I do not own J.K's wonderful characters , just the plot.
This is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it seems unexperienced!
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Chapter One
"Whatcha writing there, Hermione?"
The preppy brunette gave a squeak of surprise and threw her arms on top of the open red notebook she was scribbling in. Her head jerked to the right, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a a tall, redheaded teen bent over the bed she was laying on, looking at her back. "Ron! I'm...uh, writing... Charms extra credit work! Yes! Professor Flitwick wants me to write how to execute a memory charm." lied Hermione, her voice higher than usual. She quickly shut the notebook, flipped over to face the carrot-top and held the book tightly against her chest.
Ron raised his right eyebrow. "Charms, eh?" he looked at the bright notebook. "Flitwick only accepts seperate parchment." he pointed towards her chest. "That's a notebook, which is not seperate, I reckon." Ron smiled at how clever he sounded.
Hermione opened her mouth, but no words came out. 'How am I going to get out of this one..?' she thought.
"RON! Get out!" a female voice shrieked. Hermione looked beyond Ron. A redheaded sixth year was standing in the doorway. She ran over to Ron and smacked him in the back of his head. "You can't be in the Girl's dormitory, it's against the rules! Go back to your own!"
"Blimey, Ginny!" Ron started to rub the back of his head. "You hit like a bloody wrestler!"
"You deserved it!" Ginny yelled. "Don't make me write to Mum and tell her you snuck in here! Imagine what SHE would do if she knew you were a peeping tom!"
Ron's eyes widened, and he became pale. "Peeping tom? I just came to see what Hermione was up to!"
"That's not what it looked like to me! Hermione's lying on her bed, looking absolutely terrified, and you're bent over her, a tad too close in my opinion! Shall I go on?"
"Forget it Ginny, I'm out of here." Ron walked to the staircase. "See you Hermione," his eyes narrowed. "Ginny." Seconds later, he vanished down the stairway.
Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Ginny! I'm in your debt forever!"
"No problem, he knows he's not supposed to be in here, the git." Ginny noticed how tightly Hermione was holding the red notebook. Her knuckles were white. Ginny pointed to it. "What's in there?"
Hermione's brain was swimming with thoughts. 'Should I tell her? Do I lie? What will happen? I bet I look incredibly stupid right now.'
"Hermione?" the redheaded girl questioned worriedly.
"Can you keep a secret? I need to tell someone. Not Ron or Harry, I need to tell a girl."
"Sure, Nee." Ginny sat at the end of Hermione's bed, by her feet. "What's up?"
"This is my - diary, if you will. At first, it was to keep all my thoughts in, but lately, it's been focused on something." Hermione sighed. "It's been...I can't stop..."
"It's been what? You can't stop what? You're not making sense, Hermione."
The wavy haired seventh year sighed again. "It's been focused on Ron."
"Ron? Our Ron?" Ginny pulled a strand of her red hair and pointed at it. "This Ron?"
Hermione nodded.
"So, you're starting to fancy him them?"
"Worse then that, I started to fancy him in my fourth year. Now, with the seventh year ending soon," Hermione's voice got quieter. "I'm afraid I'll never see him again."
"Oh, Hermione! You're smarter than that! You know we'll all keep in touch!" Ginny cheerfully stated. Hermione shook her head.
"You don't understand, Ginny! Ever since I was born, my mother wanted a better life for me. She's been saving money for me to start a life after Hogwarts, and it's not in England. She's sending me to America. There's another magical school there, where you learn Healing, and that's where she's sending me. She's already bought me a small house near the school too. I have no choice but to go." Hermione set the notebook on her bed and started caressing it with two fingers.
"Hermione.." Ginny said quietly with a hint of panic.
"And now Hogwarts is ending in three months, and I'll never see any of you again!" A tear came out of Hermione's left eye.
"Don't cry Nee, we'll find some way to work through this. Like, what about owls?"
"There's no possible way! Owls can't travel as far as another country, they'd die!" Hermione was now fully crying. "Bottom line is, you guys will all be here in England, and I'll be in America, all by myself!"
All of a sudden, both of the girls heard descending footsteps down the staircase.
"Who's there?!" Ginny shouted, but they were already gone.
"Who do you think heard that?" Hermione whispered loudly, still crying. "I don't want anyone to know this, not yet!" Her heart skipped a beat. "What if they heard about Ron?!"
A worried look appeared on Ginny's face.
