Summary: Missing moments in HBP. Starts after Ron and Hermione's argument about the "Slug Club" and continues on until Ron is the Hospital Wing. Why was Hermione so mad at Ron for dating Lavender? It couldn't have been all jealousy. How and why exactly were they nicer to each other afterwards? Why did Lavender insist on calling him "won won"? Features song "If I Fell" by The Beatles in first chapter. RXHR.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters the quotes I used from the bookor the song "If I fell" they belong to the famous J.K. Rowling and Muggle group called "The Beatles". This goes for the rest of the story and yeah, Enjoy!
Ron's POV
I checked my watch, 11:08, I guess I went a little overboard on my solitary Quidditch practice. No homework done and sweaty and stinky as hell. I got out of the field and headed straight for the prefect's bathrooms. Still not a bad day. I couldn't help but smile at the thought 'We're allowed to bring guest, and I was going to ask you to come'. Although her tone of voice was blazing mad, it was still a happy thought. "Blimey! She was actually going to ask me, Hermione, ask me." I said out loud still disbelieving it. "Sour bubblegum." The door to the prefect's bathroom opened. We changed the password during our last boring meeting. The only good parts about those meeting were that Hermione and I were able to walk back up to our dormitories alone. She would usually drag on about the meeting while I'd be half-asleep, but just being alone with her gave me this feeling that I just couldn't explain. No Harry, no Ginny, no Fred or George, it was just us. And I liked it like that. I didn't realize someone was already in the bathroom until I heard singing along with the rushing waters of the shower.
"If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true? And help me…" It was a lovely feminine voice. No wonder she wasn't using the big bath in the middle of the room. Out of consideration for my fellow female prefect, I took a shower stall and turned on the water. I took the one farthest stall from her to give her a sense or privacy, but I could still hear her voice "If I give my heart to you. Well I must be sure from the very start, that you would love me more than him…" I was all in for taking a short shower then leave to return to a probably mad Hermione, (I should really do my homework before practice if I want her to stop nagging me about it. I'll think about it later) but now I really wanted to see who was singing, the voice felt familiar. And the song was not too bad on its own either. I could already see myself humming the melody throughout the week. "So I hope you see, that I would love to love you. And that he will cry when he learns we are two. If I fell in love with you…"
The singing stopped and I realized I was finished cleaning myself and tuned off the water. I wrapped a towel around my lower half and walked out, having left my clothes outside of the curtained area where our stuff would usually be. It was as soon as I walked out that I noticed the water wasn't falling from the other shower either. And that the girl was outside the curtained area as well. In just a towel. With Hermione's face.
"Oh! Ron, I didn't know you were here," It was dark outside, but even I could guess that she was probably blushing like mad, as was I.
"Um, yeah," I couldn't help but stare, the towel was just big enough to cover the necessary parts. Stupid towel. I don't know if it was just because the moon was shining off her glistening body in that right way, the warm water leaving her skin looking so smooth, or the fact that she was wearing nothing underneath that stupid towel but I suddenly got the urge to do some things I wouldn't even think of doing with Hermione. We stood there for a moment just being distracted I guess. She made the first move to get her clothes, my eyes were back in their place and my mind set straight. Sort of. She left to change behind the curtains, as I should probably be doing myself too. I pulled my boxers and pants on and heard Hermione yell. I ran out the curtained area to see that she had just slipped on the wet floor. It took all of me to not burst out laughing, and I helped her up. She was now fully dressed, if she wasn't by that time I really don't know what I would of actually done.
"Thank you, Ron." She spoke quietly as she walked over to the vanity mirrors. She took out a brush and started going through her hair. Looking through the mirror, she asked "What brings you here so late at night?"
"I was doing some late night Quidditch practice alone and lost track of time," I said while mopping up the wet floor. She didn't respond and I looked at her through the mirror. Turns out she was looking at me and she quickly went back to brushing her brown locks. I looked down and saw I wasn't wearing my shirt. A smirk popped on my face as I went to put it back on. I can distract Hermione Granger with my shirtless presence, not a bad day at all! "What are you doing here so late?"
"I usually take my showers early in the mornings, but when I can't I take them at night" she was still brushing her hair, but looked deep in though.
"Why?" I took a seat next to her drying my hair with another towel.
"I, I just don't like showering in front of others. It feels, it feels weird since I grew up being the only child." She stuttered a bit. We sat there in silence as she finished brushing her hair. It was an awkward silence. Even when we were walking alone it would be a comfortable silence, but this was unwanted. Wishing for something else to talk about and trying my luck, I spoke first.
"So were you planning on telling me about Slug's party, or was I just supposed to know?" I asked shyly. This could go in the wrong direction fast if I didn't play my cards right. Catching her off guard twice today though gave me some confidence that might have been better not there.
"I was actually going to ask you Friday after the prefect meeting. You know, so we would have been alone," Her cheeks got a bit pinker. Was it not just I who appreciated those blissful strolls alone towards our Gryffindor Tower? Where only the mighty, the loyal, the brave… I need to get some sleep.
"Oh, well in case I didn't give you a straight answer back in Herbology. I, Ronald Weasley, would love to accompany you to Professor Slug's Christmas extravaganza!" She giggled, actually giggled, that had to be a good sign.
"Ron, are you okay?" she said with her smile
"Just a bit tired, but I think I'll make it to the common room before completely losing it" I smiled, trying to look crazy
"Well, we better get going then" she picked up her stuff as I picked up mine, which was only my broom. She had an extra set of clothes, some scented soaps, and a bunch of other girly supplies. She fit them in a bag she brought along. Being the gentleman I am, I offered to carry them for her. She obliged and we walked through the bathroom door side by side.
A/N: Does anyone else get loopy when they're REALLY tired or is that just me. It's my first Harry Potter fic, and I don't really care how many people read this upcoming story, or review it. I haven't written fan fiction in two years and I forgot how much fun this is. If you would like to, review this and tell me what you though of it. Sorry if Hermione or Ron are a bit OOC, but it's always a little funner that way ;D
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