the whole house to himself. Then he turned around, and there was Hermione standing on the last step of the stairs. She looked different, her hair was beautiful, and straight, her face looked different somehow, and she was wearing clothes that Ron would never even think that Hermione had even seen before.

"Hermione! What are you doing here?" "You seem surprised Ronald. Why wouldn't I stay here? It would be just us two, alone." "Why are you acting so weird Hermione?" "This is the real Hermione, Ron. Not the one that sticks her nose in a dirty old book. The one that's wild and crazy!" She looked at Ron, with a very satisfied look on her face.

Ron was getting confused, "What do you mean? Why did you stay behind?" "I already told you, because you were, and just think of what we could do when we're alone." She said clamly. Ron was starting to get more and more confused, there's no way this was the real Hermione. There's no way that she could hid this for almost eight years, no way! "Hermione, are you mental? We're only 17!" "I don't care, all I care about is us!"

She was being serious; there was no way you could act something like this. She started making her finger pull him towards her. Then she ran up the stairs, and Ron followed, there was no way he couldn't. She ran into his room, and he followed. She was on his bed, staring at him. He went to his bed, and they starting snogging. They went at it for about half an hour. Then something else happened, something else took place. Something that was to great to explain, something that Ron never knew could be so great.

Ron woke up what seemed like hours later. He didn't have any memory of what happened. Then he looked to his right, and saw Hermione, and remembered everything. He fell off the bed, with a blanket still wrapped around him, and made a huge klunk on the ground. He was still looking at the form of Hermione on his bed, not believeing what had happened. "Bloody hell..." he said in his mind, "Did we... we... just... did I just... with Hermione?" Then the door open, oh man, he was caught. Then he heard Harry's voice saying, "Oh shit." He felt him walking towards him, "Ron, what the bloody hell is going on here?" Ron was shaking, "We... we... I can't believe it... we..." And Harry stopped him, and said, "I know what it's like to be in love, it just happens. I know what it's like."

Ron sat there thinking about what Harry said, and thought of something. "Harry..." Ron started to get mad... "Harry!" "What Ron?" "The only one you've loved is Ginny... Ginny..." Harry started to look scared. "You said that you know what it feels like..." Harry started to stand up, Ron got up too, and said, "You did this with Ginny? My baby sister?" "Oh shit!" Harry said, running as fast as he could, Ron chasing him. "Harry don't you run from me!"

Then Ron woke up, breathing heavily, and sweating like mad. "It was just a dream, it was just a dream." He thought breathing fast, "It was just a dream." He looked at his clock; it was two o'clock in the morning. He got up from bed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen, and there was Harry sitting at the table.

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