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Ron walked into the boy's dormitory rubbing his head. He was feeling happy, sad, and confused all at once. Harry was the only one in the room, and he was doing Potions homework. "Hey mate," he called, then saw Ron rubbing his head. "What happened?"
Ron told him the whole story about him being in the girl's dormitory.
"Peeping tom?" Harry laughed.
"And then," Ron continued his story. "I walked back up the stairs to see if Ginny was gone. She wasn't, but her and Hermione were talking. So I hid behind the wall to listen."
"You sneak! What were they talking about?" Harry had forgotten all about Potions now.
"Well, the first thing I heard," Ron planted a huge smile on his face. "Ginny was going 'Ron? This Ron? So you're starting to fancy him then?' and then Hermione says, 'I started to fancy him in my fourth year.'!" Ron was now beaming happily.
"Way to go, Ron! That's all the conformation you need! She fancies you, you fancy her, It's a perfect match!"
Ron bit his bottom lip. "You think I should ask her out?"
"Of course!"
Ron smiled enormously, but then his smile disappeared as quickly as it came.
"What's wrong?" Harry said worriedly.
"I didn't finish the story." Ron paused. "After Hogwarts ends, Hermione's moving to America. To become a Healer. Her mum's arranged it."
Harry's eyes closed. "No way." He said quietly. "Owl's can't fly to seperate countries."
"I know. And it costs too much to fly there ourselves, and we've already made after-school plans here in England."
Harry nodded, then looked out the window. "It looks late. I think I'm going to sleep."
"Have a good one, mate." Ron said quietly.
About an hour later, all the Gryffindors were in their beds, only one wasn't sleeping. Ron. His mind was being attacked with various thoughts.
'I've fancied her since the day I met her.'
'It's more than a crush.'
'She can't go to America.'
'Will I ever see her post Hogwarts?'
'She fancies me.'
'My dreams are starting to come true.'
'My dreams are starting to crumble.'
'I love her.'
Ron gasped at the last thought. He had just now realized it.
After seven years of friendship, he, Ron Weasly, age seventeen, had loved Hermione Granger.
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So, what do you think? That was chapter one! Please Review it, I would greatly appereciate it! If I get a lot of reviews, I'll start the next chapter! I already have the plot in my head, I just need to type it up. =)
amaya
This is my first fanfiction, so sorry if it seems unexperienced!
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Chapter One
"Whatcha writing there, Hermione?"
The preppy brunette gave a squeak of surprise and threw her arms on top of the open red notebook she was scribbling in. Her head jerked to the right, and out of the corner of her eye she saw a a tall, redheaded teen bent over the bed she was laying on, looking at her back. "Ron! I'm...uh, writing... Charms extra credit work! Yes! Professor Flitwick wants me to write how to execute a memory charm." lied Hermione, her voice higher than usual. She quickly shut the notebook, flipped over to face the carrot-top and held the book tightly against her chest.
Ron raised his right eyebrow. "Charms, eh?" he looked at the bright notebook. "Flitwick only accepts seperate parchment." he pointed towards her chest. "That's a notebook, which is not seperate, I reckon." Ron smiled at how clever he sounded.
Hermione opened her mouth, but no words came out. 'How am I going to get out of this one..?' she thought.
"RON! Get out!" a female voice shrieked. Hermione looked beyond Ron. A redheaded sixth year was standing in the doorway. She ran over to Ron and smacked him in the back of his head. "You can't be in the Girl's dormitory, it's against the rules! Go back to your own!"
"Blimey, Ginny!" Ron started to rub the back of his head. "You hit like a bloody wrestler!"
"You deserved it!" Ginny yelled. "Don't make me write to Mum and tell her you snuck in here! Imagine what SHE would do if she knew you were a peeping tom!"
Ron's eyes widened, and he became pale. "Peeping tom? I just came to see what Hermione was up to!"
"That's not what it looked like to me! Hermione's lying on her bed, looking absolutely terrified, and you're bent over her, a tad too close in my opinion! Shall I go on?"
"Forget it Ginny, I'm out of here." Ron walked to the staircase. "See you Hermione," his eyes narrowed. "Ginny." Seconds later, he vanished down the stairway.
Hermione sighed in relief. "Thank you so much, Ginny! I'm in your debt forever!"
"No problem, he knows he's not supposed to be in here, the git." Ginny noticed how tightly Hermione was holding the red notebook. Her knuckles were white. Ginny pointed to it. "What's in there?"
Hermione's brain was swimming with thoughts. 'Should I tell her? Do I lie? What will happen? I bet I look incredibly stupid right now.'
