Hermione snorted and had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling over. "Ron, Ron.. it's electricity," she chuckled, shaking her head. He really could be adorable sometimes. She must remember to introduce him to the computer sometime soon.
Maybe. That could be a dangerous endeavour.
When Ron stopped her from opening the door, her brows had knitted together quizzically. She had been about to inquire as to why he was preventing her from leaving when he seemed to be the one in the hurry, but he hadn't a chance to get anything out before his lips were upon hers.
Hermione sighed in contentment as her bag slipped from between her fingertips, and hit the ground with a small crash. Arms snaked around his neck as she stood upon her tiptoes to reach him better.