A/N: Just a story that would not get out of my head. This happens in the trio's sixth year, after Ron's involvement with Lavender Brown. Warning: my only beta is myself, then my sister. So please excuse any and all grammatical errors; I am only human.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling; I am only playing in the magical world that she had created.

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Ron awoke to the sounds of muffled snickers of, what sounded like, four teenage boys. He could only guess that the annoying noises that he was hearing belonged to his four obnoxious roommates Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. But he also heard a fifth noise a click of what could have been a camera. But that didn't make any sense for there was no flash in his eyes

'Stop!' Ron told himself. 'Why do I care if my roommates are snickering? I mean, we're in our dorm room. And that couldn't possibly be a camera, none of my roommates own one. Jeez I am just being paranoid lately! But it doesn't feel like my dorm room. The sun is supposed to come from my right, not right in front of me. And I normally don't sleep on my side; I normally sleep on my back or on my front. Oh bloody hell! What are my arms around? No wonder the fellows are laughing, I'm hugging one of my pillows.' He sighed, 'I bet I said something embarrassing as well."

'But pillows are never this warm, or this long. They don't normally have feet entangled with mine, or arms around me either. Bloody hell there is never warm air being blown on my chest, or hair in my face. Oh sweet Merlin, who am I lying with?' Then it all came back to him.

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Ron and Hermione were up late last night working on their homework resting on a couch by the warm fire. She was yawning very frequently, and decided that she was going to head upstairs for the night; all while stretching. Ron was mesmerized by her curves as she interlocked her own fingers and reached towards the ceiling. An inch of her skin could be seen and Ron couldn't help but to stare as his ears turned the infamous red color.

All Ron could think about was convincing Hermione to stay down in the common room with him, even if it was just for a couple more minutes. So he said the first thing that came to his mind:

"Wait!" He called to her as she was gathering up her books, parchment, and quill. "I still need help with the conclusion of my essay!"

Hermione lifted her eyebrows with skepticism. "Oh really?" she asked as Ron nodded. "And what essay exactly is this?"

"Oh! Well, um… it's rather simple. It's that essay that we just got! Oh bugger where did it go?" Ron shuffled through all of his papers trying to come up with an essay that was close to being completed. The closest he got to, however, was a Defense Against the Dark Arts essay assigned by Snape three days previously, on Monday. It was, at least, started. However, he still needed a couple more body paragraphs before he could even think about starting the conclusion.

Regardless, he handed the incomplete essay to her along with his famous lop-sided grin. She rolled her eyes, but gave him a small smile as she took it. On the inside she held a smirk. She could tell that Ron was just trying to find a way to spend some more alone time with her. Hell, she knew that he liked her. But after the whole Lavender Brown fiasco, he had to make the first move. She already had when she asked him to Slughorn's party.

She shook the unwanted thoughts out of her head as she looked down at the paper. Amidst the scratchy hand-writing there was actually a decent essay; one with meaning and well thought-out facts. She was definitely impressed, and it showed.

"Well, Ronald, are you sure you need help with this essay? You seem to know more on the subject than I do!" Hermione exclaimed as she turned herself around on the couch so she was sitting facing him Indian Style. "Where did this come from?" She asked with curiosity written all over her face.

"Well," started Ron slowly, "During, the whole, um…, break of our friendship, I had to fend for myself, didn't I? I mean, I couldn't really depend on you for help, and these classes are harder than ever. And if I ever want to pass to become an auror-"

Hermione stopped him by putting her hand on his arm and laughing. She couldn't help herself. The poor boy was rambling on and on, and she had to stop him before he said anything really stupid. "Okay, okay I get it!" She finally laughed out. "Do you still want me to look over it though?"

"Yes!" Said Ron quickly, anything to keep her there.

"Oh," said Hermione with one eyebrow raised, "what exactly do you need help with?"

"What I need help with is, er… my spelling! My spelling is a piece of shite! And Snape is sure to take off points for my spelling, no matter how good the content."

"First, language, Ronald, and second, you do have a fair point." Ron just smiled at her. "Alright, just hand me your paper and I will go over it again." Hermione replied after she finished a yawn. She leaned into Ron, for that was where the better light was. Ron just put one of his arms on the back of the couch as Hermione resituated herself by swinging her legs across her body again and onto the cushions.

Hermione only got to the second paragraph with her corrections before she fell asleep with her head lying on Ron's shoulder. Ron was shocked when he heard her slow breathing pattern, but did not dare to wake her up.

She really did look beautiful as she slept. Normally, she would be self-conscience about the way she looks, and she would get away from the situation if it turned unfavorable. But, in sleep, regardless of nightmare or dream, she would let her emotions read on her face. Which is why when she felt the grasp of sleep coming upon her, she would succumb to their will, away from people's watchful and judgmental eyes.

But Ron would never judge her. Sure, on the outside he would make fun of the way she raises her hand in class, but lately he hasn't thought like that. He could stare at Hermione sleeping for hours; she looked so peaceful. And he would have if it wasn't late at night, and he hadn't had a grueling quidditch practice only hours before.

So he joined Hermione in the land of dreams only keeping himself up long enough to give her a kiss on the forehead, set the papers down a table, and pull her closer. As he did, he noticed a small smile appear on her face.

Hours later he awoke to something placed upon him. He warily opened his lazy eyes, and saw a blurred vision of a small house elf placing a red and gold striped blanket over the both of them. With this new found warmth, Hermione snuggled in closer. They were both now lying down on the couch, fact-to-face, legs already entangled with each other; as well as arms around each other.

