The four faces of Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, and
Hermione Granger were illuminated by the warm, flickering flames of one of
the Gryffindor common room fireplace. It was two weeks before the seventh-
year graduation ceremony of the famous Hogwarts trio. They had just
finished their N.E.W.T's today and stayed up talking after all the other
students had gone to bed. Ginny and Harry have been dating since the end of
Harry's sixth year, so they are snuggled up in one large armchair near a
sofa, where Ron and Hermione are sitting about a foot away from each other.
"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight you guys," states Harry, as he gets up from the armchair and kisses Ginny on the forehead.
"I think I'll join you tonight," giggles Ginny, as Ron glares, "Just kidding, Ron. No need to get all worked up. I'm going to bed, too. Goodnight Harry, Hermione, and overprotective prat of a brother." She pecks Harry goodnight, hugs Hermione, and happily hurries up the girls' dormitories, as Harry smirks at Ron and heads up to the boys' dormitories.
"Those two are too cute. You really should be happy for them," Hermione says to Ron, who is now the only other person in the room.
"Yeah.. cute.. if by cute you mean nauseating," jokes Ron, "Ow!" he rubs his shoulder where Hermione has now slapped him.
Hermioine sighs contentedly, "You know.. this is the first time this whole year I've actually been able to relax. No more studying; N.E.W.T's are over. I'm so glad."
"Yeah.." Ron says, trying to think of something else to say. He knew he had feelings for Hermione, but could never have the guts to act on them when he had a chance. He stares into the fire, when he notices her staring at him. "What?" he asks self consciously.
"Nothing, it's just that I was thinking about how we'll be graduating... and that... you know... we might not see each other as much..." Hermione drifts off in the middle of the sentence. "Just tell him you're going to miss him and that you're head over heels for him already, Hermione!" she screams to herself in her head.
An awkward silence ensued afterwards before Ron spoke, "Yeah...er... I'll really miss... you.. and.. Harry.. you know.." He was glad it was dark in the room so she couldn't see the furious blush that swept over his face.
"Always me and Harry, not just me," thought Hermione, "Why do you even think he could ever like you back? He just likes you as a friend, nothing but bookworm Hermione, the best friend." She got up to poke at the flames with the fire poker, in order to occupy herself while another awkward silence made itself present. When she turned around to speak, Ron had laid down on the sofa and was half asleep, when he said, "Yeah.. I'll... miss.. you..." His sparkling blue eyes fluttered shut. Hermione couldn't help but feel her heart melt, watching him fall asleep so peacefully. She yawned, suddenly realizing how exhausted she was, as it was about 4 in the morning. She spotted a blanket on the back of the sofa. "No Hermione... just go back to your own bed up the stairs. It's not that much of a distance, you're not really that tired.", she thought to herself. Somehow, she ignored that thought and pulled the blanket off the sofa and snuggled up to the sleeping Ron. She breathed in his scent and rested her head on his strong chest. He was no longer that skinny, gangly red head, but now a muscular-built red head with sparkling eyes that could steal any girl's heart. Quidditch had done him good, she decided. She felt his arms tighten his grip around her and he whispered into her hair, "Night 'Mione..." With that, they fell asleep. "Everything seems so perfect, why am I worrying about the future already?" Hermione asked herself. If only she knew...
"Well, I think I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight you guys," states Harry, as he gets up from the armchair and kisses Ginny on the forehead.
"I think I'll join you tonight," giggles Ginny, as Ron glares, "Just kidding, Ron. No need to get all worked up. I'm going to bed, too. Goodnight Harry, Hermione, and overprotective prat of a brother." She pecks Harry goodnight, hugs Hermione, and happily hurries up the girls' dormitories, as Harry smirks at Ron and heads up to the boys' dormitories.
"Those two are too cute. You really should be happy for them," Hermione says to Ron, who is now the only other person in the room.
"Yeah.. cute.. if by cute you mean nauseating," jokes Ron, "Ow!" he rubs his shoulder where Hermione has now slapped him.
Hermioine sighs contentedly, "You know.. this is the first time this whole year I've actually been able to relax. No more studying; N.E.W.T's are over. I'm so glad."
"Yeah.." Ron says, trying to think of something else to say. He knew he had feelings for Hermione, but could never have the guts to act on them when he had a chance. He stares into the fire, when he notices her staring at him. "What?" he asks self consciously.
"Nothing, it's just that I was thinking about how we'll be graduating... and that... you know... we might not see each other as much..." Hermione drifts off in the middle of the sentence. "Just tell him you're going to miss him and that you're head over heels for him already, Hermione!" she screams to herself in her head.
An awkward silence ensued afterwards before Ron spoke, "Yeah...er... I'll really miss... you.. and.. Harry.. you know.." He was glad it was dark in the room so she couldn't see the furious blush that swept over his face.
"Always me and Harry, not just me," thought Hermione, "Why do you even think he could ever like you back? He just likes you as a friend, nothing but bookworm Hermione, the best friend." She got up to poke at the flames with the fire poker, in order to occupy herself while another awkward silence made itself present. When she turned around to speak, Ron had laid down on the sofa and was half asleep, when he said, "Yeah.. I'll... miss.. you..." His sparkling blue eyes fluttered shut. Hermione couldn't help but feel her heart melt, watching him fall asleep so peacefully. She yawned, suddenly realizing how exhausted she was, as it was about 4 in the morning. She spotted a blanket on the back of the sofa. "No Hermione... just go back to your own bed up the stairs. It's not that much of a distance, you're not really that tired.", she thought to herself. Somehow, she ignored that thought and pulled the blanket off the sofa and snuggled up to the sleeping Ron. She breathed in his scent and rested her head on his strong chest. He was no longer that skinny, gangly red head, but now a muscular-built red head with sparkling eyes that could steal any girl's heart. Quidditch had done him good, she decided. She felt his arms tighten his grip around her and he whispered into her hair, "Night 'Mione..." With that, they fell asleep. "Everything seems so perfect, why am I worrying about the future already?" Hermione asked herself. If only she knew...