Okay so for those of you have been reading the first The Privacy Problem story, know that, that was not the actually story. So anyway enjoy this!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I wouldn't have killed Tonks, Fred, Lupin, or Sirius. Now maybe someone like Mundungus or Umbridge, but not them.
Chapter 1:
The lights in the kitchen were dim. The summer breeze flowed softly in the atmosphere. And the sound of the water running and the swishing sounds of the broom was all that could be heard. Everything was quiet. He and I were the only ones in the room. But I had way to much pride to give in just yet. And so did he.
All this over a silly fight over dinner was sort of ridiculous. But like I said, too much pride- dangerous thing.
I can hardly remember what it was about. Napkins? Passing him a roll? I don't know. But I do know that I miss the sound of his voice already. I didn't have this problem before we started dating. I didn't have these leftover feelings. you know? The kind where you miss just the little things. The touch of each others skin. The soft kisses you both exchange just because. Things like that.
I looked over to him. He was sweeping the floor aggresively. His expression was blank but I knew he was thinking.
I picked up the towel lying on the counter and began to dry each dish. I knew it would take me about 30 minutes to dry, it took me 45 minutes to wash them. The only downside to staying with Ron's entire family was this.
I realized the sound of Ron sweeping stopped. I turned around only to find Ron standing behind me with another towel in his hand.
"Figured you'd want some help", he said quietly.
I nodded. I couldn't believe he'd been the first to give in. He never gave in to a fight back at Hogwarts'. Could he be maturing? I think so.
It took us ten minutes to dry all of the dishes.
I looked up at him as he put up the last dish.
"Thankyou", I said.
"You're welcome", he replied.
I was so lucky to have him. Just the thought of him is enough to make me feel happy. He was so stubborn, inconsistent, rude, and lazy. But at the same time he's strong, smart, funny, and brave. And I wouldn't change a thing about him. He's perfect in my eyes. Ten years ago I would've never though I'd end up with Ron, but I'm glad I did.
He folded up the towel and placed it on the counter and looked up at me. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at him the whole time. He looked a little tired. His long red hair was shaggy and rugged. His eyes looked a little hazy.
Before I knew what I was doing, I kissed him. He stumbled a bit, but I led him over to the counter. I sat on the top of one and pulled him in for another kiss. This one was deepend. Our tongues collided a bit, but it didn't matter. We both fought for dominance. I'd glide my tongue across his teeth. And then he began to suck on my tongue. And I just gave up. I began to weaken as he deepend the kiss even further. I ran my hands up his shirt, then his neck, and then his hair. I began to tug at it a little, and broke the kiss. just as he was about to protest I trailed kisses down the corner of his mouth to his neck and I began to suck on it.
He groaned and ran his hands up under my shirt. I shivered at his touch. He tugged at my shirt. I stobbed sucking on his neck and took off my shirt and tossed it to the floor. And just as he was about to approach me for another kiss, I pushed him away and tugged at his shirt. He took off his shirt to reveal his smooth, broad, muscular chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in for another kiss. I ran my fingers throug his hair and pulled him closer to me.
Suddenly I heard someone gasping from the kitchen doorway. Ron and I jumped away from each other. Fleur and Bill were standing in the doorway jaws dropped, and eyes wide. I hopped off of the counter and quickly grabbed my shirt.
"Oh my goodness", gasped Fleur. I hastily put on my shirt.
"Bill, please, do not tell anyone about this", Ron pleaded as he picked up his shirt.
"I-I- I won't", Bill said.
"What are you all doing down here theez late at night?", Fleur asked.
"We were cleaning up", I said.
"J-Just go upstairs", Bill said. I nodded. I took Ron's hand and hastily walked out of the kitchen.
"That was so humiliating", I said. Ron turned to me.
'What?", he asked. his expression still looked shocked.
"I said that this was humiliating", I said again.
"I know", he whispered. We walked up the stairs and stopped at Ginny's door. We looked at each other. He still looked a little shaken.
"Well that was awkward", Ron said. I nodded.
"Yeah, it was", I said.
We both stood there silently for a while. Ron began to laugh.
"What's so funny?", I asked. He shook his head.
"I've never seen Bill look so frightened", Ron said. He began to laugh even harder. I wish I could've been mad at him about it but I laughed with him. The look on Fleur's face was priceless.
"Why did you kiss me down there anyway? I didn't do anything", Ron said as the laughter died down. I smiled at him.
"Because you helped me", I said. He grinned.
"I'm gonna have to help you dry the dishes more often", Ron said. I laughed. He leaned down to kiss me. I ran my fingers through his hair (I had a habit of doing that).
He took my hands in his. They were big, calloused, and warm. My hands fit perfectly in his. I broke the kiss and I pressed my forehead on his.
"I love you Ron", I said.
"I love you too, Hermione", he replied.
We stood in front of Ginny's door with our forheads pressed together, holding hands, occasionally kissing. For what felt like hours. But it was okay because it was Ron. And if I could live in this moment forever I would.
We pulled away and let go of each others hands.
"Goodnight", I said.
"Goodnight", he said.
I went into Ginny's room and lied down on my bed. No pajamas. I just lied down, and closed my eyes.
I silently thanked Ron. For being a part of my life.
I'm sorry for the delay. Anyway I hope you enjoyed.
Sincerely,
Jay