I Need You So Much Closer
Disclaimer: I do NOT OWN ANYTHING HP RELATED! Or almost anything for that matter...I don't even own this computer... also, about the title of the story. That's part of my favorite song. Don't own that either. I chose it cuz it will relate to this story later on. If anyone knows/likes the song, review and tell me. ((That's right, I'm desperate for reviews))
Chapter One: Last Train
Harry Potter woke up not knowing where he was for a while. He lay with his eyes closed for a bit before they were jolted open.
He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Oh. He was on the train, laying across the seats. The train...for the last time, he was riding the Hogwarts Express away from Hogwarts. He felt a pang of sorrow for having to leave behind such a big part of his life. Hogwarts had been his home. His only real home, where he was welcomed. Was it possible that he would never see it again?
No. Harry thought. He couldn't let that happen. I'll come back someday. To visit. But for now, he knew what he had to do, and that was more important at the moment.
He looked to his across the compartment and saw Ron and Hermione. They were both stretched across the same seats, and, although they had gone to sleep facing different directions, Ron had somehow wrapped his arms around Hermione's waist during his slumber, his face buried in her hair. They were facing the backrests, and they were extremely close to each other.
Thump.
Well, they had been close to each other. Now Ron was on the floor. He was sprawled out, and kept snoring. Harry smiled to himself.
How are they not together yet? They should just state the obvious already. He thought. Especially...in these times. They should tell each other how they feel and enjoy the time they can still spend together. It was different for him though. He was 'the Chosen One.' The 'Boy Who Lived.' He suspected it was different for him. He wasn't quite sure how, but he was sure that the same rules didn't apply to him. If they did, he would most definitly still be with Ginny.
Ginny... Just the thought caused him pain.
How could he have been so stupid? Well, he was protecting her... Stupid, stupid, stupid! No! He had reasons! It was too dangerous! Stuuuupiiiid...
That's it. Harry thought, closing his eyes again. No more thinking about Ginny. I'm going back to sleep, where I don't have to think about anything.
Yeah... wishful thinking.
"Okay. Explain this to me. I am to be a bridesmaid because...?" a bewildered bushy-haired girl climbing off the train asked. Well alright, since Parvati had attacked her with hair products, it was no longer bushy, but more like wavy.
"Because 'Mione..." Ron said in a bored voice. "She eez a part uf ze family, and she must be in ze wedding!" Ron repeated in an impression of Fleur, grinning.
"Oh, don't pretend to make fun of her! We all know how fond you are of her!" Hermione snapped. She knew that Ron couldn't help being attracted to Fleur. She was, after all, part veela. But did he have to be so damn obvious about it?
At once, Ron's face fell and he went silent.
Damn it! Hermione cursed herself. Don't say that stuff out loud! It's your fault his face fell like that! It's your fault his sexy long red hair is in his blue eyes! What? Where had that come from? Obviously, it was not her fault that Ron was in desperate need of a haircut. However...he did look quite delicious like that! Oh, shut up.
Nevertheless, Hermione softened and pushed his hair off his face. She smiled at him.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just...I've never been in a wedding before...and I'm not sure if I want to..." This was true, but Hermione bit her lip and hoped Ron would not ask if anything else was wrong.
"'Mione! You have to!" Hermione gave him a look. "Okay, I supposed you don't have to. But everyone would appreciate it, especially my mother." Ron finished.
Hermione felt her unwillingness fade away. Mrs. Weasley was like her second mother. How could she turn her down?
"Oh, alright then." Hermione gave in. Ron's face brightened.
"I knew you'd do it 'Mione!" He shouted, punching a fist in the air.
"Oh, yes, what's with this 'Mione thing?" She asked.
"What...you don't...like it?" Ron asked hesitantly. "Because I can stop calling you that you know. I just thought you'd like a nickname, or rather,
"Ron..."
"I didn't think that, it just popped in my head, cuz if you think of ways to shorten 'Hermione',"
"Ron!"
"you don't have a lot of options, you know? Not that I was thinking of ways to shorten your name,
"Ron!"
"I don't just sit around thinking about you, I mean, your name, although it's a fine name, don't get me wrong---"
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! IT'S A PERFECTLY GOOD NICKNAME, AND YOU'RE RAMBLING!"
"How d'you know my middle name?"
"Your mum." Hermione answered smugly.
"Oh no. " Ron groaned. "She brought out the photo album, didn't she? You saw the cowboy boots picture?"
"And then some. You were quite the nudist as a child, weren't you?"
Ron's ears turned red.
"Oh, wait a sec, Hermione, your necklace is a bit crooked," Ron informed her.
Before Hermione could fix it, his hands were at her collarbone. She could tell his hands were calloused from Quidditch, and very, very warm. She felt her breath catch in her throat as he moved the star pendant to the middle. His pinkie grazed along her collar, and sent tingles through her body. She felt her eyes flutter, and when she looked up at Ron, she could see he had gone quite pale, apparently not believing what he had just done. All of a sudden, Hermione realized just how close Ron was standing to her.
Or maybe disgusted that he had touched her in what could be percieved as an intimate way... At that, Hermione felt her heart drop.
Ron cleared his throat.
"Um...well...y'see..."
Here it comes... the big "I'm sorry."
"'Mione..."
"So!" Harry exclaimed, causing Ron and Hermione to jump away from each other. He was rounding the corner with their trunks, which he had been retrieving during this exchange. "I'd say we're about ready to go to the Burrow, where I will experience going to a wedding for the first time!" Harry was grinning at this information, which was obviously exciting for him.
"Yeah, mate. Should be brilliant," Ron said, beaming with him. "In fact, you're one of the groomsmen!"
Hermione stifled a giggle. She had never seen a grin deflate that fast before.
A/N: Ok. This is my first fan fiction ever. This ideas been mulling in my mind for a while.
This first chapter isn't very exciting, I know, but I promise it gets better later, just review if you want more. Theres only a tiny bit of R/Hr right now, but I think thats appropriate for the beginning of the story.
Theres been no H/G at all yet, i apologize, im getting right on that. I have some great chapters coming up that YOU WILL WANT TO READ.
i think i was 2-3 reviews on this before i update maybe? if theres only one person reading this, go ahead and say "im the only one reading this and please update" cuz i will. 2-3 is just wishful thinking, possibly.
sorry for the short chapter, they do get longer, im just quite tired, and this seemed a good stopping point.
This will remain T, unless you guys want some naughty stuff (just kidding, i'll keep it T)
so far its only a romance (if even that) but it does get some Horcux action in later, plus the romance gets...shall we say...steamier... Yes, i have at least 8 more chapters plotted out (LONG CHAPTERS).
SO BE SURE TO REVIEW!
