The Kiss
Chapter 1- Like or Love?
Ron Weasley opened his sapphire blue eyes and stared into the summer sky.
How long had he been sleeping? He did not remember; all her recalled was taking a short nap after breakfast.
He checked his watch. After breakfast? Why, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon!
He sighed and sat upright, then couldn't help grinning. The cloud overhead looked like Hermione's head! Another one closely resembled her cat, Crookshanks!
Wait a sec, Hermione? Why was she the constant subject in his head all summer? Why did everything, ranging from books to quills to cloud formations seem to always associate with her?
He absently rubbed his cheek, the same spot Hermione kissed in their fifth year,
He remembered it quite vividly.
He was in his Quidditch uniform. It was going to be his first match as Keeper and he was extremely nervous.
He quietly sat through breakfast without even touching his food. Even if he did, he somehow knew everything would taste like sawdust, the way his mouth dried up and his stomach wrenched at the thought of losing. He felt several piercing stares and a couple of mocking remarks coming from the Slytherin table, but he just ignored them.
He saw Harry in his uniform and felt even more nauseous. Maybe Harry was used to those insults, but he wasn't.
Then Hermione approached them and whispered something into Harry's ear. Then, by Merlin! She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
He would never forget that electric feeling when her lips lightly brushed his pale with worry cheeks and the crimson he flushed after.
Hermione again? Why was she the only thing he kept thinking about? They were just friends after all, nothing more, nothing less.
Ron tried to think of something else- like Quidditch for example, but Hermione never quite understood the sport…
Bloody hell! He was going off his rocker and he knew it. He clutched his head in his palms and sighed.
"Head ache, Ron?"
He almost jumped in surprise! He turned and thank Merlin that it was only Bill.
Ron shook his head and continued to act sulky and pathetic. He looked up, however, when he felt Bill's hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, Ron. I'm Bill, remember? You can tell me anything, you know that."
He just nodded. He knew he could confide in Bill. Throughout his life, he always did. Bill always gave the best advice and understood everything.
"It's-it's just I've been thinking about something all summer and it's freaking me out. Literally driving me nuts."
His older brother smiled knowingly. "It's about a girl, isn't it?"
Ron stared in disbelief. "How did you know?"
He shrugged. "Typical Weasley lovesick symptoms, sleepless thinking, day dreams, goofy face…I can read you like a book, mind you. So, who's the lucky girl?"
"It's Hermione."
"Hermione, aye? Isn't she your friend with the long brown hair? The muggle born one?"
"Yup, that's her."
"Ask her out then."
"What! She's just my friend, I don't like her beyond that!"
"Yes you do. I have a feeling that she likes you too."
Ron shook his head. "You're going mental on me, Bill. You're not making any sense at all."
He smirked. "Love never makes sense, dear brother of mine."
He then stood up, brushed the dirt of his trousers, and left Ron alone to ponder on what he just said.
A/N: Crappy, I know. First R/Hr fic...please be gentle.