Where's Hermione? Ron wondered.
The Gryffindor common room had been broken into, and they had just brought all the year 1 gryffindors into the Great Hall, which had once again been transformed into a huge bedroom for all of them to sleep in. Harry had fallen asleep right away, Ron didn't blame him. He must be tired out from the events that took place, and his scar had been hurting all day. But the Gryffindor prefects were supposed to be on duty. It wasn't like Hermione to shirk her duties, thought Ron. He made sure that the other prefects were patrolling around the Great Hall, then walked out purposefully in search of her.
Ron stepped out into the open square, blinking as a chill of cold wind hit him in his face. He grew a little worried now, where could Hermione be? He ventured forward, wrapping his robe tighter around him as he squinted in the dark. There! his heart lifted as he saw the dark figure of Hermione leaning against the tree where they always studied. He hurried towards her.
"Hermione," he whispered as he reached her side.
She turned slightly, acknowledging his presence, but not saying anything. Ron stared at her side profile, her soft brown curls framing the side of her face. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
She finally turned to face him, and he was shocked to see a hint of tears glistening in her beautiful almond shaped eyes. "oh Ron," she said softly, "I'm just so worried. There are rumours about Voldermort everywhere, we're sixth years now and we're supposed to be shouldering the responsibility and taking care of the young ones but I somehow don't feel confident at all. And Harry--his scar's been hurting and he's falling ill..." her voice faded off softly as a teardrop trickled down the side of her cheek. Ron's heart squeezed to see her crying, but somehow his arms stood limply on his sides, though something in his stomach fluttered as he realized how close he was standing to Hermione.
Do something! A voice in his head cried desperately as he watched a little nervously at Hermione crying. Her tears were flowing freely now. "Hermione-- " he started, reaching out to pat her back. She gave a choked sob, and stepped up into his arms. Ron's body temperature suddenly shot up a hundred degrees as Hermione wrapped her arms around his back and cried into his shoulder.
What am I supposed to do? A million things were racing across Ron's mind, and his legs felt like jelly. He was barely aware of his heart pumping and his face heating up, as he patted her back a little awkwardly. She was still sobbing into his robes, and Ron relaxed a little, smoothing her soft hair and holding the small of her back.
She finally drew back, tears clinging onto her eyelids as she looked up at him a little shyly. "Thanks, Ron." She said, reaching out to hold his hand. Ron stood still, something was stuck in his throat as he stared at her beautiful face, still wet with tears. Instinctively, he reached out and touched her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He tucked a brown lock of hair behind her ear, and a soft blush spread through Hermione's face.
She took a step closer, and Ron's heart started racing again. This time, her eyes were fixed on his, her beautiful soft brown eyes. Why hadn't he noticed how gorgeous they were before? He absently thought to himself as he watched them flicker shut. He watched, as if detached from himself, as her lips drew nearer to his. He lowered his head, his pulse racing like a bullet train--time seemed to stand still....
Finally, his lips touched hers. He pressed against her lips gingerly, feeling its softness and wetness. He could hear her breathing, feel her breathing as her lips returned the force. Something was buzzing through his head, as they stood still for a moment, hand in hand, their lips meeting. Something stirred in his nether regions, as Hermione finally pulled back. She glanced up at Ron from beneath her lashes, looking a little self- conscious. Ron stared at her, trying to digest what they just did. Her close proximity to him made him unable to think properly.
"Err,Hermione," he uttered, a deep red spreading across his face as he realized what he just did.
"Yes, Ron?" she breathed, a small smile touching her face as she looked up at him.
"Err, I gotta go," he said quickly, pulling his hand away from hers. He barely saw her face fall, as he turned away and sprinted back into the castle, feeling utterly mortified and displaced.
The Gryffindor common room had been broken into, and they had just brought all the year 1 gryffindors into the Great Hall, which had once again been transformed into a huge bedroom for all of them to sleep in. Harry had fallen asleep right away, Ron didn't blame him. He must be tired out from the events that took place, and his scar had been hurting all day. But the Gryffindor prefects were supposed to be on duty. It wasn't like Hermione to shirk her duties, thought Ron. He made sure that the other prefects were patrolling around the Great Hall, then walked out purposefully in search of her.
Ron stepped out into the open square, blinking as a chill of cold wind hit him in his face. He grew a little worried now, where could Hermione be? He ventured forward, wrapping his robe tighter around him as he squinted in the dark. There! his heart lifted as he saw the dark figure of Hermione leaning against the tree where they always studied. He hurried towards her.
"Hermione," he whispered as he reached her side.
She turned slightly, acknowledging his presence, but not saying anything. Ron stared at her side profile, her soft brown curls framing the side of her face. "Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
She finally turned to face him, and he was shocked to see a hint of tears glistening in her beautiful almond shaped eyes. "oh Ron," she said softly, "I'm just so worried. There are rumours about Voldermort everywhere, we're sixth years now and we're supposed to be shouldering the responsibility and taking care of the young ones but I somehow don't feel confident at all. And Harry--his scar's been hurting and he's falling ill..." her voice faded off softly as a teardrop trickled down the side of her cheek. Ron's heart squeezed to see her crying, but somehow his arms stood limply on his sides, though something in his stomach fluttered as he realized how close he was standing to Hermione.
Do something! A voice in his head cried desperately as he watched a little nervously at Hermione crying. Her tears were flowing freely now. "Hermione-- " he started, reaching out to pat her back. She gave a choked sob, and stepped up into his arms. Ron's body temperature suddenly shot up a hundred degrees as Hermione wrapped her arms around his back and cried into his shoulder.
What am I supposed to do? A million things were racing across Ron's mind, and his legs felt like jelly. He was barely aware of his heart pumping and his face heating up, as he patted her back a little awkwardly. She was still sobbing into his robes, and Ron relaxed a little, smoothing her soft hair and holding the small of her back.
She finally drew back, tears clinging onto her eyelids as she looked up at him a little shyly. "Thanks, Ron." She said, reaching out to hold his hand. Ron stood still, something was stuck in his throat as he stared at her beautiful face, still wet with tears. Instinctively, he reached out and touched her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. He tucked a brown lock of hair behind her ear, and a soft blush spread through Hermione's face.
She took a step closer, and Ron's heart started racing again. This time, her eyes were fixed on his, her beautiful soft brown eyes. Why hadn't he noticed how gorgeous they were before? He absently thought to himself as he watched them flicker shut. He watched, as if detached from himself, as her lips drew nearer to his. He lowered his head, his pulse racing like a bullet train--time seemed to stand still....
Finally, his lips touched hers. He pressed against her lips gingerly, feeling its softness and wetness. He could hear her breathing, feel her breathing as her lips returned the force. Something was buzzing through his head, as they stood still for a moment, hand in hand, their lips meeting. Something stirred in his nether regions, as Hermione finally pulled back. She glanced up at Ron from beneath her lashes, looking a little self- conscious. Ron stared at her, trying to digest what they just did. Her close proximity to him made him unable to think properly.
"Err,Hermione," he uttered, a deep red spreading across his face as he realized what he just did.
"Yes, Ron?" she breathed, a small smile touching her face as she looked up at him.
"Err, I gotta go," he said quickly, pulling his hand away from hers. He barely saw her face fall, as he turned away and sprinted back into the castle, feeling utterly mortified and displaced.