Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story idea. The characters and the setting and everything basically belong to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: This is a story of if something happened differently, hm, intriguing? Also, I just wanted to say to all of you that have reviewed on my other stories, it means the world to me and thank you so much for it! To those who read but didn't review, it stillmeans the world to me and thank you so much for reading my stories! Enjoy this one!

Ron and Hermione were standing there saying nothing. If Ron was honest with himself, it was starting to become uncomfortable.

"It magnificent isn't it?" Hermione broke the silence. Ron mentally sighed, just those four words lifted what felt like 2 tons of tension from his body.

"Uh, yeah. It is." Ron replied, and with his peripheral vision, saw Hermione smile slightly and look at the ground. As if she was relieved too.

They stood there for a little longer, the tension returning slowly. Ron hated that tension. So right as he opened his mouth to speak, Hermione beat him to the punch.

"Do you want to move a bit closer?" She offered. Ron froze.

'What?' He thought. 'Oh Merlin, she knows doesn't she? Harry is such a liar! He promised he wouldn't tell her!' He took a quick deep breath. 'Play it cool Ron.' He thought finally before acting.

He stepped closer to Hermione than he intended. They both blushed profusely.

"Why did you want me to move closer?" He asked her after a few long seconds of silence.

"I uh- I actually was asking if you wanted to move closer to the shrieking shack." Hermione said, her blush deepening.

"oh… OH… Oh Merlin I'm a git." He mumbled starting to step away from her. But something stopped him. He turned his neck to see Hermione had grabbed his wrist. He stared at their hands for a second, before looking up into her eyes. She smiled shyly. He smiled back just before they both turned back to look at the shack.

They stood there, rather close to the other one. Hermione had let go of Ron's wrist by this point but they were finally comfortable in their silence. Yet neither knew why it was suddenly so mellow between them.

Hermione leaned down slightly and rubbed her calf. Ron looked at her curiously, before it clicked. He looked at his muggle watch that Hermione had given him for Christmas last year. They had been standing there for an hour and a half just staring at the shack, her legs were getting sore from standing.

Ron took it upon himself to help her, he turned around to where a large rock was.

"Wingardium Leviosa" He said pointing his freshly drawn wand at the rock, swishing it and flicking it, just as she had taught him.

Just as expected, the rock started to float, Ron was shocked he got it his first try though. He pointed his wand slowly more toward the two of them. The rock hovered over, just behind them. Somehow, Hermione had noticed none of this happening.

Ron sat down on the rock, gently pulling Hermione down onto it too by her wrist. Once she realized what Ron had done, she smiled at him, and without hesitation, leaned her head onto his shoulder.

Ron's ears started to blend into his hair as his freckled seemed to melt into his skin due to the flush covering his skin. But he ignored it as best he could, swallowing his fears, he reached around Hermione's waist, pulling her closer. She snuggled her head closer into the crick of his neck.

Ron took this as a sign, reaching up to stroke her hair. He had always wanted to touch her hair.

"So soft…" Ron breathed. But then stopped breathing whenever he realized he had said it out loud.

She looked up at him. And Ron had never been so scared in his life, but for only one reason. He couldn't read her facial expression.

"I'm so sorry 'Mione! That was really creepy I know. I didn't mean to-" Ron rambled but cut himself off by something extremely shocking. Hermione started smiling.

"It's okay Ron, it was actually really sweet."

He smiled an unsure lopsided grin at her. After a while Ron noticed that they were still staring at each other. Not only that, but their faces have grown significantly closer since they first looked at each other.

'Are we about to kiss?' Ron thought with absolute bliss. Just before a nasally, annoying voice cut in.

"Would you look at that Goyle? The weasel and the mudblood are going to kiss. How sweet."

Ron and Hermione whirled around to see the face of Draco Malfoy. Ron was instantly filled with rage. First of all, how could he just cut into a moment like that? Second of all, HOW could be say something so awful about Hermione like that?

Ron removed his arm from around her waist and out of her hair. Standing up and marching toward Malfoy with his wand drawn. That was, until Hermione grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He softened at her touch.

"He's not worth it Ron…" Hermione said with a sad smile. 'She's so brave, I wish I was like that…' He thought just before Draco walked up and jabbed a finger to Ron's chest.

"Listen to your girlfriend weasel." He said with an evil smirk. Ron wished at that moment that he could shove his wand down Malfoy's throat, but fortunately for Draco, Hermione had grabbed the hand that was gripping his wand. But as soon as Ron was about to punch Draco with his free hand, he was shoved down by literally nothing.

A/N: Sorry that this was a cliff hanger… kind of. But I'm releasing both chapters at the same time so it really isn't a big deal. But don't worry! More fluff (and maybe even a kiss c; ) will be in the next chapter! I just didn't want a really long story. (only 2 chapters). Hope you liked chapter 1!