Sandwiches
Ron and Hermione wake up and then SOMETHING happens. Then Hermione and Ginny have a girl talk.

Ron started to stir awake. When he opened his eyes, the room looked much different than when he had fallen asleep. It was dark outside. And Hermione was lying next to him. He sat up quickly, but the sheets got caught underneat Hermione, who was lying on top of them. He stared at his friend with wide eyes, then quickly looked around the room. It was empty. He poked Hermione. "Hey," he said. "Are you awake?"

Hermione's eyes fluttered open. She looked at Ron for a moment, a content smile coming to her face, then her eyes widened. "What am I doing here?" she asked.

"I don't know, it's my room!" Ron exclaimed.

Hermione glanced around. "I just fell asleep while I was reading," she said. She glanced at her watch. "It's nearly eight o'clock. We've missed dinner."

"We fell asleep at two-thirty," Ron said. "We've been asleep for five and a half hours."

"You fell asleep at two-thirty," Hermione corrected him. "I read for at least an hour."

"Oh, well, excuse me," Ron said, rolling his eyes. "You've still been asleep for four and a half hours."

"Yeah," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I guess I was really tired..."

"Haven't you heard of sleep during the night?" Ron teased. He wondered if it should feel weird that he was lying next to his best (girl) friend in his bed. Because it didn't, really.

"Of course I have," Hermione said, smiling at him. Her hair had frizzed a little bit at the end and her eyes were smudged with sleep. "I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night..."

"I wonder if my roommates have come in and out," Ron wondered out loud.

"I really should be going," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Ron said.

"Maybe I'll get you some food," Hermione said. She continued to lie in Ron's bed.

After a moment of silence, Ron said, "I hope you don't get sick."

Hermione looked at him. "I'm not going to get sick," She said. "I casted an Anti-Germs spell on myself before I came here."

"Well, aren't you clever," Ron replied. "You should have done that to me before I got sick."

"I can't see the future, Ron," Hermione said.

"Oh, yeah, you didn't take Divination," Ron said. "Or at least you didn't take it the entire year."

"Of course I didn't," Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's all rubbish, if you ask me. Magic is about facts. Cold, hard, solid facts, and that's not what Divination is."

"Right," Ron said vaguely. He was really starting to wonder if his mates had come in. What if they had taken pictures? And they were posting them around the school at this very moment? He looked over at Hermione, who was praising Arithmancy, her favorite subject. Well, she would put a stop to that quickly, surely.

She looked over at him and stopped talking, a blush creeping unto her face. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," Ron said, also blushing.

"I really ought to be going," Hermione said. "Two prefects-we've been missing half the day..." She still made no move.

There was a moment of silence as the two of them looked at each other. Ron licked his lips. The movement made Hermione's brown eyes flicker down to his lips, then she blushed and looked away from him. Ron didn't bother looking away from her. He found that he rather liked watching Hermione and he had liked it ever since she had looked to pretty at the Yule Ball. She was like a puzzle and he was always trying to find her out and put all of the pieces together, but it seemed like there were so many pieces and Ron had parts of her figured out...and other parts were comletely blurred. Usually, when you do a puzzle, you do the sides first. Ron had done that, he knew Hermione on the outside, but then you started to get to the middle of her, the actual picture, and that was always a little harder.

"Ron," Hermione said, looking at Ron. "Stop staring at me."

"If you want me to stop staring at you, then you can leave," Ron said. His face started to heat up and Ron thoguht for a millesecond that Hermione would leave.

But then a smile broke out unto her face. "You're so silly," she said.

Ron shook his head a little bit. "Me? Silly?" He repeated. "Of course not."

"Ron?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah?" Ron said. His voice sounded very far away from his body. Hermione was higher than he was, because she had propped herself up on her elbow. She was looking at him with a strange look on her face and she was-coming closer...

"Hermione?" Ron asked, his voice sounding, still, very far away and strange.

Their faces were so close their noses were touching. Hermione closed her eyes and then their lips were touching.

Ron let his eyes close and he moved his head up, kissing her back. Their lips seemed to fit together just right. Hermione pulled away and it took Ron a moment to open his eyes. When he did, Hermione was still very close. "I..." Ron trailed off.

"Ron, you don't always have to be talking," Hermione told him.

Ron cleared his throat, blushing. "Right," he said. He raised his head to meet hers and kissed her again. His eyelids fluttered shut and Hermione touched the side of his face. She slightly opened her mouth and Ron slid his tongue against hers, not wanting to go too fast and then being slobbery...

"Bloody hell!"

Hermione pulled away from Ron very quickly and jumped off the bed, almost tripping over the chair. "Harry!" she exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at their black-haired friend. She glanced at Ron, her face bright pink. Ron sat up and looked at Harry.

Harry stood in the doorway, looking just as shocked. Hermione opened and closed her mouth a good amount of times, then gathered up her basket and book, then left without another word.

"What..." Harry trailed off, staring at Ron.

Ron's face was on fire. He glanced around, then a small grin came unto Harry's face. "Oh, gods," he said. "Oh, gods, what the hell just happened, Harry?"

