Ron had a minor explosion of nerves when Hermione stiffened, all the more acute because he hadn't really expected an objection. But she wasn't pulling away, and there wasn't time for his heart to sink too much before she was kissing him back. His shoulders slumped a little in relief. It was hard to think of anything else, really, but he found himself reflecting that she did this very differently than Lavender - and immediately felt stupid that it had even occurred to him. Of course there wouldn't just be one way, and of course the two of them wouldn't be anything like one another. He slipped his hand up to the back of her neck and pressed in a bit closer, suddenly wishing he had left the gloves behind.