Undeniable Love
Disclaimer: I invented Harry Potter! I own all of it.silly rabbit.
Both Ron and Hermione watched Harry as he was half-dragged to his Uncle's car be a red-faced Vernon Dursely. Both of them were extremely worried about Harry, but the real reason they persisted in watching Harry was because it simply gave them a reason not to face each other. However, Harry was soon gone, and they had to acknowledge each other. Ever since the incident at the Yule Ball, the tension between then had gotten so thick you could cut it with a knife, and every time they tried to talk about it they ended up fighting. So, it was best they kept to other, safer topics.
"I'm gonna worry about him all summer," Ron suddenly blurted out.
Hermione nodded silently. It looked as if she was battling some fierce internal struggle. The two of them were silent until Hermione, who had apparently resolved her internal dilemma, turned and looked Ron straight in the eyes. "Ron," she asked seriously, "do you like me?"
Ron looked at her confused. "Of course I like you, Hermione, you're my best friend."
Hermione let out an exhasperated sigh and grabbed him by the arms. "No, Ron, do you like me?"
Ron stared at her for a brief second, still confused, then it dawned on him what she meant and a look of horror replaced his confused expression. "Are you asking if I fancy you?!"
Hermione let out a shriek of frustration. Why the hell did he have to be so thick headed? "Of course that's what I'm asking you, you prat!"
At first, Ron looked hurt and offended at Hermione's comment, but that only lasted a second. Moments later it was replace with extreme nervousness. "Eh, what make you think that?"
"This year you were insanely jealous of Vicktor and I whenever we got within ten feet of each other." Hermione accused.
Ron turned red and spluttered out, "I was not. I was just-"
But he was silenced with a severe look from Hermione. "You looked ready to disembowel him every time we were together!" She pointed out.
Ron, who was living through the realization of his most recurring nightmare, did the only thing he could: He defended himself and fought back. "Well, what about you," Ron exclaimed, "you dddn't exactly act like a mature adult, did you?"
Hermione flushed scarlet and said in a very defensive and clipped tone, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ron raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that seemed to say 'yeah, sure' and said, "You practically bit my head off whenever I so much as glanced at Fleur."
"You never glanced at her!" Hermione exclaimed hotly, "However, you did stare at her like an idiot and drool over her like a moron!"
But Ron plughed ahead as if he didn't hear her. "And when she kissed me.well, by the way you looked, I was afraid for my life. And Fleur's."
Ron stepped back and looked satisfied as Hermione, usually the most articulate of people, sputter and grope for words. Finally, Hermione regained her composre and glared at Ron furiously. "You still didn't answer my question," she said evenly.
Ron looked at Hermione in silence for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer. Finally, he looked at her straight in her beautiful brown eyes, grabbed her by her slim shoulders, and kissed her as deeply and as passionately as he could. A full minute later, when they pulled apart, Ron surveyed her shocked, yet very satisfied expression and smirked. "Does that answer your question, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded absently and smile. Then Ron asked, "And what about you? Do you fancy me as well?" In response to his query, Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and did what he had just done to her. Which she had wanted to do for two years.
"Does that answer you question?"
"I couldn't think of a better answer."
It was then that Ron remembered that his family was waiting for him. "Bloody Hell!" He exclaimed, "I've got to go!" He started to run off, but then he stopped and rushed back to Hermione. "Do you want to come over this summer?" He asked hurriedly. When Hermione replied that she would love to, Ron continued, "Ok, good, I'll ask Mum and owl you." Then he gave her a quick kiss goodbye and rushed away.
Disclaimer 2: I was just kidding before, I don't own any of it. Please don't kill me for saying that I did! Please!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I invented Harry Potter! I own all of it.silly rabbit.
Both Ron and Hermione watched Harry as he was half-dragged to his Uncle's car be a red-faced Vernon Dursely. Both of them were extremely worried about Harry, but the real reason they persisted in watching Harry was because it simply gave them a reason not to face each other. However, Harry was soon gone, and they had to acknowledge each other. Ever since the incident at the Yule Ball, the tension between then had gotten so thick you could cut it with a knife, and every time they tried to talk about it they ended up fighting. So, it was best they kept to other, safer topics.
"I'm gonna worry about him all summer," Ron suddenly blurted out.
Hermione nodded silently. It looked as if she was battling some fierce internal struggle. The two of them were silent until Hermione, who had apparently resolved her internal dilemma, turned and looked Ron straight in the eyes. "Ron," she asked seriously, "do you like me?"
Ron looked at her confused. "Of course I like you, Hermione, you're my best friend."
Hermione let out an exhasperated sigh and grabbed him by the arms. "No, Ron, do you like me?"
Ron stared at her for a brief second, still confused, then it dawned on him what she meant and a look of horror replaced his confused expression. "Are you asking if I fancy you?!"
Hermione let out a shriek of frustration. Why the hell did he have to be so thick headed? "Of course that's what I'm asking you, you prat!"
At first, Ron looked hurt and offended at Hermione's comment, but that only lasted a second. Moments later it was replace with extreme nervousness. "Eh, what make you think that?"
"This year you were insanely jealous of Vicktor and I whenever we got within ten feet of each other." Hermione accused.
Ron turned red and spluttered out, "I was not. I was just-"
But he was silenced with a severe look from Hermione. "You looked ready to disembowel him every time we were together!" She pointed out.
Ron, who was living through the realization of his most recurring nightmare, did the only thing he could: He defended himself and fought back. "Well, what about you," Ron exclaimed, "you dddn't exactly act like a mature adult, did you?"
Hermione flushed scarlet and said in a very defensive and clipped tone, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Ron raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that seemed to say 'yeah, sure' and said, "You practically bit my head off whenever I so much as glanced at Fleur."
"You never glanced at her!" Hermione exclaimed hotly, "However, you did stare at her like an idiot and drool over her like a moron!"
But Ron plughed ahead as if he didn't hear her. "And when she kissed me.well, by the way you looked, I was afraid for my life. And Fleur's."
Ron stepped back and looked satisfied as Hermione, usually the most articulate of people, sputter and grope for words. Finally, Hermione regained her composre and glared at Ron furiously. "You still didn't answer my question," she said evenly.
Ron looked at Hermione in silence for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer. Finally, he looked at her straight in her beautiful brown eyes, grabbed her by her slim shoulders, and kissed her as deeply and as passionately as he could. A full minute later, when they pulled apart, Ron surveyed her shocked, yet very satisfied expression and smirked. "Does that answer your question, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded absently and smile. Then Ron asked, "And what about you? Do you fancy me as well?" In response to his query, Hermione wrapped her arms around Ron's neck and did what he had just done to her. Which she had wanted to do for two years.
"Does that answer you question?"
"I couldn't think of a better answer."
It was then that Ron remembered that his family was waiting for him. "Bloody Hell!" He exclaimed, "I've got to go!" He started to run off, but then he stopped and rushed back to Hermione. "Do you want to come over this summer?" He asked hurriedly. When Hermione replied that she would love to, Ron continued, "Ok, good, I'll ask Mum and owl you." Then he gave her a quick kiss goodbye and rushed away.
Disclaimer 2: I was just kidding before, I don't own any of it. Please don't kill me for saying that I did! Please!!!!!!!!!