"Hermione?" Ron said, nudging the wild-haired girl sitting next to him. Without looking up from Precious Potions and how to Perfect Them, Hermione muttered. "What, Ronald?"

"Have you ever kissed somebody?"

Hermione was surprised, to say the least. All she could manage was "Wh…Why do you ask?"

It was Ron's turn to stutter. "Well…er… Y'know how Lavender and I are kinda dating?"

"Oh, is that what you call it? I thought it was just Lavender sucking your face every possible moment of every dingle day," Hermione snapped, pretending to read her book.

"Right… er… problem is, I'm not really sure how to… snog," the ginger muttered.

"So?"

"Well, I was wonderin', since you and I are such great friends and all, if you wouldn't mind-"

"Being a practice dummy?"

"Yeah- I mean, er, no- just to help me, er, learn," he fumbled as she shot him a glare. "Please, 'mione? I'll do whatever you want. I'll do your homework."

"No thank you," Hermione scoffed. "I'd rather keep my good marks."

"Please, Hermione," Ron begged. "I'll look like a git if I don't kiss her back. Please?"

Hermione thought for a moment. This was kind of like her dreams except Ron wasn't nak-

"Fine. Only to make you stop begging. You look pathetic."

"Thanks so much, Hermione! When do you wanna start?" Ron asked. Hermione's face flushed. She glanced around the room.

"No one's here. Now?" She whispered unwillingly.

"Er, ok," Ron said, rubbing the back of his neck. He leaned towards her, lips pursed, eyes squeezed tight. Hermione couldn't help but laugh.

"You look ridiculous!"

"How do I do it then?" He asked angrily.

"You should lean towards me - her - slowly, look at her lips, keep them a but open, then…"

"Then?"

"Well, I'm not one hundred percent sure about what you do next," she admitted quietly. Ron laughed. "Be quiet!" Hermione commanded, slapping his arm. "It's more than you know. Can we just get this over with?"

"Ok, ok. Jeesh."

Ron leaned towards Hermione, hesitating slightly. His lips were so close to hers. They could feel each others breath.

"Are you going to kiss me or what?" Hermione breathed with longing. His lips met hers suddenly, almost painfully, as he shoved them onto hers. Hermione slowly began moving her lips and he followed suit. It felt like the right thing to do. Hermione closed her eyes so Ron closed his. Actually, this wasn't too bad.

Hermione's hand found it's way to the back of Ron's head, her fingers tangling themselves in his orange hair. Ron's hand met her thigh. Hermione gently pulled him towards her until she was laying down on the Gryffindor couch and he hovered over her. Hermione flicked her tongue and Ron's eyes flew open. Hermione really had never done this before?

Their tongues fought with each other, Ron's body getting closer and closer to Hermione's until he was practically laying on top of her. Suddenly, He sat up.

"Wow," he gasped, smiling. "That was… great, 'mione."

Hermione blushed. Ron got off of her and started up the stairs. "See ya tomorrow!"

You've just been used, thought Hermione on the verge of tears. I know. But it was so…amazing.