disclaimer: none of these characters are made by me, they don't belong to me, these characters are somebody else's used for fanfic
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione watched by herself from the stands as Harry chased after the snitch and Ron tried to block the quaffle. Harry and Draco zoomed in a circle, the dove down. Harry almost didn't pull up in time. The snitch went back the other direction as the boys twisted their brooms back around and shot after the it.
Ron, meanwhile, was concentrating on the Slytherins moving toward the goal he was blocking. He saw Harry and Draco closing in on the snitch. The score was Griffindor 20, Slytherin 160. They could win if Ron could just block the goal.
Harry and Draco started shoving as they neared the snitch. Ron eyed the quaffle. The quaffle was launched. The seekers stretched out their arms. Ron made his first block of the game, and Harry's fingers wrapped around the snitch.
And screams and shouts exploded from the Griffindor stands. Ron couldn't help but smile as he thought, "I hope Harry and Hermione saw that. And especially Draco." And Ron felt warmth thinking of telling Hermione how he'd helped win the game. Harry held the snitch up for all to see, and Draco slowly landed with a disappointed look.
The Griffindors immediately celebrated in the common room when they got back. Dean and Seamus surprised everyone with a case of butterbeer.
Ron walked up to Hermione, sipping his butterbeer. "Hey, Hermione."
"Hey, Ron," Hermione said back.
"Did you see that goal I saved at the end?" Ron asked eagerly.
"No, I'm afraid I didn't, but I saw Harry beat Malfoy to the snitch," Hermione replied. "Wasn't that thrilling?"
Ron suddenly became disappointed. "You're kidding?"
"Sorry, Ron."
Ron went back for another butterbeer.
"Hey, Ron," Harry said, a bunch of Griffindor second years fawning over him.
Ron felt a sudden anger towards Harry for taking away his precious moment. Hermione didn't see his save because of him. And he envied Harry for all the girls following him around. But then remembered this was normal, and that Harry had always been a good friend even though all eyes were on him.
Ron wanted another shot at impressing Hermione, so he wandered back over to the chair she was sitting in, reading Hogwarts, A History, A History.
"Aren't you going to have a butterbeer?" Ron asked.
"Are you kidding? I'm not going to trust Seamus."
Ron looked down at his butterbeer. It seems a bit greener. That's when he realized how light-headed he felt.
"What the fuck is in this stuff?" Ron spat.
Hermione peered down at it. "Ugh. I told you."
Ron suddenly began to sweat. "Shit," he muttered.
Hermione put her book down. "Ron? What's it doing to you? You don't look so well."
And then Ron looked over and saw Seamus and Lavendar on the rug, kissing passionately. Then Lavendar put her arms around Seamus' neck, and Seamus rolled over on top of Lavendar.
"Fuckers." Ron looked back at Hermione. She had a disgusted look on her face.
Ron tossed the butterbeer aside. "You have sense, Hermione." He tried standing up, but his legs were weak. "Crap."
Hermione stood up. "What did they put in there?!"
Dean and a third year girl were snuggling in the other chair. The girl's eyes were crossed, her eyelids halfway shut. "You're awesome... Dean....." she whispered.
Dean kissed. "I know."
"You kiss... well...."
"I know."
Ron suddenly felt his face get hot. The butterbeer was starting to get to him. He felt like telling Hermione that he fancied her.
Hermione stood up, tossing her book on the table. "What if McGonagall comes in?"
Ron didn't care. He was staring at Hermione. "Hermione...?"
She looked down at Ron. "This is bad."
Then, a moan came from the rug where Seamus and Lavendar were.
"Seamus, this is the best time of my life...." Lavendar whispered.
"You... want to... go upstairs?" Seamus asked.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"Kiss...." Lavendar said.
Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and dragged him out of the common room to the base of the staircases.
"What now?" she asked, getting worried.
Ron stared at his hand that had just touched Hermione's.
Hermione sighed. "Well, maybe whatever it is will wear off soon. Right, Ron?"
Ron gazed at Hermione, who was pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths.
"I mean, as long as we don't make too much noise, McGonagall won't come, right?"
Ron looked out the window to the side with a grin.
"And maybe we can pull those people off each other out there, right?" She stopped pacing and looked up.
Ron looked back at Hermione.
