Okay, i am so so sorry you guys for not getting this up sooner! i can't believe its been months since i last put a chapter up for this story! that is very depressing. the reason that i haven't had this chapter up for a while is because i am just starting grade 1o, and i have had homework every night since weds. so don't be mad if i can't get chapters up as quick as i used to! puleeese?

This chapter is defineitly not my best. but i hope that you guys enjoy it. if you want to give suggestions, by all means, go ahead.

Chapter 5: Labious Dulzes (Sweet Lips)

(HPOV)

Mom and Dad are going to be taking Spencer, me, Harry and the Weasley's to the ice-cream shoppe near the train station. Because my parents' van doesn't have enough room for everyone, Mr. Weasley and my parent agreed that Spencer and I would go with my parents, while the Weasley's would bring Harry with them.

I brought my trunk to the back of the van. I grabbed the handle and pulled; nothing happened. "God dammit." I muttered. Shaking my head, I yelled, "Mum?"

"Yeah?"

"Pop the trunk."

"You mean I didn't do it already?"

No, I just don't have enough strength to lift a locked car door. "That's what's apparently happening." CATHUNK "Thanks Mum."

"No problem." I could hear her go back to talking with Dad and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I think that my parents were telling the Weasley's how to get to the ice-cream shop.

Unlocking the door, I started to heave my trunk into the trunk. "GRAH!" I grunted as I pushed the stupid thing. Panting, I closed the door and leaned against it. Next thing I knew, Spencer's arms and body were pressing me slightly harder into the van.

"Hey cutie," Spencer grinned, leaning into me.

I blushed slightly at the name, 'cutie'. "Hey." I replied shyly. I could feel his warm breath on my face, and neck. I pressed myself into Spencer. It was like some really powerful energy, or electricity was flowing through us, yet making us pull closer together.

"So I have a question."

"Yeah? What is it?"

(SPOV)

"When you introduced me to er…"

"George." Hermione supplied. "Once you get to know them, you can tell who's who."

"Right. When you introduced me to him, you introduced me as your boyfriend. "I cocked my head. "Why?"

"Err, well, see you know in that letter you sent me; the one were you were complaining about how much homework you were getting?"

"Yeah, but…" It doesn't make sense why that has anything to do with why she called me her boyfriend.

Hermione looked up at me with her big brown eyes, pleading. "Try to remember what you wrote."

I stared into her brown eyes, thinking. Oh man, I remember. I told her that I loved her. My mouth went dry, so dry that I croaked, in shock. "You, Hermione…do…"

Her eyes sparkled in anticipation, or was it excitement? "I love you Spencer."

Without thinking, I dropped my head down so my lips could brush hers. I could feel Hermione pressing into me, wanting more. Grudgingly I didn't feel it was appropriate for us to have a passionate kiss in the parking lot. "Hermione, maybe…" Before I could finish, my teenage brain decided to hell with it.

Instead of breaking the kiss off, I crushed her lips more forcefully with mine, while pressing her into the van. Fireworks were going off in my brain, while my mouth was tasting cherry.

As we pulled away to take in some air, I realized suddenly that I had gone hard, during our make-out session. Hermione must have noticed too. "Like something, Spencer?" Hermione asked me slyly. Again her eyes were sparkling.

"No," I told her, still leaning into her. Again I brushed my lips against her's. "I don't like it."

Hermione looked shocked, and surprised. "Oh?"

"Yeah," I told her. "I love it!" Hermione tried to throw her head back as she laughed, but I put my hand behind her head quickly so she wouldn't smack her head on the van. Pressing my lips against Hermione's, I murmured, "So when are you free?"

Before she could reply, we were interrupted.

"You've got to be blood fucking kidding me!" Came the angry out-burst from the red faced, redhead. "Making-out behind your parents bloody van, Hermione."

"Ron what I do is my business; not yours." Hermione told him angrily, from behind me.

"Oh, yeah?" Ron asked her furiously, smacking his right fist into his left palm. "Are you going to stop me?" He asked, sneering, as he stopped two metres from us. Still sneering, he turned to me and asked, "Or are you going to be stopping me?"

A moment of tense, angry silence was broken abruptly when another voice, that I wasn't familiar with, boldly said, "I'll stop you, Ron Weasley."

Cliff-hanger!!!!

the person who guesses who is talking will win a free Happy Face. you guys are going to have a toughie time with this!