Ron was having the most wonderful dream. In it, he had just won the House Cup for Gryffindor by
scoring the 10 point the Quidditch team needed to break the tie just as the snitch had been
found. He was soaring over the stands, which were practically quaking because the cheering was so
loud. They were chanting his name! From above he found who he was looking for and swooped down to
meet her. Her brown hair was tied back into a messy bun but he didn't mind. And then, just as she
was about to rush into his arms, something furry hit him in the face. He swatted at it, tried to
ignore it, but it hit him again.
Grudgingly, Ron opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the common room couch again. Above him,
perched on the back of the couch, was Crookshanks, who looked him straight in the eyes and
shamelessly flicked his tail against Ron's face yet again. Ron reached up and shoved the cat off
the couch. He made to get up but found that he couldn't because of a weight on his chest. His
sudden movement had jarred the sleeper and they made a small noise of protest. Hermione.
His fuzzy, still half-asleep brain pieced together bits of information. She was giving him a
crash-course review for the NEWTS (her newest obsession now that OWLS were over with). They must
have fallen asleep (probably out of insane boredom). He debated going upstairs and crawling into
bed but he hated to have to wake her up and besides, it was so nice and quiet and warm here on
the sofa. The company was much better too, he thought with a grin.
Ron looked down at the top of her head and what he could see of her face. She was plain; not
exactly pretty (he doubted she would ever be, really), but the most beautiful girl he knew.
Hermione was Hermione. She was special. He'd just never have the guts to admit that to her (or
anyone else for that matter). No, he would just nurse his fruitless little crush forever or until
he found someone else, whichever came first.
He didn't know exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the possibility that she would return
the feeling. Yeah, that was it. He was afraid that they would become "a couple" (a couple of
what?) and have one of those brief relationships because he had built her up so much in his mind
that it would have been impossible for her to live up to it. And then they would break up. He
would rather pine away after her until he was an old, old man than have to wake up every morning
knowing that he had let wonderful Hermione go.
He knew she felt the same way too. Or at least he was pretty sure, anyway. He had overheard her
the other day. She was in the library with a group of Ravenclaws she studied with and he had been
hiding behind one of the bookshelves (Hey! He really hadn't liked the way that one guy kept
leering at her during dinner every night). For some reason or other the conversation had turned
to him. One of the girls said some condescending remark about an answer he had given in class
that day. Hermione said something in his defense and a small argument ensued. He had held his
breathe throughout the whole thing, letting it out when he heard a book snap shut and a chair
scrape the floor. One of the other girls laughed. "What? Do you like him or something?" she
asked.
"I just never realized what snobs you were," answered Hermione, and she left. She hadn't gone
back to the study group since.
And she hadn't answered no either.
Ron tried to settle himself more comfortably on the couch and put his arms around the
still-sleeping girl. He was really starting to reconsider that pretty thing he had thought about
earlier. Vaguely wondered what she was wearing under her robes or, more importantly, what she
wasn't...
ACK!! No! Dirty thought! Bad Ron! Bad, bad, BAD Ron! He scolded himself. This "just friends"
thing was getting difficult.
"Hey, Ron? You down here?" Ron's head whipped to the stairwell to see Harry, who was standing in
his pajamas and slippers, squinting at him. Ron cleared his throat.
"Yeah," he tried to sound annoyed. "Would you mind helping get her off me?" Harry chuckled and
together they shook Hermione awake.
"Go back to bed Harry," Ron assured him. "I just need to clean up this mess." Harry shrugged
groggily and plodded upstairs, yawning hugely before he disappeared. It was just Ron and Hermione
again. Ron helped her stack all the books and rolls of parchment into the neat stacks she
insisted on and then walked her to her stairwell. They said their goodnights and, just as she
turned to go upstairs Ron had a knee-jerk reaction (not literally).
"Hermione!" he said, completely involuntarily. She turned around.
"Hm?" Say something you idiot! Ron's mind screamed. But he couldn't come up with anything.
Instead, he reached out and straightened her prefects badge.
"Much better," he joked. "Now I can rest peacefully." She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, good night!" She gave him a quick, entirely friendly peck on the mouth before going to
her dorm. Ron grinned after her. If they never got together, he thought, dear God, please don't
ever let her lose that habit!
