A/N: Alright so here is chapter 2. This is what happens when Ron and Hermione go up to their dormitories. Once again, my beta is myself and my sister. So, I am sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes.

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P.S. Thanks for all the hits and here is chapter 2!

Dorm Room Discussions:

Hermione's POV

I practically ran up the all-too-familiar steps with a huge smile on my face; which is surprising. When I normally run up these steps, it is because I am furious with Ron and want to cry my heart on my bed. But not this time! No, today I am simply overjoyed and want to rush to my room to make myself presentable to him for breakfast.

As I reached my landing I realized that I was breathing too heavily and the smile on my face was too large to be normal. I knew I had to calm myself down before I entered the dorm. So I took three deep breaths before I turned the silver doorknob.

I was attacked immediately when I entered the room. Not with bodily harm, no, with questions.

Among them were: "Where were you last night?" "Why didn't you sleep up here?" "Is there a boy?" "Oh my god Hermione what did you do all night with him?" "Sweet Merlin! The rumors are true!"

I couldn't take it anymore. The questions kept building up, and would keep coming if I didn't do anything fast. So I did the first thing that came to my mind: I silenced them with a nonverbal spell.

At first Lavender and Parvati didn't even realize that they couldn't talk anymore. If I thought this was funny, it was downright hilarious when the gossiping girls discovered that they could not, in fact, talk.

They started flapping their arms around and silently scream at the top of their lungs; they really weren't the brightest girls. I let out a small giggle at their misfortune, and I let them know that I had silenced them because they were starting to give me a headache with all of the questions they were shooting at me.

They nodded their heads in understanding, but the looks in their eyes clearly stated that they wanted answers and would not let me leave until they got them. I sighed; I wasn't really good with the whole sharing my feelings thing. Normally, I would just bottle it up inside and wait until Ginny and Harry stopped snogging long enough to talk with her. If that was a long wait, then I would just snap and end up having a fighting match with Ron across the Common Room.

But I decided that I at least owed it to them to give them an explanation; I was about to burst from excitement anyways. However, Ron and Lavender's split had been pretty recent, and it was obvious that it was still a delicate topic with her. So I decided to at least leave Ron's name out, for now. I lifted my spell, but gave them a look that they should keep their mouths shut if they wanted any answers. They just nodded.

"First off," I assured, "none of the rumors are true!" Lavender and Parvati just gave each other knowing looks; I just rolled my eyes in exasperation. I wasn't about to fight with them about that. I just needed to make sure I denied that first, so they wouldn't go around spreading rumors the second they left the room. "But, yes, there was a boy!" They just squealed in delight and pulled me forth to lie on a bed: the gossiping position. We lie on our stomachs as our feet dangled in the air. My one hand held my face up, as the other started playing with the bed sheets.

"All right, go on! Tell us more!" Parvati squealed out with a dreamy look in her eyes, she always loved the fairy tale type romantic stuff. Lavender's eyes, however, narrowed at the confirmation that it was a boy that kept me from the room all night. She was suspicious of me and Ron from the moment we walked down the steps together from the boy's dormitory. She continues to blame me for her break up with Ronald, and has this crazy idea that we are secretly dating. Oh how I wish that were true!

It took a while for me to gain her trust back. But after several long-hour conversations of critiquing Ron, which I did pretty well I thought, I gained enough of her trust back for her to talk to me normally again, even if it was just a little sentence here or there. I believe I persuaded her that Ron and I are not dating. However, I am not sure if she is convinced of the fact that I no longer fancy Ron.

"Okay, so last night we stayed up late. Late enough that the two of us were the last two in the common room…"

Ron's POV

Normally at this time in the morning, six A.M., I would be happily dreaming, as would my roommates. But, nope, not today; today, my friends woke me up from the best night of my life with Hermione.

What I don't understand was why my roommates were up at that time. So as I climbed the stairs to my dorm, I decided that I had questions for them. Sure looking back on this moment, I would have even called myself an idiot for not thinking that they would have questions for me. Especially, a lot of questions that had to be answered before I could even think of asking them my own questions. But being me, I tend to think of myself before others. But I will happily admit that I am working on being better, I promise!

Anyway, usually men, like ourselves, don't share our feelings with another; and that's still true in this case. We don't really talk about our feelings about the girls we like, we discuss if they like us or not, and what we can do to get their attention. Usually we talk about these things on Friday nights where can stay up as late as we want talking. But, we can also arrive as late as we want.

