Both Ron and Harry stay in the common room for a good fifteen minutes contemplating their prospective problems.

Ron just couldn't figure out why girls had to be so complicated. Boys were easy; if you had a problem you would either ignore them or punch them. But neither worked with girls, you ignore them and they get pissed, you punch them and you get killed.

Harry on the other hand was thinking about Hermione. She didn't fluster easily when talking about anything not even male-female relationships. So why had she gotten all hot and bothered about Ron asking her about kissing. She hadn't been nervous to talk about Harry's kiss with Cho, although that didn't directly relate to Hermione. That has to be it, thought Harry, she can talk about other people's encounter with the opposite sex but when it came to her own life she was a closed book.

Ron sighed in frustration because unlike Harry he hadn't figured out anything for himself, "I'm going upstairs." And he walked toward the steps muttering under his breath about stupid giggles and how he would find a way to remove that function from existence.

Harry decided to go look for Hermione. She might need to talk, right? And wasn't that what best friends are for?

He knew of two places he would most likely find Hermione. The first one was obvious, the library. When Hermione didn't want to think about something she would bury herself in books. Harry searched the library thoroughly leaving no shelf un-inspected but there was no Hermione to be found.

Harry knew she was in her secret place, which wasn't really a secret but only Harry knew she went there if she didn't want to be found although that kind of defeats the purpose of it doesn't it? She would have to be in the Room of Requirements. It was more of a comfort spot for her. She would make it as homey as possible with a gigantic bookcase and a large squashy bed and people who really needed to see her could get into her place.

Harry walked as quickly as he could to the corridor where the Room of Requirements was located. He walked past the wall three times thinking as intensely as he could, I need to see Hermione, please, Let me in the room to see Hermione. And after the third passing the door appeared.

He knocked softly on the door but when he received no reply, Harry cracked the door open, "Hermione," he called, "I know you're in here."

"Come in, Harry."

Harry stepped into the room and he was greeted by the sight of Hermione curled up on the bed with Hogwarts: A History, her comfort book. She had removed her socks and shoes, leaving her legs mostly bare. Her skin looked smooth and soft, Harry thought. She had taken off her robes, vest, and tie, leaving her in just a white blouse, which was un-tucked and unbuttoned at the top, and her gray skirt. Hermione was the picture of innocence and Harry couldn't believe he had just checked out his best friend. But Harry shook the thoughts from his head immediately he hadn't come here to stare at her.

"Hermione, are you okay? You took off from the common room rather quickly."

Hermione looked up from her book, "Oh, I'm fine." she had a slight tremor in her voice. Harry knew she wasn't being completely honest. He took a few more steps toward the bed.

"Are you sure? Because you know you can talk to me…"

"Harry, I promise I'm fine," She said trying to sound stern but failing.

Harry sighed, he would have to coax it out of her, "Well you left the Common Room pretty quickly…"

She didn't answer and wouldn't look up. Harry sat on the bed next to her and she brought her knees up to her chest.

"I thought maybe Ron's questions had upset you."

Blush tinged her cheeks. Harry was getting closer to breaking her down.

"Come on, Hermione, whatever it is you can tell me."

"It's nothing, it's stupid," She made to get off the bed but Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"It's not stupid if it's bothering you, Hermione. Hey, look at me," He cupped her cheek and turn her head towards him but she wouldn't look at his eyes. He knew it was because she couldn't lie while looking directly at him, "Hermione, please…"

Her honey eyes locked on his, he saw her uncertainty and nervousness. Harry smiled soothingly, "Now tell me what happened to make you so antsy."

"I couldn't answer Ron's questions," She said finally.

"Well that's not so bad, I mean Lavender does defy logic sometimes and you can't know everything, Hermione."

"No that's not it, I couldn't answer his questions because…" She hesitated and pulled away from him. She got off the bed and started pacing.

"Because…," Harry prompted her.

"Because I don't know the answers."

"I know that what I just—"

"No, Harry," She cut him off, "I mean I really don't know the answers."

Harry stood up and approached where she was pacing. Before she could make another round he grabbed her by the shoulders and held he steady. Hermione looked up at him trying to tell him what she meant without having to say the words but it wasn't working.

"I don't understand, Mione. What are—"

"I've never kissed a guy, okay!"

Harry stared at her silently confounded, he could only thing of one thing to say, "Oh…"