A/N: Hi hi! Well, I"ve finally gotten one up. I'm not usually this sappy either! It must be the
weather, honestly, yesterday I was wearing shorts, today I had to turn the heater on! Its that
darn hole in the ozone!! Um, anyway! This may, possibly, maybe, sort of, kind of might become a
series but it depends entirely up to you guys! Hope you liked it! Oh yeah, read and review! It'll
fun! Really!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Not a single, tweaking bit of it. I am but the vessel.
scoring the 10 point the Quidditch team needed to break the tie just as the snitch had been
found. He was soaring over the stands, which were practically quaking because the cheering was so
loud. They were chanting his name! From above he found who he was looking for and swooped down to
meet her. Her brown hair was tied back into a messy bun but he didn't mind. And then, just as she
was about to rush into his arms, something furry hit him in the face. He swatted at it, tried to
ignore it, but it hit him again.
Grudgingly, Ron opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the common room couch again. Above him,
perched on the back of the couch, was Crookshanks, who looked him straight in the eyes and
shamelessly flicked his tail against Ron's face yet again. Ron reached up and shoved the cat off
the couch. He made to get up but found that he couldn't because of a weight on his chest. His
sudden movement had jarred the sleeper and they made a small noise of protest. Hermione.
His fuzzy, still half-asleep brain pieced together bits of information. She was giving him a
crash-course review for the NEWTS (her newest obsession now that OWLS were over with). They must
have fallen asleep (probably out of insane boredom). He debated going upstairs and crawling into
bed but he hated to have to wake her up and besides, it was so nice and quiet and warm here on
the sofa. The company was much better too, he thought with a grin.
Ron looked down at the top of her head and what he could see of her face. She was plain; not
exactly pretty (he doubted she would ever be, really), but the most beautiful girl he knew.
Hermione was Hermione. She was special. He'd just never have the guts to admit that to her (or
anyone else for that matter). No, he would just nurse his fruitless little crush forever or until
he found someone else, whichever came first.
He didn't know exactly what he was afraid of. Maybe it was the possibility that she would return
the feeling. Yeah, that was it. He was afraid that they would become "a couple" (a couple of
what?) and have one of those brief relationships because he had built her up so much in his mind
that it would have been impossible for her to live up to it. And then they would break up. He
would rather pine away after her until he was an old, old man than have to wake up every morning
knowing that he had let wonderful Hermione go.
He knew she felt the same way too. Or at least he was pretty sure, anyway. He had overheard her
the other day. She was in the library with a group of Ravenclaws she studied with and he had been
hiding behind one of the bookshelves (Hey! He really hadn't liked the way that one guy kept
leering at her during dinner every night). For some reason or other the conversation had turned
to him. One of the girls said some condescending remark about an answer he had given in class
that day. Hermione said something in his defense and a small argument ensued. He had held his
breathe throughout the whole thing, letting it out when he heard a book snap shut and a chair
scrape the floor. One of the other girls laughed. "What? Do you like him or something?" she
asked.
"I just never realized what snobs you were," answered Hermione, and she left. She hadn't gone
back to the study group since.
And she hadn't answered no either.
Ron tried to settle himself more comfortably on the couch and put his arms around the
still-sleeping girl. He was really starting to reconsider that pretty thing he had thought about
earlier. Vaguely wondered what she was wearing under her robes or, more importantly, what she
wasn't...
ACK!! No! Dirty thought! Bad Ron! Bad, bad, BAD Ron! He scolded himself. This "just friends"
thing was getting difficult.
"Hey, Ron? You down here?" Ron's head whipped to the stairwell to see Harry, who was standing in
his pajamas and slippers, squinting at him. Ron cleared his throat.
"Yeah," he tried to sound annoyed. "Would you mind helping get her off me?" Harry chuckled and
together they shook Hermione awake.
"Go back to bed Harry," Ron assured him. "I just need to clean up this mess." Harry shrugged
groggily and plodded upstairs, yawning hugely before he disappeared. It was just Ron and Hermione
again. Ron helped her stack all the books and rolls of parchment into the neat stacks she
insisted on and then walked her to her stairwell. They said their goodnights and, just as she
turned to go upstairs Ron had a knee-jerk reaction (not literally).
"Hermione!" he said, completely involuntarily. She turned around.
"Hm?" Say something you idiot! Ron's mind screamed. But he couldn't come up with anything.
Instead, he reached out and straightened her prefects badge.
"Much better," he joked. "Now I can rest peacefully." She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever, good night!" She gave him a quick, entirely friendly peck on the mouth before going to
her dorm. Ron grinned after her. If they never got together, he thought, dear God, please don't
ever let her lose that habit!
A/N: Hi hi! Well, I"ve finally gotten one up. I'm not usually this sappy either! It must be the
weather, honestly, yesterday I was wearing shorts, today I had to turn the heater on! Its that
darn hole in the ozone!! Um, anyway! This may, possibly, maybe, sort of, kind of might become a
series but it depends entirely up to you guys! Hope you liked it! Oh yeah, read and review! It'll
fun! Really!
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Not a single, tweaking bit of it. I am but the vessel.