A/N: I've been wanting to write a fanfic for a while and when I heard the song Could it be? by Christy Carlson Romano I couldn't help but think of Ron and Hermione. Downlad it or look up the lyrics and you'll see what I mean. Anywho this is my first fanfic so please be nice but I won't get upset if you don't like it. Well, there isn't much more to say so full sail ahead I say.
Summary: The golden trio's 7th year. What do you expect to happen? Hormone-ridden teenagers at a magical school when the entire Wizarding World is at war. Are you going to expect anything less than dangerous adventures, romances to pull at your heartstrings, intense battles, and maybe a loss or two? Just when you think things can't get more intense Ron has a secret that of course he shares with Harry and Hermione. But how does it affect them?
Disclaimer: I own nothing at least not yet. I think. This will make it a hell of a lot easier. I own whatever JKR doesn't own.
Could It Be?
Chapter 1: Returning One Last Time
It's incredible that time seems to drag on forever when you are in the now but when you look back to the past it is equally incredible how that same time seems to have gone by too fast. Hermione walked towards the scarlet steam-engine that she would see for the last time this year. As she stared at the Hogwarts Express, she remembered the red-haired boy she had first encountered on this train sitting with The-Boy-Who-Lived. Hermione laughed when she remembered how annoyed Ron got when she mentioned the dirt on his nose.
"And may I ask what you are laughing at, Hermione?" asked the tall, freckly red-head as he walked up to her with his belongings.
'Wow he looks great.' Hermione thought to herself. 'God, I don't think of Ron that way anymore do I? I gave up on him a while ago didn't I? He was too daft to realize I had feelings for him. Could it be?' While she thought of all of this Ron gave her a funny look because Hermione's eyes were starting to glaze over.
'I wonder what is going on inside her mind?' Ron thought to himself, 'She looks totally different but a good diffferent. Could it be that I like her as more than a friend?'
Ron just looked at her with his infamous lop-sided grin thinking about how much his big-toothed, bushy-haired bookworm had changed. Hermione suddenly jolted out of her pensive state and looked up into his sea-blue eyes.
"So what were you thinking about or was it one of those times you were you just kind of here but not here. You know trapped inside your own mind!" Ron said with what he thought to be an intelligent look.
"Oh very deep and sophisticated Ronald. You could be a philosopher," Hermione replied sarcastically, "but on serious terms I was actually thinking about the first day I met you and Harry."
"What about him and Harry?" came a voice from behind the two. The pair of them jumped.
"Shit, Harry you scared the bloody living daylights out of me!" shrilled Hermione as she turned around to see who, well, scared the bloody living daylights out of her.
"Hermione, I am appalled at such language!" Ron said with mock disapproval, "I thought I'd never see the day when Hermione Jane Granger sweared."
Harry following Ron's lead said, "It is very unacceptable for young ladies your age to be saying such profanities, Miss Granger!" Ron laughed at this, no longer being able to keep a straight face, because Harry had just sounded very much like Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House.
"Oh you two are too much!" Hermione said punching them both playfully on the arm, "I think we'd better start boarding the train."
"We don't need to board the train for another 20 minutes. Oh wait, Miss Head Girl must do everything even more perfect than she used to." Harry said to her. Ron erupted into gails of laughter. The giggling guys finally agreed to board the train after a death glare from Hermione still chuckling lightly.
After Hermione scolded them for being "insufferable children" did they cease their laughter. Ten minutes later Hermione was knee-deep in a book, Harry and Ron were playing Wizard's Chess while eating the corned beef sandwiches Ron's mum had packed since the food cart had not passed. No matter how immersed they were in there avtivities, all of them looked up when the sliding door of the compartment opened to reveal Ginny, Neville, and Luna. They settled themselves down. Luna pulled out a copy of the Quibbler, Neville watched the progress of the chess game, and Ginny was just sitting there watching the progress of the cabin's occupants. Ten minutes more passed and the train was winding its way north to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
