The next couple of weeks were extremely awkward between Ron and Hermione, No matter what Hermione or Ron did they couldn't forget the passion behind that kiss. It was as if the passion had been bottled up for to long and was suddenly let loose. Yet it seemed every time they saw one another after that night they would blush a blush that would put any Weasley blush to shame and their minds would drift back to that night.

Neither one realized the effect that, that kiss had on the other. Hermione thought she was letting her hormones lead her. Ron well Ron being a teenage boy thought it was his hormones as well, just like any other teenage boy. They seemed to dance tip toes around one another almost afraid of what the other might say if a row started. Yet they knew being friends for so long that a row was sure to come sooner or later but they both wished that it would be the later.

About two and a half months after the kiss later had finally arrived. A shrill voice rang through the Griffindor common room. "Ronald Weasley, how dare you?"

"What did I do Mione?"

"You know perfectly well what you did." Murmurs of 'what he did he do this time' or 'there at it again' could be heard through out the common room.

"You know perfectly well what you did Ronald."

"Well Hermione obviously I don't since I am asking you what I did. If you just tell me what I am suppost to have done." Ron was totally bewildered at this outburst he was sure he didn't do anything to set her off. All he had done was ask her what the difference was between a hinkipunk and a limp node.

"Oh you would like that wouldn't you? So you can take my feelings and stomp on them again. Well I'll tell you what Ronald Bilius Weasley to bloody bad."

Ron was shocked "Hermione you cursed."

"So what if I did. You are a prat." With that she turned and headed up the girls stair well leaving a bewildered looking Ron behind.

"What was that all about?" He was asking himself more then anyone else. Not really expecting an answer but speaking aloud anyways.

"Must be PMS mate."

Ron turned and saw Harry looking as bewildered as Ron. "What did I do Harry? Why did she just jump on me like that?"

"Well I have my suspicions but lets just leave it at PMS till you sort it out."

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"You'll find out Ron." With that Harry headed up to the dormitory. Ron thought that after talking to Harry he would feel better but in fact he was more confused then before. Slowly he moved to the fire. Why had Hermione flown off the handle? What did Harry mean by till you find out. Ron sat in his favorite chair by the fire and gazed at the flickering flames. There was something almost soothing about the way the flame jumped, the way the colors all blended into one another. Images and shadows were swirling amongst themselves. Then he saw the image of his deepest desire. Hermione's voice seemed to speak to his very heart. "Ron? Please hold me, I am sorry." The images flashed before him and the next thing that he knew Hermione and himself were embraced in the softest deepest snog either of them had ever had.

"Um Ron?" Voices all over the common room were calling to him. Then he heard her voice "Ron? What are you doing." Ron spun around to see Hermione's questioning eyes. It had felt and seemed so real but then why was she standing on the stairs to her dormitory looking at him.

"Hey mate what were you doing?"

"Yeah little bro snogging nothing." What were they all on about he wasn't about to snog nothing but air he was snogging Hermione. Instead of fighting with everyone he headed out of the portrait hole, he needed to clear his head. It had felt so real, how was it then he had been snogging nothing? A snog couldn't feel like that and only be a dream.

Ron roamed the empty corridors of the castle, thinking and wondering what it was with girls especially Hermione. Then Hermione turned around the corner. "Ron? Can I talk to you?" Before he had a chance to answer she grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him into an empty class room. "Ron why have you been avoiding me?" Ron was flabbergasted, was she serious?

"Well I guess I could ask you the same thing."

"Ron just answer the question."

"Well because well umm."

"Yeah I Know. Ron will you do one thing for me?"

"Sure anything."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Ron kiss me." Ron was astonished, Hermione was blushing furiously. "Ron you promised."

"I know its just are you sure?"

"Yes Ron now do it." As if in slow motion Ron lower his lips lowed their decent until they finally touched her's. It was as if their lips were on fire. Ron had wanted this for so long. He had wanted her to ask him to do this for so long. He allowed his lips to explore hers in a way that was totally knew to him. A way that was both exciting and horrific at the same time. Exciting because he had dreamed about this moment nearly every day since he had meet her, but horrific because he was suddenly hit by the desire not to mess this up for either of them.

There lips finally parted and each gasped for breath but smiling as they did so. Hermione was about to speak but for once Ron wasn't going to let her he plunged his lips back into contact with his own. Hermione let out a soft groan. It excited Ron in a way that he had never felt before his whole body was reacting. Slowly Hermione opened her mouth and let Ron investigate. Ron didn't need any further instructions but dove ahead. His tongue instantly felt the wetness of her own. Both battling for dominance, and yet neither really caring what the out come would be.

"Hum Hum"

Ron pressed on and he was pressing harder against Hermione who moaned again as the excitement of the moment was working its magic. Both Ron and Hermione were becoming very frantic in their kisses as if attempting to make up for lost time.

"Hum Hum" This time the voice was heard. Hermione and Ron instantly broke apart looking disheveled and blushing as they turned to a very pleased looking Harry Potter. "Well Ron I see that you understood the meaning of my words. I 'm sorry to interrupt but we are suppose to be in the great hall in ten minutes." With that he turned and left leaving two friends who had no idea were they now stood.