A/N: A day late, a bit short, but it's here! So enjoy, and I need to go change the song on my iTunes because my mom's in the room and it's bit inappropriate…

Oh yeah, and just so you know, this is what happened, from Ron's POV, it's not exactly what he's telling Harry and everyone. He's summarizing it for them.

Chapter 4 (Flashback)

It was April 21, 1997. I remember the most random things. Anyway, at about seven o clock in the evening, Harry got the brilliant idea to go down to Hagrid's for that bloody spider's funeral. Of course, he had to leave me alone with an irate Lavender, and a slightly stunned Hermione (sound familiar to anyone?). See, we were coming out of the dorm, Me, Harry, and Hermione, but of course, Harry just HAD to put on his invisibility cloak BEFORE we got to the stairwell (which is tiny, but, thank Merlin, blocked from the common room), where Lavender was waiting for me.

As soon as she saw us, she started freaking out. I mean, really flipping out. We're talking on the freaking ceiling here.

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING UP THERE WITH HER?" she shrieked. I started mumbling something incoherent, while Hermione began rambling about needing to borrow my Potions book or some other such nonsense. Well, it wasn't like we could just come out with the truth, 'Oh, hey, Lav, Harry's just taken some lucky potion so he can go get a memory from Professor Slughorn which is necessary to have in order to defeat Lord I-Have-No-Need-Of-A-Nose-and-Am-Convinced-That-I-Am-Indeed-A-Snake.' That would totally go down well.

Anyway, Lavender was shrieking, Hermione was babbling, and I'd just shut up. The two of them together though – they were almost as loud as the twins. They gave me more of a headache, anyway.

Then I had a sudden wonderful, glorious idea, but I wasn't sure how Hermione would react to it. I had to try it though, anything to shut Lavender up. So I took a deep, shaky breath and turned towards Hermione.

"Play along," I whispered, then I kissed her. Softly at first, because I was afraid she was going to pull away and slap me. But she didn't. Instead, she entwined her hands in my hair and kissed me back. She was soft at first, too. If I had to guess why, it was probably because she knew she didn't have as much kissing experience as me. Well, she'd kissed more people, but I'd been doing it a bit more frequently than her. So I suppose Hermione was scared too, in a way.

Anyway, after a few minutes of this fumbling chasteness, we both became more confident. So confident, in fact, that Hermione was suddenly opening her lips against mine, and I was slipping my tongue into her mouth and pulling her closer to me – flush against me, actually, and she gave this tiny, tiny, impossibly soft moan. I was thinking that it was possibly one of the sexiest things I'd ever heard, but I didn't really register why she'd done it until I realized that my hands were in places that a bloke's hands should most definitely not be on his best (girl) mate.

I was thinking that I should REALLY move them, but for some reason, I didn't. It was funny, but with Lavender, snogging had always been rather awkward. I'd had to think about exactly what I was doing – where to put my hands, what to do with my mouth – all that. I was so focused on that that I couldn't enjoy it. With Hermione though – it was easy, simple. She seemed to fit perfectly in my hands – seemed to wait patiently, excitedly, for whatever I was going to do next. That is, until she took matters into her own hands.

Suddenly, she was pulling those perfect, beautiful lips away from mine – and I was groaning at the loss of contact. Not for long, though – because she began to place featherlight kisses up my jawline. Then suddenly she was nipping at my earlobe gently, and causing a low growl to issue from the back of my throat. Yeah, that's right, Krum – bet she never did that to you. (Not that I'm competitive or anything)

It was about then that I realized that Lavender had long-since stopped her tirade and stormed out of the empty stairwell. But for some reason, I didn't stop Hermione.

On the contrary, I backed her up against a conveniently located stone wall and let my hands begin to roam again. But before I knew it, Hermione was breaking away (rather reluctantly, I noticed) and blushing rather brilliantly.

"She's – she's gone, Ron," she squeaked, looking anywhere but at me.

"Right." I hastily removed my hand from where it had been, right under the hemline of her skirt – then ran my fingers through my hair, in a desperate attempt to smooth it down.

"I – I don't think we should tell Harry what – I mean, about what just…happened," she said, trying to sound unembarrassed and businesslike, and failing miserably.

"Yeah," I managed, glad that one of us was still capably of speech. You wouldn't think that kissing Hermione Granger would turn me into a stuttering, blushing idiot, but it did.

"it wouldn't be good on him, she continued. "You know how he gets about things like this – he might think that we're dating…or – or something, and I don't think he' quite ready for that – not that we would, or he's expecting it or anything.

"We'd better not tell anyone," I said, regaining the power of speech somewhat. "It could get back around to him. Lavender won't tell anyone. She'd be too embarrassed that her boyfriend was caught kissing someone else." We both blushed at the word 'kissing.' Hermione nodded.

"Well, it's over now, at any rate," she said. "She can't very well go round calling you 'Won-Won' anymore, can she?" I laughed embarrassedly, and she gave a slight smile.

"No, she can't," I said. I wanted to kiss Hermione again, for some reason unbeknownst to me – I was a seventeen-year-old boy, after all – but I knew I couldn't. And anyway, I had a rather embarrassing problem occurring in my –ahem- nether regions, if you catch my drift. So I just said,

"I think I'll go to bed – y'know, I'm rather tired after all that – after Lavender um, yelling so much." She nodded.

"Yeah, I think I'll go upstairs, too. Goodnight."

"'Night." She turned back.

"Oh, and Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"You might want to have your ears checked out – I've noticed that they're rather sensitive."

I could feel said body parts heating up as she slipped out of the stairwell and into the common room, blushing furiously.

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