"Ron?" Hermione huffed. "Help me here!"
Ron just blinked.
"Ron?"
Ron was so light-headed, he felt as though he would collapse if he didn't do something about his heartache.
"Ron, speak. Now."
Ron grabbed Hermione by the shoulders. "Hermione... I love you." And he pulled her against him in a long kiss. Ron was in heaven. He was kissing Hermione, something he had longed wished he could have the pleasure doing one day. But Hermione was just standing there, being kissed. Ron suddenly realized he was in Griffindor Tower, kissing on of his best friends at who knows what time at a quidditch party.
He pulled away, and his senses came back to him. The butterbeer was starting to lose its effect.
And Hermione was just standing there, wide-eyed, not moving at all.
"Hermione?" Ron whispered, stepping away to give her room. "Hermione, answer me, please."
Hermione just stood there.
"Shit, I shouldn't have done that, I know.... I'm really sorry.... That butterbeer got me all light-headed and stupid.... Please say something."
Hermione suddenly blinked. She looked up at him. "I love you, too."
Ron was startled, and especially when Hermione came up and kissed him again.
She pulled away, feeling a bit dizzy.
"What a party, right?" Hermione said, giggling slightly.
Ron blinked. "Best party I ever had." He looked back toward the common room. Somebody shrieked.
Hermione and Ron dashed into the common room. Heads were turned to the rug where Seamus and Lavendar were sitting up. Lavendar was looking away in disgust, for Seamus had unbuttoned his shirt to expose a chest that wasn't too well built.
"Won't you still go upstairs with me?" Seamus asked again, pleading.
"Sicko," Lavendar spat, marching off to the girls' dormitory.
Ron and Hermione tried to keep back their laughs.
Dean's girl was also coming back to since. "Wha...?" She looked at Dean. "Who the fuck are you?!" She hopped up and ran toward the staircase.
Everybody started to come back to the real world, returning to their dormitories, a group of fourth years punching the butterbeer off the table on their way up. And then Harry waltzed up to Ron and Hermione with two second year girls clinging to his legs. His hair was ruffled.
"That was some stuff, hey guys?"
chapter two to come
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione watched by herself from the stands as Harry chased after the snitch and Ron tried to block the quaffle. Harry and Draco zoomed in a circle, the dove down. Harry almost didn't pull up in time. The snitch went back the other direction as the boys twisted their brooms back around and shot after the it.
Ron, meanwhile, was concentrating on the Slytherins moving toward the goal he was blocking. He saw Harry and Draco closing in on the snitch. The score was Griffindor 20, Slytherin 160. They could win if Ron could just block the goal.
Harry and Draco started shoving as they neared the snitch. Ron eyed the quaffle. The quaffle was launched. The seekers stretched out their arms. Ron made his first block of the game, and Harry's fingers wrapped around the snitch.
And screams and shouts exploded from the Griffindor stands. Ron couldn't help but smile as he thought, "I hope Harry and Hermione saw that. And especially Draco." And Ron felt warmth thinking of telling Hermione how he'd helped win the game. Harry held the snitch up for all to see, and Draco slowly landed with a disappointed look.
The Griffindors immediately celebrated in the common room when they got back. Dean and Seamus surprised everyone with a case of butterbeer.
Ron walked up to Hermione, sipping his butterbeer. "Hey, Hermione."
"Hey, Ron," Hermione said back.
"Did you see that goal I saved at the end?" Ron asked eagerly.
"No, I'm afraid I didn't, but I saw Harry beat Malfoy to the snitch," Hermione replied. "Wasn't that thrilling?"
Ron suddenly became disappointed. "You're kidding?"
"Sorry, Ron."
Ron went back for another butterbeer.
"Hey, Ron," Harry said, a bunch of Griffindor second years fawning over him.
Ron felt a sudden anger towards Harry for taking away his precious moment. Hermione didn't see his save because of him. And he envied Harry for all the girls following him around. But then remembered this was normal, and that Harry had always been a good friend even though all eyes were on him.
Ron wanted another shot at impressing Hermione, so he wandered back over to the chair she was sitting in, reading Hogwarts, A History, A History.
"Aren't you going to have a butterbeer?" Ron asked.
"Are you kidding? I'm not going to trust Seamus."
