Hermione's POV
Hermione was lying on her bed re-reading her potions book from 7th year. She needed to do this to keep all that knowledge fresh in her mind. You never know when you might need to dish up a potion.
In the middle of her reading Hermione is interrupted by a terribly loud smashing noise and a musty cloud of gray smoke.
She couldn't see a thing! But before you could say pumpkin juice the smoke was gone and she saw him. Standing right in front of her was a thin red headed man wearing the sweater Hermione knitted for him. Ron. She couldn't believe her eyes! She didn't think he would ever wear the sweater! But before she could say anything the whole world turned black and she felt herself hit the floor.
Images of Ron flew through her mind: Him yelling in defense against the dark arts class when a spider landed on his desk, and she saw him in first year sitting with Harry on the train with the smudge on his nose, and she remembered how jealous he was when she came to the Yule Ball and saw her dancing with Victor Krum, and when she opened her first letter from him, (Krum) Ron just looked crushed.
Then Hermione his felt arms around her. She knew this wasn't a dream, this was REAL! She felt breath on her face and heard whispering in her ear "—Please Hermione! Please wake up! I'm sorry that I startled you." Her eyelids fluttered open and she saw his face inches from hers, but she couldn't. Not yet.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and snuggled her face into his chest. She wanted to stay like this for the rest of eternity! She felt warm comfortable and safe.
She looked into his eyes; there faces were so close, inches apart. And that's when he kissed her.