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Chapter Three: A Midnight Rendezvous

She entered the kitchens, in search of her favorites. From the clean counters to the cupboards she looked, pondering a probable place for pumpkin pasties. The thought struck her…the pumpkin shaped jar. Smiling a little bit, she opened the jar, reached in, and saw pumpkin pasties galore. Giggling to herself, she grabbed the jar and headed to the purple fridge in search of pumpkin juice, which she duly found.

Having gathered all her beloved pumpkin-y favorites, she brought them to the purple barstool in the corner of the room next to a small counter. She set them down, then plopped herself down on the stool in the corner and dug in. Being she was so wrapped up in her favorite pumpkin treats, she didn't notice the portrait swing open once again.

Nor did she notice a tall, lanky redhead enter the room. He didn't notice her sitting in the corner as he headed for another type of dessert, his favorite chocolate éclairs. Without wasting another moment, he dove into a pastry, not even pausing to chew.

She had devoured one pumpkin pasty, and was reaching for her pumpkin juice when she noticed someone on the other side of the room. Thinking perhaps it was a professor she quietly drank her pumpkin juice until he turned around.

He headed for the purple fridge. He bent down and rummaged through it for a moment, then he emerged with a milk bottle in his hand, and began to chug

She was dazed for a minute or two. When her composure came back, she gasped, bewildered, "Ron?"

He spit out some milk and looked in shock to see her. He said, raising an eyebrow, "Hermione? What in the bloody hell are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you to," she sarcastically stated.

"Sorry, I just was surprised to see you here, that's all. You don't really strike me as the type to come into the kitchens, after curfew, and snack."

"Maybe I was hungry."

"Sorry, don't get your panties in a twist."

She glared at him as she finished of a pumpkin pasty.

"What did I do now?"

She continued glaring at him as she grabbed two more pumpkin pasties out of the pumpkin jar. She stood up, grabbed her pumpkin juice as well, and somberly said, "I'll just be going now. See you around."

With that remark, she headed to the portrait and stepped into the corridor. She managed to make it five steps before breaking down. She slid onto the floor, pumpkin pasties and juice lying forgotten next to her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cursed herself aloud, "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"Yes, I know I'm stupid, Hermione, but do you have to yell it so bloody loud?" interrupted Ron with small smile gracing his face.

She looked up, shocked, to see him standing there. "Why in the bloody hell did you follow me? I thought you obviously didn't want to be around me, probably ever again."

"Why would I not want to be around you?"

She pulled herself up, looked up into his eyes and said, "Why else would you have fled up to your dormitory tonight? Why else would you have asked me what the bloody hell I was doing in the kitchens? The only logical explanation is that you don't want to be around me. But then again, you've never followed logic, have you. That explains the abysmal grades and –"

"Hermione, hush up a minute. I was just surprised to see you in the kitchens, that's all."

"Sure you were. Still, why did you run away from me tonight?"

"Maybe I was scared."

"Scared of what, might I ask."

He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and gazed fiercely into hers, "I was scared of letting you know that I fancy you. I thought you would laugh in my face and it would never be the same again."

"You fancy me?"

"I knew you would react horribly, I just knew it –"

"I fancy you too, Ronald."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," she smiled.

"So, then, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Well, duh. Honestly, what else would I say?"

"Well, for example, 'No, I despise you Ron, why on earth would I want to be the girlfriend of such an idiotic bloke.'"

"You are an idiotic bloke, but nonetheless—"

"Students out of bed! Students out of bed! Professor! Filch!"

Hermione looked fearfully down the hall to see Peeves zooming towards them, Filch not too far behind.

"Don't just stand, there, RUN!" whispered Ron, as he grabbed her hand and raced down the hallway.

She panted to keep up with him.

"Stop," whispered Ron, "there's a broom cupboard around here somewhere. Ah, there it is."

He opened the door and pulled her in.

She asked in awe, "How did you know about this?"

He blushed and muttered, "Well, when Lavender and I were, well you know, she told me about it, and um…"

"Finally, Lavender was good for something."

They briefly laughed, and then stared into each other's eyes. Ron leaned down and kissed her. The kiss turned into a snog. And that snog lasted a considerably long time.


Fin


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