Ron looked down at his butterbeer. It seems a bit greener. That's when he realized how light-headed he felt.
"What the fuck is in this stuff?" Ron spat.
Hermione peered down at it. "Ugh. I told you."
Ron suddenly began to sweat. "Shit," he muttered.
Hermione put her book down. "Ron? What's it doing to you? You don't look so well."
And then Ron looked over and saw Seamus and Lavendar on the rug, kissing passionately. Then Lavendar put her arms around Seamus' neck, and Seamus rolled over on top of Lavendar.
"Fuckers." Ron looked back at Hermione. She had a disgusted look on her face.
Ron tossed the butterbeer aside. "You have sense, Hermione." He tried standing up, but his legs were weak. "Crap."
Hermione stood up. "What did they put in there?!"
Dean and a third year girl were snuggling in the other chair. The girl's eyes were crossed, her eyelids halfway shut. "You're awesome... Dean....." she whispered.
Dean kissed. "I know."
"You kiss... well...."
"I know."
Ron suddenly felt his face get hot. The butterbeer was starting to get to him. He felt like telling Hermione that he fancied her.
Hermione stood up, tossing her book on the table. "What if McGonagall comes in?"
Ron didn't care. He was staring at Hermione. "Hermione...?"
She looked down at Ron. "This is bad."
Then, a moan came from the rug where Seamus and Lavendar were.
"Seamus, this is the best time of my life...." Lavendar whispered.
"You... want to... go upstairs?" Seamus asked.
Hermione's eyes widened.
"Kiss...." Lavendar said.
Hermione grabbed Ron's hand and dragged him out of the common room to the base of the staircases.
"What now?" she asked, getting worried.
Ron stared at his hand that had just touched Hermione's.
Hermione sighed. "Well, maybe whatever it is will wear off soon. Right, Ron?"
Ron gazed at Hermione, who was pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths.
"I mean, as long as we don't make too much noise, McGonagall won't come, right?"
Ron looked out the window to the side with a grin.
"And maybe we can pull those people off each other out there, right?" She stopped pacing and looked up.
Ron looked back at Hermione.
"Ron?" Hermione huffed. "Help me here!"
Ron just blinked.
"Ron?"
Ron was so light-headed, he felt as though he would collapse if he didn't do something about his heartache.
"Ron, speak. Now."
Ron grabbed Hermione by the shoulders. "Hermione... I love you." And he pulled her against him in a long kiss. Ron was in heaven. He was kissing Hermione, something he had longed wished he could have the pleasure doing one day. But Hermione was just standing there, being kissed. Ron suddenly realized he was in Griffindor Tower, kissing on of his best friends at who knows what time at a quidditch party.
He pulled away, and his senses came back to him. The butterbeer was starting to lose its effect.
And Hermione was just standing there, wide-eyed, not moving at all.
"Hermione?" Ron whispered, stepping away to give her room. "Hermione, answer me, please."
Hermione just stood there.
"Shit, I shouldn't have done that, I know.... I'm really sorry.... That butterbeer got me all light-headed and stupid.... Please say something."
Hermione suddenly blinked. She looked up at him. "I love you, too."
Ron was startled, and especially when Hermione came up and kissed him again.
She pulled away, feeling a bit dizzy.
"What a party, right?" Hermione said, giggling slightly.
Ron blinked. "Best party I ever had." He looked back toward the common room. Somebody shrieked.
Hermione and Ron dashed into the common room. Heads were turned to the rug where Seamus and Lavendar were sitting up. Lavendar was looking away in disgust, for Seamus had unbuttoned his shirt to expose a chest that wasn't too well built.
"Won't you still go upstairs with me?" Seamus asked again, pleading.
"Sicko," Lavendar spat, marching off to the girls' dormitory.
Ron and Hermione tried to keep back their laughs.
Dean's girl was also coming back to since. "Wha...?" She looked at Dean. "Who the fuck are you?!" She hopped up and ran toward the staircase.
Everybody started to come back to the real world, returning to their dormitories, a group of fourth years punching the butterbeer off the table on their way up. And then Harry waltzed up to Ron and Hermione with two second year girls clinging to his legs. His hair was ruffled.
"That was some stuff, hey guys?"
chapter two to come