Sorry I've been ages before I've updated and it's another short chapter I'm sorry! But enjoy!

Chapter Three

Knowing that I was doing something to piss Ron off really inspired me to do it more. Not that I wouldn't do it more. Hermione's kisses made me shiver and I couldn't get enough of her. I don't know how Viktor Krum coped.

After all those years of favouritism through my family, I was repaying them all. Ron Shut Up You Little Bastard Weasley didn't know that while he was practising Quidditch with the others, I was getting off with his girlfriend. I loved every minute of it, but for two different reasons. The first one was that I was getting Ron back for many years of torture. The second was that I had never felt this way about any other girl in my whole life.

And it wasn't only when we were 'revising' were we meeting up in secret. Oh, no. Sometimes, if we crossed in a corridor between lessons, we'd go into an empty classroom and make out for a while. When we were late for our classes, we'd say that we'd left something behind. Once, we were kissing in a classroom and we heard a rude coughing sound. When we looked in the direction of the noise, we found Professor Flitwick looking annoyed. To keep him from spilling the secret, we had to bribe him. It took one large bar of Honeyduke's best chocolate to keep him happy.

But it wasn't all sunshine and daisies. Oh, no. Ron was so happy that he at last has a girlfriend he has to be all over Hermione. I could tell she hated it. When he had his arm round her shoulders, or was kissing her on the cheek or whispering in her ear, she was blushing and I was burning inside. I wanted nothing more than to be Ron at those moments. As much as Hermione and I did that in private, it hurt me to see her with my brother.

"Why do you let him do that to you?" It was three weeks after we shared our first kiss, and we had just shared another one. Hermione and I were in the common room, late at night. Everyone had gone to bed but Hermione was helping me study (wink-wink).

"What do you mean?"

"Letting Ron be all over you like that. How come you let him do it?"

"Because."

"Because what?" I stepped away from her. I couldn't believe it. Did Hermione prefer Ron to me?

"Because I have to. He thinks I like him."

"Why don't we tell him about us?"

"Do you really want another Percy-ish feud in your family?" Hermione gave me a look which said "uhh, IDIOT!" I answered truthfully.

"Well, I would break Ronniekins' heart which would be fun, and Mum wouldn't talk to me cause I would've been extremely mean to him. So, it's a good thing."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "And what about me? Your Mum would hate me for doing that to your brother, and my relationships with Ron and Harry would be ruined, and I'd get a bad reputation. That's why it's best to keep this secret."

"So you don't want people to know we're an item then?"

"Well, we're not exactly an item. Me and Ron are an item. You're just my... bit on the side."

"So I don't mean anything to you? Is that all you think of me? Your 'bit on the side'?"

"No, I don't mean that! I love you, Fred!"

"Prove it then."

Hermione ran forward towards me and before I knew it, we were kissing passionately. I mean extremely passionately. She was running her fingers through my hair and running her tongue along my lips. I felt her unbuttoning her blouse. Hermione fumbled on a button so I continued to take her blouse off for her, while she unbuttoned my shirt. After both our shirts were off, I kissed her neck and collarbone, which made her breathe faster. Before we knew it, we were both naked and I was loving it.