But I guess last night's events made the discussion this morning. Or, at least, that part where we talk about my feelings, I mean, problems. So tonight we will be talking about Dean's breakup with Ginny, but how Parvati has suddenly caught his eye. We will discuss Seamus' latest fling, and how he should just go steady with a "normal" girl, like Lavender. Discussing Harry is a touchy subject, because Dean is still healing. So when Dean goes to the bathroom at 11:56 as per usual, we quickly converse about Harry's relationship with my sister, Ginny. Neville is difficult; he has absolutely no self-confidence, and constantly harps on that he is supposedly "not good enough for anyone."

I remember talking with Hermione about the differences in muggle schooling and ours, besides the magic that is. We talk about all sorts of things on our prefect patrols; sometimes it seems as if we are different people. Sorry, strayed from the subject there. So, one time she mentioned that typical muggle high schools had people called, guidance counselors, I think. Hogwarts needs one for people like Neville; but all he has is us, so that will have to do. Hopefully getting him out there and talking to girls will help him. That is why we are trying to get him to ask Hannah Abott out. We got him to admit that he had a crush on her two weeks ago; definitely a break through! The surprising thing is, we all thought he would go for Luna. However, he claims that they are just friends; kind of like how Harry and Hermione are.

I give myself a mental shaking, I shouldn't be thinking about tonight, I should be worrying about what's behind the wooden door I am about to enter. I am guessing that I probably looked like a complete idiot just standing outside the door while I was thinking, doing absolutely nothing. However, I stayed out there for a second longer to get my thoughts together. As I stood there, I could hear the muffled tones of my roommates; probably discussing what they were going to ask me.

I take one last deep breath, and remind myself that I can't avoid them forever, and need to get ready for the upcoming school day. I open the door with fingers crossed behind my back, secretly hoping that the fellows will, for once, not take the mickey out of me.

I walk right in, and Seamus closes the door behind me, locks and silences it; standard procedure for Friday nights. The other boys are sitting in a circle with an opening for Seamus and myself; a formation that we adopted in first year. It was always the same order: Harry, Me, Dean, Seamus, and Neville. Occasionally it would be switched up if there were any fights between anyone, like in fourth year between myself and Harry.

I sigh and take my place, sitting Indian style for my legs are so long. Typically, we would as one, take off our shoes and set them behind us. However, since none of us had our shoes on, we moved on to the next step. This includes taking something out of our pockets, and setting it in the middle of the circle. We don't really know why we do this, but we guess it kind of makes us feel connected in a brotherly sort of way. Seamus takes out a sickle, Dean a drawing pencil, Neville some plant seeds that I can't distinguish, Harry a note from Ginny, and myself, my prefect badge that I had placed there after quidditch practice.

Once those matters were out of the way, we held up our right hand and stated that whatever we said was to not leave this circle no matter what. We swore on the items that we placed in the middle, which let off a puff of blue smoke. At this point, Seamus would usually go under his bed and pull out a stash of butterbeers, and if we were lucky, some Firewhiskey. Harry and I were in charge of the snacks which included candies and cakes from the house elves in the kitchen. But since we were doing part of this sometime after six in the morning, the stashes would have to be saved for later tonight.

Once we settled down into our circle, Neville, the designated time-checker, looked at the clock and stated that we only had ten minutes to talk before we had to change into our uniforms. We wouldn't have the time to shower. Dean pushed the usual formalities out the window and straight out asked what had happened last night.

I laced by hands together, and recited my anecdote with my eyes looking at my sock-covered feet the entire time. All of the boys were quiet until I finished my story. Usually, if we had a story, we would each make a comment or whatever about it in turns, starting from the right of the person. Neville checked the time and declared that we had five minutes to get our comments in.

Dean started and said that girls are completely mental, and are bloody difficult to figure out. All the boys just nodded their heads in agreement. Seamus said that it was something that Hermione didn't start a fight, and, therefore, must not hate him for not waking her up. He continued by saying that in the normal world, you have to tell a girl that you like her before you sleep with her. Neville took the path of doubt and wondered if Hermione was only okay with it because they were best friends. Harry rounded up everything and stated that it was a good sign that she didn't hit me and that I should ask her to Hogsmeade this weekend on a date.

I sighed and couldn't help but to have the nagging feeling that there isn't any proof of the fact that Hermione likes me. On the other hand, the fact that she didn't mind us sleeping together on the same couch was always a positive. I told the guys that I would think about while we were getting ready for breakfast.

A/N: So I really like the idea of the boys being closer to each other than the girls are; they seem to form a sort of brotherhood! There shall be more chapters coming, but I don't know when with school going on. But, it would make so happy if you could please REVIEW! I need all the feedback I can get! Oh and if you want more on Hermione's POV, just let me know in a review, I won't write it if you don't ask.

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