"Hermione?" the redheaded girl questioned worriedly.
"Can you keep a secret? I need to tell someone. Not Ron or Harry, I need to tell a girl."
"Sure, Nee." Ginny sat at the end of Hermione's bed, by her feet. "What's up?"
"This is my - diary, if you will. At first, it was to keep all my thoughts in, but lately, it's been focused on something." Hermione sighed. "It's been...I can't stop..."
"It's been what? You can't stop what? You're not making sense, Hermione."
The wavy haired seventh year sighed again. "It's been focused on Ron."
"Ron? Our Ron?" Ginny pulled a strand of her red hair and pointed at it. "This Ron?"
Hermione nodded.
"So, you're starting to fancy him them?"
"Worse then that, I started to fancy him in my fourth year. Now, with the seventh year ending soon," Hermione's voice got quieter. "I'm afraid I'll never see him again."
"Oh, Hermione! You're smarter than that! You know we'll all keep in touch!" Ginny cheerfully stated. Hermione shook her head.
"You don't understand, Ginny! Ever since I was born, my mother wanted a better life for me. She's been saving money for me to start a life after Hogwarts, and it's not in England. She's sending me to America. There's another magical school there, where you learn Healing, and that's where she's sending me. She's already bought me a small house near the school too. I have no choice but to go." Hermione set the notebook on her bed and started caressing it with two fingers.
"Hermione.." Ginny said quietly with a hint of panic.
"And now Hogwarts is ending in three months, and I'll never see any of you again!" A tear came out of Hermione's left eye.
"Don't cry Nee, we'll find some way to work through this. Like, what about owls?"
"There's no possible way! Owls can't travel as far as another country, they'd die!" Hermione was now fully crying. "Bottom line is, you guys will all be here in England, and I'll be in America, all by myself!"
All of a sudden, both of the girls heard descending footsteps down the staircase.
"Who's there?!" Ginny shouted, but they were already gone.
"Who do you think heard that?" Hermione whispered loudly, still crying. "I don't want anyone to know this, not yet!" Her heart skipped a beat. "What if they heard about Ron?!"
A worried look appeared on Ginny's face.
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Ron walked into the boy's dormitory rubbing his head. He was feeling happy, sad, and confused all at once. Harry was the only one in the room, and he was doing Potions homework. "Hey mate," he called, then saw Ron rubbing his head. "What happened?"
Ron told him the whole story about him being in the girl's dormitory.
"Peeping tom?" Harry laughed.
"And then," Ron continued his story. "I walked back up the stairs to see if Ginny was gone. She wasn't, but her and Hermione were talking. So I hid behind the wall to listen."
"You sneak! What were they talking about?" Harry had forgotten all about Potions now.
"Well, the first thing I heard," Ron planted a huge smile on his face. "Ginny was going 'Ron? This Ron? So you're starting to fancy him then?' and then Hermione says, 'I started to fancy him in my fourth year.'!" Ron was now beaming happily.
"Way to go, Ron! That's all the conformation you need! She fancies you, you fancy her, It's a perfect match!"
Ron bit his bottom lip. "You think I should ask her out?"
"Of course!"
Ron smiled enormously, but then his smile disappeared as quickly as it came.
"What's wrong?" Harry said worriedly.
"I didn't finish the story." Ron paused. "After Hogwarts ends, Hermione's moving to America. To become a Healer. Her mum's arranged it."
Harry's eyes closed. "No way." He said quietly. "Owl's can't fly to seperate countries."
"I know. And it costs too much to fly there ourselves, and we've already made after-school plans here in England."
Harry nodded, then looked out the window. "It looks late. I think I'm going to sleep."
"Have a good one, mate." Ron said quietly.
About an hour later, all the Gryffindors were in their beds, only one wasn't sleeping. Ron. His mind was being attacked with various thoughts.
'I've fancied her since the day I met her.'
'It's more than a crush.'
'She can't go to America.'
'Will I ever see her post Hogwarts?'
'She fancies me.'
'My dreams are starting to come true.'
'My dreams are starting to crumble.'
'I love her.'
Ron gasped at the last thought. He had just now realized it.
After seven years of friendship, he, Ron Weasly, age seventeen, had loved Hermione Granger.
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So, what do you think? That was chapter one! Please Review it, I would greatly appereciate it! If I get a lot of reviews, I'll start the next chapter! I already have the plot in my head, I just need to type it up. =)
amaya