Chapter 7: Winter Blues Part 2.

(Hermione's Pov)

I froze in shock. Ron was kissing me…. ME!

"What do I do? Do I kiss him back?"

As I stood there frozen on the spot getting kissed by my best friend - contemplating whether to kiss him back, I didn't see the person watching us from the shadows by the kitchen door. Finally giving up and responding to Ron's persistent kisses, I let myself go. Kissing him with a passion that I didn't know I had in me. Suddenly feeling airborne, I broke of the kiss to see that Ron had lifted me up onto the kitchen counter. Quickly catching my lips once again, we continued where we had left off.

And yet, my mind was screaming at me.

"This is not right! He is not the one for you. Stop before you ruin your life and his!"

I pressed the little voice back into my mind. I knew I would regret my actions later on, but for now I didn't care. The man I liked was upstairs with his girlfriend doing Merlin knows what.

Too engrossed in my game of 'Tonsil Hockey' with Ron, I failed to notice the shadow by the door hang his head in defeat, and quietly slip back into the adjacent room. Breaking for air, I looked at Ron silently before timidly asking,

"What was that for Ron?"

Without a word Ron smiled and left the kitchen, leaving me totally confused as to what had just occurred. George then appeared beside me startling me from my thoughts; I looked up at the smiling prankster and flushed the famous Weasley hair colour.

"What?" I said "Get that smile of your face, George Weasley!"

"What smile? I'm not smiling." He said with a wink.

"Oh, sod off George!" I said jokingly heading out into the sitting room, but he grabbed my arm stopping me from leaving.

"'Mione, did you kiss Ron?" he asked me seriously. "Actually, Ron kissed me –"

"Are you serious! 'Mione, Fred came down to talk to you and he left in a hurry taking Angie with him."

"So, that's not my problem. If he wants to talk to me he could have come –"

"No, 'Mione you don't get it. He looked gutted when he came back out to us!"

"But…. I don't understand. He hasn't talked to me since the argument, he's with Angelina too."

"Yes, but maybe he wanted to sort things out." He said calmly with a pointed look.

"All right, I'll go find him and talk to him. Where did he go?"

"He headed up towards our room; he took Angie with him too."

Nodding my thanks to George, I left the room in search of my target. Ginny, noticing my pointed look towards her came with me as moral support in case another argument ensued. Plus, she was pure nosey and would have found out anyway.

"Where are we going?" she asked "No don't answer that, I know. Have you got a plan?"

"Yes, I think. I'm going to just come all out and apologise for my actions, but I want to make a quick pit stop and grab something from our room first."

"Go for it!" she said.

Walking up the stairs and towards our shared room, I went to grab the handle and pushed open the door and screamed.