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Gryffindor Common Room
Ron's point of view
"Can you believe that Snape?" I complained loudly to Harry. Then I brought my voice a bit lower. "I mean, the nerve of him!" I spat. "To even say that about Hermione and me!"
Harry looked away for a minute.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, Mate," Harry started. "Though you know I'd be the last to agree with Snape, you two do seem to have a thing going."
I blushed deep red. "Mate," I replied, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh come on," Ginny said, stepping into our conversation. "We all know it."
"Yeah," Harry joined in. "You fancy her, she fancies you."
"You fancy each other," Ginny added, for emphasis, I guess.
I looked at Hermione. There she was, across the room, studying as usual. She was so beautiful...
"I mean, come on, Ron," Ginny said. "Even I can see the way you're looking at her." She paused. "And I'm your sister."
"Yeah, well, I..." I finally realized there was no way out of this one. Besides, I was sick of denying it. "Okay, so maybe I do fancy her a little," I admitted. "What of it?"
"Tell her!" they said together.
"Ssshh! She'll hear you!" I whispered severely.
"Tell who what?" Hermione asked, coming up.
"I... nothing," I stammered. "That is, uh..." I looked to Ginny for help.
"So, Harry," Ginny said, "Care to join me for a walk?"
Harry nodded. "Later you two," he said, and they both quickly climbed out of the portrait hole.
Then it was me, and it was Hermione. Alone. Blimey.
Hermione
"What's going on, Ron?" I asked, a bit suspicious.
He shrugged. "Dunno," he said, "They're just being odd, I guess."
There was an odd, awkward silence. He looked at me. I looked at him. When our eyes connected, there was this jolt of electricity that was hard to explain... even to myself. I continued looking at him, even as I noticed my breath coming a bit shorter. I couldn't help but notice his was, too.
"Ron, I..."
"'Mione, I..."
"You go first," I said, noticing how wonderful he smelled. I loved that cologne... It was hard to keep my eyes open just so I wouldn't focus entirely on his scent.
"Well, I..." he started. "No, you go first."
Here was my chance. My one chance to tell Ronald Weasley exactly how I felt about him. The one time, ever, maybe, where I could be true and tell him everything I felt about everything between us. From the first moment I saw him, to the troll incident in first year, to seeing him at the Yule Ball, to... well, to now. This moment. Right now. I opened my mouth.
"Hey, guys," Neville said, oblivious to the tension that had mounted.
I released the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. "Hey, Neville," I replied politely.
"Hey," Ron muttered.
Neville then engaged us in one of the longest, most awkward conversations I had had in quite a while. Something about his toad, and his newfound love for plants, and... well, I really hadn't paid much attention to the whole thing, to be honest. When he finally left, it was time for dinner.
Ron
That blasted Neville. He ruined my chance. Bloody ruined the whole thing. I sulked as Hermione said something.
"What was that?" I asked, not able to hide my bad mood.
"I said," she repeated with extra enthusiasm, "Would you like to go to dinner now?"
"Oh," I said dumbly. "Right then." There was a brief pause. "Let's go."
Hermione
It was my chance, and I had blown it. Well, Neville had anyway. I really couldn't blame him, I suppose. As I followed Ron out of the portrait hole, my heart sank. Now I'd never get the chance.
We slowly descended the stairs, neither of us saying a word. I wondered what he was thinking. He walked in front of me, and I wasn't completely sure what to say. I mean, there had been so much tension there...
"Ron."
The word was out of my mouth before I knew I had even thought it. He turned quickly in response.
I swallowed hard. "Ron, I..."
"Hermione..." he started.
There was hardly a gap between us at all now. I could smell him stronger than ever. He smelled so very incredible.
I leaned forward before I thought about what I was doing. So did he. I looked in his eyes, and they were full of... something. It was affectionate and something else, but as I considered what else that was, I found that my eyes were closed and his lips were on mine. I returned the kiss immediately, loving the feel of him pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he cupped my face tenderly in his hand. I melted immediately.
Ron
Finally, here she was and here I was, and we were kissing. Wow, we were kissing. Her lips were so very, very soft and she let out a small noise from the back of her throat and I could have sworn I never wanted it to end. Her face was soft and smooth under my hand, and she was so warm.
Eventually we broke apart, and I pulled her into a tight hug.
"I like you so much, 'Mione," I murmured, before I knew I was even talking.
She pulled away a little and looked at me like she didn't quite believe me.
Finally, she said, "I like you too, Ron."
All I could do was smile.
Hermione
He likes me, he likes me, he likes me! It was all I could do not to jump up and down in excitement. I looked up into his eyes as he smiled at me.
"Hermione," he said softly, "I have to ask you something."
"What's that, Ron?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" He looked completely uncertain as he asked the question, as if he were sure I'd say no.
"Yes," I said simply. He beamed. "I'd love to."
And so I was.
Ron
And so she was.
Hermione/Ron
We never did make it to dinner that night.
A/N: So, guys, I think that's it. Let me know what you think!
