Ron felt his breath catch in his chest, but he didn't look about to see who had noticed the beautiful Hermione Granger, kissing him. He tightened his hold on her, and felt himself pressing against her front, a new experience for him. It was uncanny how she shifted and moved and he could feel every inch of her.
"You kissed me," he said, a grin spreading across his face, "Is this something I can expect to happen more often in the future? I mean, not that I mind in the least," he said, fumbling for the right words. He shook his head and looked up at the ceiling and then back down at her.
"You kiss me, and then I'm going to second guess whether its okay, like every time I imagine. Cause I don't want to make you feel like you have to, or uncomfortable or anything. Otherwise," he said, moving his feet carefully, "I might just start snogging you, frequently and often in the common rooms," he offered, grinning again, "Hell, I am sure Fred and George have got a trick for getting you upstairs into the boys dorm," and Ron just realized what he'd said, and blanched.
"I mean so we could have a place to be alone, and not have everyone watching us snog," and he paused, "Unless you don't much mind?"