Summary: Ron and Hermione start realizing their feelings for each other with the help of weird flying bugs that keep hanging around them. What are these mysterious things and why are the everywhere?
Rating: PG
1 of 5 Chapters
Disclaimer: I bow down to JKR, who is responsible for all of the characters in this story. (Did you actually think I made them up myself? Didn't think so…) She is the goddess of all writers. On to the fic!!!
Chapter One - A Bump in the NightBuzz.... buzzzzzzzz........ buzzzzzzz.....
A loud buzzing sound awoke Ron from his peaceful slumber. His eyes snapped open to the foreign noise. He was used to the sounds of Neville's snoring and Harry's tossing and turning, but this buzzing noise was definitely not a familiar one.
Buzzzz.... buzzzzzz........ buzzzz.....bzz...bzz...bzzzzzzz
He rolled over onto his back, and felt something thrashing about in his ear. Then as suddenly as it appeared, it disappeared. Ron immediately began swatting furiously at his ears. "Stupid fly," he thought groggily. He rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
Buzzz.... buzzzz....
"Argh! At it again?" he whispered angrily into the air.
Ron let his eyes adjust to the darkness before making another move. The fly was zooming wildly against his bed curtains, probably trying to find a way to escape. He saw it sail over his head and towards the wall behind him. Slowly, Ron rolled over onto his stomach, and then onto his knees. He saw a tiny black speck on the wall in front of him that he suspected was the fly. He cautiously leaned off the mattress a little, reaching down to pick up one of the school books that littered the floor around his bed. He lifted the book up in line with the speck.
"Rest in peace little bugger," he said quietly. He pulled the book back a little, took aim, and then...
WHAM!!!!!!
Book connected with wall, emitting an extremely loud bang. Someone groaned loudly, and he heard the sudden violent rustling of bed sheets. Ron winced, suddenly realizing that he obviously wasn't in the dorm alone. There were four other boys there besides him. And waking up to a loud bang wasn't much better than waking up to an obnoxious buzzing noise. He felt a little guilty. He opened his bed curtains and peered out.
Harry, Seamus and Dean were rolling and mumbling a little, but they weren't fully awake. Neville, of course, was still snoring peacefully. Now that was ironic. All three of them slept with their curtains open. He had his closed that night, yet the bug still had found a way to get into his. Of all the people to choose!
Buzzz.... buzzzz....
Ron's eyes narrowed dangerously. Hadn't he gotten rid of that already? The fly was still zooming back and forth across his bed. He tried unsuccessfully to clap it between his hands several times, but to no avail. The stupid thing was just too fast. With a low groan, Ron sat up and pulled open his bed curtains all the way. He stood up, rubbed his eyes a little, and made his way across the room towards the door. With that annoying bug there, he'd never get any sleep. He decided to go rest down in the common room for a while. Everyone else would be getting up in an hour or so anyway.
He made his way down the spiral staircase, and walked towards one of the big chairs facing the fireplace. He didn't notice the footsteps behind him, following him silently down the stairs. He was about to sit down when he noticed the chair was already occupied.
Hermione Granger was sprawled sideways on the chair, legs dangling off one of the sides. Her eyes were closed, and a book rested open on her stomach.
Ron grinned.
Two identical pairs of eyes were watching this scene from the stairs. One of them sniggered, but the other one shut him up quickly.
"Hermione, sunshine, wake up, you've got company!" he said in a high-pitched whisper, if high-pitched whispers are even possible at all. Hermione stirred a little, but did not open her eyes. "Mmmph, go away Lavender," she mumbled. "Just a few more minutes."
Suppressing a laugh, Ron bent over a little and got right up in Hermione's face, eye to eye with her.
"WAKEUP!!!!" he said loudly.
Hermione's eyes shot open, and then widened in surprise. It was a very, very, scary thing to wake up with someone's face right in front of yours. She gave a little yelp of shock, and jumped up almost a foot in the air. She toppled off the chair right into Ron, knocking him off balance. They both fell to the floor, with Hermione sprawled on top of Ron's chest. They were eye to eye again, but this time, Hermione's eyes were open, and full of fury.
Ron's breath caught in his throat. She sure looks adorable when she's angry, he thought. Then he quickly shoved that thought into the back of his mind. He shouldn't be thinking those things about Hermione. Should he? He was about to push her off and get up, but she was quicker. She got up onto her knees, one on each side of Ron, and clamped her hands around his wrists, shoving them down on the ground by his ears.
The pairs of eyes from the stairs both widened.
Wow, she's really quick, Ron thought absently.
"If you ever, ever, try and scare me like that again, I'll beat you to a pulp," she threatened.
Ron's eyes twinkled. He grinned.
"What??" she asked, suspiciously. She looked a little nervous.
"Do you really think that you are stronger than me?" he said, laughing a little.
Hermione made a very distorted, angry looking face. "Yes," she said, indignantly.
Quick as a whip, Ron twisted his elbows to the sides, and pushed Hermione backwards. She fell back onto the ground, and Ron suddenly had her wrists in the same way she just had his. She struggled to get free, but he was too strong.
"Think again," he said, grinning wider than ever now.
The two people on the stairs head another person coming down, and shuffled quickly back into their room.
"What on earth are you two doing?" came the new voice from the stairs.
Ron and Hermione quickly stumbled to get up, knocking heads in the process.
"Owwwwwww," Ron whined, rubbing his head.
"Oh stop it, you wimp," stated Hermione, giving him a dirty look.
Ron gave her a dirtier look in return.
They turned towards the voice. Harry was standing on the bottom step, in his pajamas. His hair was still sticking up all over the place, and his eyes were still a little droopy.
"What are you doing?" Harry repeated.
They started speaking in unison, arms flying all over the place in order to emphasize their reasons. Hermione stopped and gave Ron another look.
"My side first," she said stubbornly.
"Fine."
"Well," she started. "I was napping peacefully on this here chair," she said, pointing vaguely towards a chair by the fireplace, "And he," she pointed an accusing finger in Ron's face, "got up right in my face and scared me half to death!!!!!" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why weren't you sleeping in your room?" asked Harry.
Hermione made an angry noise. He didn't even care what Ron had done. Typical. Ron could get away with anything. "There was some stupid fly in my bed, and I couldn't get rid of it. So I came down here."
Ron's eyes widened. He looked at her with his mouth open. "There was a fly in your bed too?" he asked, unbelievingly.
"Why? There was one in yours as well? Just a coincidence I suppose," she said quickly, obviously peeved on how off-topic they were getting.
"I guess so...a coincidence," said Ron.
"Ormaybefate," coughed Harry suddenly. He cleared his throat several times and tried to look innocent.
Hermione glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, nothing," said Harry, turning a little red. "But Ron scaring you doesn't explain why you two were groping on the floor." The red in Harry's face seemed to disappear and fly into Ron's.
Hermione, in turn, had turned a brilliant shade of pink and sputtered, "We....he....I....we were NOT groping! He viciously attacked me!!!!!"
"What?!?!" cried Ron in surprise. "Viciously attacked?!"
Yet another infamous blazing row began. Ron and Hermione were so wrapped up in fighting each other, they didn't notice Harry turn to go back up the boy's staircase. Those two are so meant to be, if they would just stop being so defensive and actually let their guards down once in a while...who knows what would happen, he thought, as Ron and Hermione's yells became more distant. If they kept going at the volume they were yelling at, their fight would soon wake all of Gryffindor Tower, which, it eventually did.
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