The Kiss That Started it All.
I discarded my clothes around the bathroom floor carelessly, the summer is nice, though I miss her. I turn on the water, putting my hand in a couple of times to check the temperature, until just the right amount of cold and warm seemed to be in perfect harmony.
I step into the shower, enjoying the warmth, thinking how I'm ever going to get myself out of the warm and watery heaven.
I close my eyes, smiling. Seeing her in the back of your mind'll do that to you.
Hermione.
I whisper her name softly, as if the world would crash if I did anything more than just breathing it, the name that haunts me, the girl of the name that keeps looking at me. As just a friend.
But I know.
I know she's not only that to me. Right now she's the one keeping me sane, I don't know how, but after my grades started to fall last year, she helped me with her excellent tutoring.
I'm a flirtatious bastard. I mean, not that I'm aware of it all the time, but I noticed when I started saying 'hey gorgeous' to her when we met, she'd blush, and then I'd blush hoping she hadn't gotten a wrong impression… It wasn't like I was gay or anything remotely like that… Was. Past thence. Then.
Now though. All I can seem to do is think of that one kiss we shared…
You see, she asked me. How it felt like. And I started verbalising. 'Well.. There's tongues, and wetness, and the wriggling and you kinda have to tilt your heads sideways, or you'll get crushed by the others nose and th-'
I stopped in midsentence. 'You want me to kiss you, yeah?' I smiled evilly, hoping she'd answer yes.
She didn't. She just inched towards me, looking around the library for people to see. To notice. To gasp in shock.
But there wasn't.
Thank. God.
I put my hands on her hips. She told me to stop her if she was doing it wrong. I smirked 'Just.. Follow my lead 'Mione.'
We kissed. At first it was a little awkward, I could tell, she didn't know where to put her hands. Letting them hang to her sides, I guess she was unsure. But she quickly got the hang of it.
But I enjoyed the kiss, I just discarded the thought of being turned on by her, but just thinking it was a nice kiss. I know now, that there was more to it.
I stated snaking my hands upwards, I always admired her hair, hated my own though, messaging her scalp. She moaned into the kiss, I knew it had lasted over 2 minutes, and I knew that I should really break it off, but there was just something about it. She put her hands on my hips, and I couldn't help but feeling the need growing inside. I was aching for her. Aching. For her. A girl. It shocked me.
I pulled away slowly, smiled at her, and she breathed 'Was it okay?' She was nervous though I can't figure out why, maybe she was just concerned, considering the fact it was apparently her first kiss.
'Perfect' I breathe, wanting to pull her in for another round.
I didn't like to admit it, but.. I was.. How do I say this.? I was somewhat hurt and disappointed when she shook her head and said 'well, guess we should be getting back to the potions ey?'
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I shouldn't dwell on it. It's been two months since that kiss, rather, two month eight days and about two hours ago to be excact. But who's counting right?
I start to lather my hair up in soap; messaging it in, I love the shower. It's just the right place to think. This year I'll ask Hermione for the password to the prefects bathroom. I'll most defiantly do that. And if she wanted to join me, I'm sure that would be just fine too. God I'm pathetic. I sigh, washing the shampoo out again thoroughly.
There's a knock on the door.
"Yes?" I say, Being pleased with myself for locking the door, Merlin knows how many pranks I've been the victim to in the shower. Oh, not by the twins though, I think they've got a healthy respect for me. Just Ron. God I hate Ron sometimes. Why the fuck does he crush on the same girl I do? What's the matter with him anyway?!
"Oi! Gin, been in there for 15 minutes, we're others that needs to use the bathroom too you know!" He yells. Like I care.
"Taking a shower. Go. Away." I yell back.
"Giiiinneeeeey!" He whines. Such a crybaby. "C'mon! Harry and Hermione's going to be here in like… an hour, and I want to use the bathroom too!"
HERMIONE!? And Harry? Well, Harry I can deal with, but HERMIONE!?
"Bugger off Ron! Go measure it somewhere else!" I yell, Okay, it seems I finally found a reason to get out of this heavenly watery goodness.
Ron mutters something about 'I'll give you something to measure', but goes away. Hey! Hermione'll be sleeping in my room. Next to me. In. My. Bed.
F u c k
I step out of the shower, drying myself with a blue towel, putting on some freshly washed clothes, and wrap the towel around my hair.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I hear running steps, it must be Ron. Nobody runs like an elephant as he does. I don't know why nobody has told him, but he runs like a retarded dementor. Oh, if you're not aware how stupid it looks, just imagine a dementor with legs, hopping at every other step, his head swinging from side to side. When people say: 'You run like a girl' and thinks it's a bad thing, it's because they've never seen my idiotic brother run. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love him, but there's only so much a girl can take.
There's just one thing I can't quite grasp. Hermione and me have been corresponding owls all summer so why wouldn't she tell me she was coming.?
I stop Ron at his entry to the bathroom. "Hey Ron, how'd you find out Hermione was coming?"
He stopped, looked intensely at the floor answering "Well, she owled.?"
I continued, he looked like he was holding something back. "Aaaand?"
"And.. " He sighed, "well, it was addressed to you, but I figured that Hermione was my friend most and she haven't written to me yet!" He answered back, in a thing between anger, longing, remorse and disappointment.
"You bloody idiot.! What if there was something important in it?"
What if she'd?. Written something that would make my life better? Like she had figured out we'd be the perfect couple? Okay, Gin, slow down, you're a moron, but Hermione isn't!
Ron shrugged. "Don't care?"
I dragged him by the ear, while he yelled out in pain. "MUM!"
Mum came up, disgruntled in the disturbance of her work. "What are you doing to your brother dear?"
"He snatched my letter from my friend! And stole it, holding it back, taking what was mine and-" I rambled, feeling justice needed to be done.
She looked sternly at Ron. "Ronald? What were you thinking!? That's just not right and you know it, I know I didn't raise you like that! Grounded. Don't interrupt. Only out of your room to bathroom visits and house chores."
"Muuum!" He whined once again, I was still holding him firmly by the ear, occasionally pinching harder to make him feel pain.
"Let go dear" Mum smiled at me, "Mum, when Hermione gets here, I guess she'll need dinner, so can we eat it in my room? And make Ron come with it?"
"Sure dear" mum said, turning on her heel, I let go of his ear, and he clung to his ear as if it would fall of right away. "Ronald come with me. Now."
"Mum! I've gotta pee!" "You can do it afterwards!" "Oh bugger.. Oh, Gin, letter's on my dresser. I'll get you for this…"
Ron left my sight, thank Merlin. Dickhead.
I went to his room, found a convolute with Hermione's neat handwriting.
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Ginny.
I'm coming to stay with you in a week. I'm so looking forward to it! We'll have so much fun. There's something important I must tell you, but I won't write about it. Let's just say it's got something to do with Ron.
(Bugger, she's in love with him still)
Sure, I'd love to sit together at the train, you know, Lavender wrote to me, asking if I thought she and Ron would make a great couple. God I hate her. I'll bring the letter when I leave, she's so pathetic!
I was kind of wondering if you'd like… to go to a concert with me? I Mean.. It's a muggle one, but still, I'm sure you'll like the band, more details to come love.
Well, got to go, cheers.
Love. Yours truly, - Hermione.
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How could Ron do this to me? Just wait till I'm done with him, he'll be my manservant for the rest of the year, just you watch…