Thought I would post the next chapter enjoy!!



Chapter 2


Suddenly, I heard a meow. We broke apart and saw Mrs. Norris staring us down from the end of the passage. I knew Filch wouldn’t be far behind, but before I could react, Ron grabbed my hand and pulled me around the corner. We ran through the halls, laughing and feeling completely in love.

We reached the Gryffindor common room and collapsed on the couch in exhaustion from both running and laughing in turn. I turned and stole a glance at him. Ron’s brow was covered in sweat and he blew at a piece of hair that had fallen into his eyes; his beautiful eyes. His chest rose and fell, attempting to catch his breath. He caught me looking and our eyes locked. He put his arm around my shoulders and drew me closer to him.

“You know,” I said craning my neck to see his face, “We wouldn’t need to keep sneaking around the castle in the middle of the night if we just told people about us.” I reached for his free hand and stroked the back of it with my thumb.

“But that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun,” he grinned and leaned to kiss me, but I evaded it and pulled my hand away to sit up.

“Ron, I’m serious. Why can’t we tell anyone we’re, you know, a couple now?” I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. He took my hand into his and pressed his lips to my palm.

“We’ve been over this. It would ruin our friendship. Yours, mine, and Harry’s. We’ve been this solid group for so long and introducing this relationship between us could make him feel-”

“Alone?” I finished.

“Yes, alone”

“But he wouldn’t feel alone.” I exclaimed, but not loud enough to wake the people sleeping in the dormitories. “He’d be fine with it, happy even. I mean he’s pining for Ginny so he’ll have-”

“He’s what?” Ron called out. My hand flew to my mouth. I had promised Harry I wouldn’t say anything to Ron, for exactly this reason. He knew he would react badly to the idea of his best friend dating his little sister. “Harry’s going after Ginny? What does he think he’s doing? Why the hell would he think that it’s okay to date my sister?!?!” Ron had sprung up from the couch in frustration and anger. He began to pace back and forth in front of the fire as he ran his fingers through his hair, distressing it more than before. He was swearing under his breath as he tried to control his emotions and I kept glancing at the stairway to make sure his voice hadn’t woken anyone.

“Ron, look I’m sorry I shouldn’t have told you. Harry was going to tell you himself and explain…” I searched for the right words to calm him, but I wasn’t succeeding. He looked as if he was going to punch something. I was unsure of what to do, so I sprang up from the couch and kissed him full on the mouth. His anger immediately melted away and he kissed me back with the same intensity.

Then there was the sound of creaking floor boards as someone came down the stairs. We broke apart and tried to look innocent. Harry came into the common room, his hair more untidy than usual with sleep in his eyes.

“What’s going on down here?” he asked yawning in the process. “I thought I heard a noise down here. What are you two still doing up?” I nervously looked to Ron for a reasonable explanation for us to be up this late and not in bed. I evaded Harry’s eyes.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep so I came down here and Hermione had fallen asleep on the couch.” Ron said matter-of-factly. “I- uh- went to wake her and she jumped and dropped her book on my foot, and you know how big her books are so I-”

“Yeah I get it.” Harry said, seeming irritated for being disturbed. “Can you two just go to bed or keep it down, will you?” Harry turned and went back up the stairs. When we heard the boy’s dormitory door close, we both exhaled loudly.

“Well that was close,” Ron sighed. “Good thing I came up with that excuse, huh?” He looked at me, seeming proud of his lie and looking for my approval.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning slightly. I was glad he had covered up our real agenda, but just wished we didn’t have to keep sneaking around. I wanted to be able to hold his hand on the way to class, or sit on his lap in the evenings by the fire when we were all just hanging out. I knew that he did too, but he didn’t see how we could without breaking up the “great trio”.

“Well I think I’ll take Harry’s advice and go to bed,” he said. “You should too” He added, touching his finger to my nose. I backed away from his touch and retreated to the stairs. He reached for my hand, but I didn’t turn around. “Hermione, what is it?”

“Yeah it was great you came up with an excuse for being up this late, but it would be so much easier if you had just told him.” I pulled my hand from his grasp and began climbing the stairs. “Good Night Ron.”

“Good Night Hermione,” he said a little hurt. I continued up the stairs and with each step, I felt worse about making him feel that all of this was his fault. It wasn’t just his fault. I had hidden our relationship too. I turned around and ran back down the stairs and gave Ron a short, sweet kiss.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I grinned sheepishly at him, forgetting my frustration. “Forgive me?” I questioned. He didn’t answer me with words; he didn’t have to. He kissed me slow and tenderly. I attempted to pull him closer and his hands roamed my back and through my hair. We broke apart and I turned to go upstairs. “Good Night Ron.”

“Night Hermione.”