Pre-Fic Note: This one was done for a challenge I started in sortinghat(underscore)huff on livejournal. I called it the "Pairings You Hate" challenge. So, First I wrote H/Hr. ThenI wrote a D/H drabble that is semi-related to this one (it's the next chapter.)

Also, this is Pre-HBP.

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Hermione Granger had never figured herself to be one for a whirl-wind romance, but that was exactly what she found herself in with one Harry Potter. When she sat down and thought about it, she found it more than a little hard to believe that a sensible girl such as herself to be sucked into a secret relationship with a boy who was supposed to be one of her best friends all because he was the best kisser she’d ever encountered. Gazing dreamily at the wall of the Common Room, she thought about just how wonderful his kisses were.

"Oi! Hermione!" Ron’s voice snapped her out of her daydream ponderings. She blushed guiltily at being caught.

"Sorry, Ron. I’ve just been a little…preoccupied lately."

"Right, sure. You think you could look over mine and Harry’s Potions essays?" He asked eagerly.

With a sigh and a quick, sly glance at Harry—who wore a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin—she replied, "Oh, all right. Hand them over."

Ron seemed entirely too cheered by the fact that she had caved so soon and she desperately hoped it wasn’t because he assumed she felt anything but friendship for him. A wave of shame washed over her; she and Harry had yet to tell Ron of their relationship. She resolved to speak with Harry about telling Ron later.

Hours later found Hermione stuck in a random broom cupboard with Harry, his mouth caressing a particularly sensitive spot.

"Harry…"

"Hm…?"

"Harry…Mmm…Harry…Stop." She pushed at his shoulders, pulling him off of her neck and effectively putting as much distance between them as the small space would allow (which wasn’t very much at all.)

"What Hermione?" He asked with an exasperated sigh. At his tone, she gave him what she hoped was a stern glare. "Really, Hermione, if you had wanted to talk, we could’ve stayed in the Common Room."

"Not about this." She said forcefully. "Stop being such a prat, Harry. Honestly."

Deflating slightly, he relented. "All right, what do you want to talk about?"

"When are we going to tell Ron about…us? I’m sick of lying to him about this. The longer we keep this up-"

"We’re not telling him. Not yet."

"’Not yet.’ Why not yet? Haven’t we kept this secret long enough? He deserves to know!" Hermione replied in a furious whisper.

"’Deserves to know?’ He deserves to know?"

"Yes, of course he deserves to know! He’s our best friend!"

"Oh, right. Because he’s our best friend, he deserves to know that his two best friends have been lying to him for going on seven months now and shagging like mad behind his back. Right, like that wouldn’t upset him."

"I know it would upset him, but-"

"He can’t know."

"What do you mean by that? Do you just plan to keep this-" here, she gestures between them, "a secret forever? Are you even serious about me? At all?"

"Hermione, of course I’m serious about you. I’m mad about you, luv, you know that." Harry said, softening his tone and pulling her towards him. His lips found that spot on her neck again and his hands wandered slightly to another spot and she found herself completely beyond speech and utterly unable to remember what they were arguing about.