"You tell me," Harry said, shaking his head. He still looked completely shocked, but his voice seemed a little lighter. "I walked in earlier after practice and saw the two of you asleep, so then I just left."

"Well-well...we kissed. Twice," Ron said. "It was short, since you walked in." His mind became overrun with thoughts as he swallowed. "And-she-we-lunch-dinner-potion..." Ron plopped down unto his bed, a dreamy smile on his face.

Hermione ran all the way down the steps and across the common room, up the girl's stairs to the fifth year dormitories. Ginny was sitting by the window, doing her toenails. "Ginny!" she exclaimed, dropping her basket and book by Ginny's bed. "Ginny, I have no idea what just happened! Oh, my god-oh, my god, I have no idea-what if he thinks I want to go out with him now? What if I do want to go out with him now? Oh, I knew I always fancied him, I just didn't imagine-"

"Are you talking about Ron?" Ginny asked keenly, closing her beauty charm book. Her hair was wet and down over her shoulders and she was wearing a purple robe. It looked like she had just gotten finished with a bath. "Where have you been all day?"

"In Ron's dormitory," Hermione said sheepishly. She sat down on Ginny's bed. "I only went in there to give him some lunch, while you guys were at Quidditch practice. But then I fell asleep while I was reading in there."

"You voluntarily went into Ron's dormitory?" Ginny asked, her eyebrows raising to the hevaens. She walked over to Hermione, putting her hands on her hips. "Are you feeling all right?"

"No, I think I might be sick," Hermione said in a dramatic voice. "I was lying next to you brother for five and a half hours."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Lying next to him?" she asked. "You were in his bed?"

"Shh!" Hermione said frantically, glancing around. She ran to the door and shut it. "Lavender and Parvati might here, and then I'll never the end of ut!"

"You were lying to my brother in his bed for five and a half hours?" Ginny said, her voice raising an octave. "Hermione, what's wrong with you? When I said yesterday you could be the school slut, I was joking!"

"I know you were!" Hermione said. "Just calm down, you're not helping the situation at all!"

Ginny nodded a few times. "Right, okay," she said. "Sorry." She put her hands on Hermione's shoulders. "Hermione, breathe. Count to ten while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths."

The two girls stood there for a moment, breathing in and out for ten second. "All right," Hermione said. "Ginny, I kissed Ron."

The last ten seconds went to complete waste.

"You what?" Ginny yelled.

"I kissed Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth. "Oh, my god-oh, my god, what am I going to do?" She started wvaing her hands around, then wringing them as she paced. "Ginny, he wasn't supposed to know I fancied him! I was going to give up on him, remember?"

"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, remembering the ten seconds. "Hermione. I can't help you unless you tell me everything that happened."

"Okay," Hermione said. "I went up to his dorm around two-fifteen...I brought him a sandwich and an orange and some cookies. We talked for about twenty minutes, but then he decided he was tired." She paused, taking in a deep breath. "So, he lied down, and then I asked if he would mind if I stayed. He said he wouldn't, so I lied down next to him. He fell asleep, so I read for about an hour, then fell asleep myself, because last night I got barely any sleep. When we woke up, we sort of talked. It wasn't really anything at all, we talked about how I wasn't going to get sick and he was staring at me-and then I kissed him. And then when I pulled away, he kissed me. And then Harry walked in. And then I ran all the way here."

Ginny closed her eyes and she looked like she was processing all of this information. She opened her eyes. "Did the two of you fight at all today?" she asked.

"No," Hermione shook her head.

"Was there tongue?" Ginny asked.

"A little."

"Did he look horrified after Harry walked in?"

"No, just shocked."

"Did he touch you while you were kissing."

After a pause, Hermione said, "No, but I touched the side of his face."

"Did he say your name before you kissed?"

"Yes."

"Then everything is going to be just fine."

Hermione stared at Ginny as thought she had just suggested a threesome with Filch and Dumbledore to solve her problems. "What?" she asked. "How do you know that?"

"Because, Hermione," Ginny said slowly and clearly. "You haven't fought all day, so there's nothing Ron can bring up to say that maybe you just kissed him for bickering earlier. There was a little tongue, so he was definitely into the kiss. He didn't look horrified when his best mate saw the kiss, and Harry's opinion means a lot to Ron. He didn't touch you, which means he figures you can't be angry for molesting you or something. And he said your name. That's always romantic."

Hermione sat down on Ginny's bed again. "Wait..." she trailed off. "You really think it's all going to be all right?"

"Trust me," Ginny said, sitting down next to her. "I know my brother like the back of my hand. He'll be shocked for a while, you guys will talk at breakfast and you'll come to some sort of conclusion-like, maybe you'll start going out or something."

"Don't jinx it," Hermione said quickly.

"Sorry," Ginny said.

The two girls sat in silence for a moment.

"What if I ruined everything?" Hermione said. "I was just...caught up in the moment..."

"Don't be ridiculous," Ginny replied. "You brought it all out into the air and it's been acknowleged and there's been a...a connection." She took Hermione's hand. "Do you want me to do your nails?"

I orginally intended it to be a two-part story, but they're so cute! Maybe I'll continue, maybe not...