Author's Note. This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it! I am obsessed with Ron and Hermione and they are just so stinking cute. Hope you enjoy!
I am not Queen Rowling. All characters are her own.
Ron Weasley. Just his name made me blush and smile. So, here I am, sitting in Potions, grinning to myself like an idiot because Slughorn asked Ron what bark you would put in a sleep potion. Not that we would need the sleeping potion because half the class had already dozed off, bored out of their minds. But I was one of the few left awake, smiling at the desk.
"It is quite warm in here, isn't it, Miss Granger?" Professor Slughorn walked up behind me and took a sample of my potion into a test tube.
"Excuse me?" I asked, flustered, knocking over a vile of purple liquid. It soaked into the wood on the table and began to sizzle.
"Your cheeks are flushed and bright red. I assumed it was from the excessive heat in here," the Potion's professor was smirking, now figuring out I was not flushed from warmth. He strutted away before I could deny anything.
I muttered insults at myself, vowing I would control my emotions more carefully. If an old professor could see right through a little blush, how obvious must my crush be to everyone else. Crush. Never in my years at Hogwarts would the word crush come to mind when thinking of Ron. Ron, the boy who in first year made me cry, and it wouldn't be the only time either. Now, Ron gave me butterflies and warm fuzzies. I never thought about having a boyfriend before. I always told myself it was because I had more important things to care about, like school work and reading, but I knew the real reason. I never thought a boy would like me. It wasn't just my frizzy hair and somewhat still large teeth but also my know it all personality. When someone would try to get close to me, I always had to shove my knowledge in their face. I knew it must be annoying and I still don't know how Harry or Ron put up with it, but I was so thankful.
"Hermione? Are you going to clean that up?" I looked up to see the very boy that was on my mind. Now I was flustered and I stumbled back, almost falling, but he reached out and caught my elbow.
"Thanks," I muttered, brushing hair out of my face. He grinned at me and I felt the butterflies return. "I was saying, are you going to clean that up?" He gestured towards the purple liquid I had spilled on the desk that had now burned a hole through the desk and was dripping onto the floor.
"Oh, shoot!' I got onto my hands and knees and started to wipe it up. Ron knelt down next to me and began soaking up the mysterious liquid as well. Our hands brushed each other and I looked up at him, to find him already staring at me. He smiled shyly, his expression then mirrored onto my face.
And oh, how those butterflies flew.
Stick around for the next chapter! Thanks! ~Lise