Ron knew that he should probably wake Hermione up. Tomorrow was a school day, and he would hate to be caught by his fellow peers asleep with Hermione in front of the couch. He already knew of rumors circulating about the school with the two of them as their subjects. However, once he looked at Hermione's contented face, he knew he didn't want to wake her up; it may be one of her few good sleeps that she has had in a while.

He sighed as he pulled Hermione even closer, brushing some wayward hair from her face. He gave another kiss upon her forehead before he once again fell into a sleep filled with dreams of a future with the girl right beside him.

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'So that is the body pillow that I am cuddling: Hermione.' Ron breathed a sigh of relief as he realized this. At least it wasn't someone he didn't have any romantic feelings for.

Ron thoughts were once again directed towards his apparent omnipresent roommates when they started arguing in not-so-quiet whispers about the quality of Collin's picture without a flash. Ron sighed. So now Collin Creevey was present in the room, he now knew where the click earlier had come from.

It seems that his idiot friends had employed the likes of a fifth year into the business of blackmail. Now that there was proof that he fell asleep with Hermione, he was NEVER going to hear the end of it.

Suddenly a feminine voice had entered the air that was previously filled with only the low voices of males. It was Hermione's. No she didn't reprimand them; all she said was one word: "Ron." It wasn't even that loud, it was actually more of a whisper; but that didn't stop his roommates from hearing. No, they only laughed harder at this, and Ron could hear a body being pushed forward.

He knew who it was the second a flash went off. Collin had taken another photo, only this time with the flash on. This wasn't good in Ron's opinion. The flash would probably wake Hermione up if the laughter of his friends had not.

He was right. It had.

Hermione's eyes fluttered open when the offending light went off, all five boys gasped with shock. They all looked around for a hiding spot in case she turned around to see where the light came from. They dove into various places; ranging from chairs, to side tables, to behind potted plants. Oh boys.

Ron's eyes opened when he felt Hermione look up at him. He opened his eyes, first blinking a couple of times to get used to the early morning light. He looked down at her and smiled; which she gladly returned.

"Good Morning," she quietly whispered, "sorry that I fell asleep on you."

"Oh, that's no problem. I fell asleep myself too." Ron gave her a reassuring smile. She didn't have to know that he could have woken her up so she could sleep in her own bed with her own personal space. But she didn't seem to really care about that; she had yet to untangle herself from around him. Instead of jumping back in shock or horror, she subconsciously snuggled closer and started to play with his hair.

He didn't mind. On the contrary, he rather liked waking up and seeing her first thing in the morning. He also started to twirl some of her hair around his fingers, while his other hand starting drawing meaninglessly on her lower back.

She breathed a sigh of contentment before the waves of harsh reality suddenly came crashing through her mind. "I suppose that we should be getting up soon." Hermione suddenly said; though made no movement to get up. She answered his questioning look with an explanation. "We wouldn't want anyone to find us, would we? I mean I already hear enough rumors about myself involving Viktor and Cormac." She found the need to explain herself, "Which are most definitely NOT true. I am not that type of person!" Her fingers had ceased to play with his hair at this point.

"I never said that you were!" Ron quickly said. "I would never think that-"

His sentence was cut short when Harry fell out from behind a plant that he was crouching behind. Hermione and Ron immediately sat up in shock. However, they quickly fell off the couch for their legs were still tangled and a blanket was on top of them.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" asked Harry trying to mask his embarrassment. Following this statement, the other teenage boys appeared from behind their hiding spots.

"Do my eyes deceive me? Or have Hermione and Ron really been caught? Together. Sleeping. On the same couch!" Cried Seamus dramatically.

"Especially with the two being prefects!" Dean continued, "That could only mean one thing!"

"Wait, the rumors are really true then?" Asked Neville to his fellow classmates, "I mean, are Ron and Hermione really secretly-"

"Okay! We get it! We fell asleep on the same couch!" An irritated Hermione cried. Ron did not fail to notice that Hermione did not correct Neville. Hermione, however, continued on relentlessly berating the boys that had the decency to look like they were ashamed. "Before any of you idiots come up with any more stupid comments," she continued, "I am heading up to my dorm to get ready for breakfast. And, if I were you, I would do the same!" She poked Harry and the chest and stared down each of the boys in turn with a glare made famous by her second year.

The boys knew better than to disagree with a grumpy Hermione in the morning. So they all heeded her words and headed up to their dorm to get ready for the school day ahead of them. As they climbed the stairs, Ron told the guys that he would be up in a minute. Seamus turned around and started making kissing noises. Harry smacked him in the back of his head, and told him to hurry up the stairs.

Ron hung back to see if Hermione had anything more to say to him.

"I guess I will see you at breakfast, then." Hermione said once she cleared her throat, turning shy once again. She started to turn around, but stopped. Ron waited for her to continue on. She quickly walked back to him to place a small kiss on his cheek, hesitating a second longer than usual. She whispered a hurried "Thanks!" before she rushed up the steps to the Girl's Dormitories, hiding her blushing face the whole way behind her hair.

Ron stood there for a minute, getting his thoughts together, trying to figure out what she meant by "thanks". He gave himself a small shrug, and turned around; heading towards the stairs that led to the Boy's Dormitory with a little more hop in his step and a smile on his face.

A/N: Yay! I finished chapter 1! So I have more chapters on the way, and it would make me super happy if you would please REVIEW! Anything and everything helps!