by anime_angel2000
Ron sat in his room, a large volume of rune figuring in his lap.
He stared at the pages as the words began to blend together. He quickly
rubbed his eyes, trying to refocus them. He finally gave up on his
eyes, closing them and letting his mind wander. He tried to think
about the day's events, but his thoughts were suddenly focused to a pair
of beautiful, dark eyes, framed with thick lashes and pale skin.
He growled under his breath and shook his head violently, trying to get
rid of the image of her eyes.
"What are you doing?" came a soft, all too familiar voice.
He turned around and Hermione was looking him in the face, staring into
his eyes with her own. She looked at the book, and said, "Do you
need help with your homework?"
Electricity, eye to eye
Hey don't I know you
I can't speak
He looked up and nodded gratefully, and she smiled, happy
that her knowledge was good for something. She perched on the edge
of his chair, not remembering her current state of dress, which consisted
of a thin white nightgown and a pair of worn socks. She leaned over
his shoulder to explain, "See, this rune goes here... the other one would
go there, because of its natural place and direction..." and breathed in
his scent, fighting the urge to hug him.
"See?" she said, looking up at him and slipping right into his
lap as the book fell to the floor. Her eyes were wide with surprise,
and her cheeks were stained with embarrassment.
Stripped my senses
On the spot
I've never been defenseless
I can't even make sense of this
You speak and I don't hear a word
He looked at her, the same emotions displayed on his face. When she didn't move, he moved closer to her, whispering, "If I kiss you, will you run away?"
What would happen if we kissed
Would your tongue slip past my lips
Would you run away, would you stay
Or would I melt into you
Mouth to mouth, lust to lust
Spontaneously combust
She shook her head. Her emotions were taking her over, and all the intelligence in the world would not have prepared her for this. He kissed her, softly, on the lips. Just as he began to move away, she put her hand on his neck, and he kissed her again, with more passion, more fire. She grasped for him, uncontrollably, with her other hand, running it along his chest and around to his back. His hands came to the collar of her nightgown, and began pulling the buttons from their loopholes. It fell off loosely, floating to the ground as he ran his hands over her skin. She pulled his shirt over his head, and undid the button on his pants. He shoved them the rest of the way down, and she lay down on his bed. He followed. For a brief instant, she thought about consequences, the morning after, their age. But, after all, they were almost seventeen. Life was full of chances one had to take.
I struggle with myself again
A/N: O.o Jeez. I am really sorry for this story. I
just wanted it to be nice and innocent, and then... crap. Well,
this is an XXXXX rating, according to me, Miss Modest. Jes to clear
things up, they're at the Burrow. No one'll hear em, they're practically
in tha attic. Just to clear that up. Sorry again about this.
D/C: I don't own them. Song is called What Would Happen by Merideth
Brooks.
Quickly the walls are crumbling
Don't know if I can turn away