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So this is the product of all the Harry Potter that's been going on, along with way to much Ron and Hermione fanfiction. But don't you worry, there's plenty of Harry and Ginny in here too(: Let me know if ya'll want me to continue it!
"You know you ruined everything, right?" said Hermione offhandedly late one evening.
"What?" exclaimed a caught off guard Ron.
The couple was lounging casually across the beat up brown leather couch in the mismatched living room of their shared loft. That's right, after years of begging and begging, Ron had finally gotten Hermione to move in with him. She had put up a good fight too, insisting that 22 was too young and so on and so forth, but had caved eventually.
"I had a plan you know, one worthy of Ravenclaw too, even though I wasn't even in her house..." stated Hermione , just as nonchalantly as before, twisting so her legs could stretch out over his lap and shutting her eyes languidly.
"I'm sorry, what are you talking about? And why in the name of Merlin am I being blamed for the downfall of it?" snapped Ron, his ears turning a characteristic crimson. Whether it was from anger or happiness at her current position, one could only guess.
"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist Weasley," Hermione said with an endearing grin shot his way. "It's nothing to be worried about."
The coloring of his ears dimmed a bit. "Oh, well then… care to explain?"
Hermione sighed and sunk deeper into the couch. "You sure? It's kind of a long story…"
"I'm sure."
"Really? You might not think as highly of me afterwards." A few worry lines formed between her eyebrows, as if she was questioning the wisdom of ever mentioning this plan to her boyfriend.
Ron grinned at what he thought was an absolutely adorable expression. Even after five years, she still had the ability to make him go pink with the simplest of things.
"I'm not sure if there is any story in the world that could make me think less of you…" He blushed. "Wait, that came out wrong. But you know what I meant. Right 'Mione?" He glanced at her anxiously, and his grip on her calves tightened unconsciously.
Her stomach tightened in response to his unconscious display of affection. Even after so many years, she still felt the same way she had when they had touched like this for the first time. But no matter how she felt, she would always pull away before it went too far. She may love him but she would always be the Hermione "Sensible" Granger.
Certain that she was blushing now, Hermione rushed to begin her story, forgoing his question.
"Well, it all started the summer before Fourth Year…"
…
"Are you girls ready? Remember, Harry is coming over today!" Mrs Weasley said as she bustled around the kitchen, making some last minute preparations for The Boy Who Lived. "Hermione, have you gotten all of your things to Ginny's room yet?"
Hermione sighed, both of the Weasley girls had been flustered and fluttery all day today, anxious for Harry's arrival. She would've thought that after two summers with him at least one of them would have calmed down. But alas, Ginny too had been cleaning almost more obsessively than her mother. Hermione made a split second decision.
"No I haven't Mrs Weasley, and I sure could use some help taking the last of it up."
Mrs Weasley offered a thin smile.
"Of course dear, just let me finish off these dishes, I swear the bacon grease must have put a permanent sticking charm on itself and it's pan..."
"Oh no it's alright, I'll get Ginny to help." Hermione rushed.
"You're a dear Hermione," Mrs Weasley smiled sweetly at her before twisting her head towered the living room to bellow for her daughter. "GINNY! COME HELP HERMIONE WITH HER BAGS!"
A moment later a disconcerted thirteen year old came rushing into the kitchen. Ginny Weasley was well on her way out of the awkward not kid/not teen stage, but the crazed look in her eyes gave away the fact that she was still obsessing over the same childhood crush.
"C'mon Gin, let's go."
"Wait," interrupted Ron. "I thought you said this story was about you and me! I don't want to hear about Ginny pining away after my best friend! Eeww."
"Patience Ronald," chided Hermione, nudging him lightly in the chest with her leg. "If you waited for more than four minutes, we'd get there! While I was giving advice to Ginny about Harry, she was giving me advice about you. "
Ron went red again from her rebuke.
"Sorry 'Mione, go on please."
"Ok, so as I was saying-"
"WAIT!" exclaimed Ron.
"What?" sighed an exasperated Hermione.
"Are you saying that my little sister hooked us up?" he looked petrified at the thought.
"Um, yeah. So?" Hermione asked.
"That's… it's… was it…" The crimson in his ears was beginning to spread down his neck as he searched for words. "Wasn't it… um… awkward?"
"Oh, not at all! I mean, a little at the beginning but she has known you for all of her life and most of yours so…" she faded off into a blush. "You know what? How about I just tell the story?"
"Um, yeah. Go ahead."
My apologies if the spacing was off. I've been spending the last fifteen minutes trying to get it to work for me but… *sigh* this is just what happens when half of a story is written on your laptop, and half of it is written on your iPod. Also, this was my first real Harry Potter fan fiction, although I've been a fan of the books as long as I can remember… but if there's anything I got wrong, please feel free to tell me so in a review or PM me! And that includes if I accidentally Americanize anything… Anyways, thanks so much for reading! Please review!