Disclaimer: chapter 1

"Wow! This is seriously loud!" Ron shouted over the pounding music. He looked around. He was sort of embarrassed for the people here. They were dancing sort of…provocatively. It looked odd. But interesting.

"Yeah! Let's go dance!" Hermione said grabbing Ron's hand and leading him to the center of the dance floor. She turned to face Ron and smiled. She grabbed his hands and put them on her hips. She took a step closer and started swaying her body.

"Um, Hermione?" Ron asked not looking anywhere but the ceiling. He was too afraid to look….anywhere else.

"Yes, Ronald," Hermione said smiling at his reaction.

"How-no…when-no…where did you learn to dance…like this?" he asked looking her in the eyes.

"Ron, there's this thing called a television. Lots of information on it," Hermione laughed at Ron's puzzled look. She stated, "How about you don't worry where I learned it? And I just teach you?"

"Oh, that works." Ron said smiling. He felt his ears burning, a sure sign he was blushing but he didn't even care. This was as close as he'd ever been to Hermione. Well, excluding today by the pond. But this was different. This was….better in a way. Hermione wasn't trying to be hot, she just was. She was glowing. Ron could tell just by looking at her, she loved to dance. He pulled her closer. He wanted to feel her against him. Not in a pervy way, but her body had such rhythm, he wanted to be a part of it. Hermione brought her arms up and put them around Ron's neck. She stood on her tippy-toes and kissed him. Not just a peck, either. Kissed him fiercely. She didn't care who saw or what anyone thought. She just wanted Ron.

"Harry, look at them," Ginny said laughing and pointing to her brother and Hermione. She looked at her boyfriend and laughed, "It's about time."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," Harry said looking at her. He leaned in to kiss her but Ginny pushed him away.

"Harry, you know we can't do that. At least not here, in front of Ron," she said looking at him.

"Looks like he's a little busy to me," Harry said looking at Ron.

Ginny laughed, "Yeah, but he's got Ginny vision. If I'm doing something he wouldn't approve of, he knows. Oh, look, he's coming over here, he must've heard what you were saying…."

"Hey, uh, Hermione's not feeling well, so we're just going to go on home. You two have fun," Ron said before grabbing Hermione's hand and running out of the party.

"…or not." Ginny said laughing.

Back at the Burrow, Ron and Hermione snuck in the back door. They heard the rest of the family in the kitchen so they crept up the stairs and stood at the first landing.

"So…" Ron said blushing slightly.

"Yeah…Okay…Let's go to your room," Hermione suggested.

"Great idea, love," Ron said smiling. He grabbed her hand and pulled her all the way up the rest of the stairs. When they got to his door he grabbed her and slung her over his shoulder.

"RONALD!" Hermione shout-whispered, trying not to be too loud.

"What?" he asked innocently. He carried her into his room, being careful not to trip on all the clothes on the floor. He laid her down on his bed and stood in front of her.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Hermione asked. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him down on top of her and kissed him. She flipped him over so she was straddling him. She stopped and smiled at him. She sat up and took her sweater off.

"Oh, my…" Ron said. Hermione was beautiful, he'd always known but he'd dreamt of this day for years, "I love you so much."

Hermione beamed, "I love you, too."

Ron grabbed her waist and pushed her down on the bed. He smirked and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it somewhere down into the pile of clothes. He stopped and looked into Hermione's eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"We don't have to rush this. We have forever, you know," Ron told her.

"I know. Let's just…see where this goes. Okay?" she told him. She grabbed his face and kissed him. Her hands wandered down his sculptured chest and to the top of his pants. She started to unbuckle his belt when there was a commotion in the stairwell.

"WHO WOULD LEAVE A BROOM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STAIRCASE?!" Mrs. Weasley demanded.

"Oh hell!" Ron yelled as he got off Hermione and handed her her shirt. He found his and put it on as Hermione fluffed the bed and grabbed a book.

"So, which one is the BEST player on the team?" Hermione said looking at the cover of the book, "The Chudley Cannons: Streak of Orange Brilliance." She looked at Ron and mouthed 'GO WITH IT.'

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione. You can't classify these things in 'BEST' and 'WORST'." Ron explained as his mother open the door.

"Yes, but if you HAD to-. Oh, hello, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said looking up.

"Oh, you're home? I didn't hear you come in," Mrs. Weasley said, looking confused.

"We came in the back door," Ron explained.

"Oh, well, I was coming to straighten up, but, uh, this will take a little while…I'll deal with it in the morning," Mrs. Weasley said looking around at the mess on the floor, "Goodnight. Oh, don't stay up too late."

"Goodnight, Mom," Ron said. As Mrs. Weasley closed the door, Hermione and Ron both let out a huge breath.

"That was too close," Hermione said.

"Yeah," Ron agreed, "Maybe next time, we'll stick to your room."

"Uh, yeah," Hermione said getting up.

"Whoa, where are you going?" Ron asked confused.

"To bed."

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Well, because your mother almost caught us…well, I don't know what she almost caught us doing but it was something. And that's kinda….a turnoff," Hermione said laughing, "Goodnight. I love you."

"Okay, love you too…" Ron told her, slightly confused. He leaned back against his headboard and thought to himself, 'Great timing, Mom. Just…great.'

A/N: So I know this was kinda boring but I just had to write something.