Chapter one
The Christmas holidays are my favourite time of year. I become like a little child again. I revel in everything that I can. That year was no different I was just ludicrously happy. Isn't that a great phrase "ludicrously Happy." It was a few days after Christmas when everything began.
I was lying in the Common room half asleep sprawled across the couch reading while watching the shadows flicker against the walls of the common room. I was reading Daniel Deronda By George Elliot- one of my favourite muggle books. I can loose myself completely in it.
Harry had gone away to Sirius's house for the holidays, Ron and I had been invited but decided to let Him and Harry just enjoy being together for the first time. I wasn't too upset that Harry wasn't here because it gave me some time with Ron without ending up talking Quidittch.
The Other big plus was being the only ones left at school in Gryffindor house. We had spent are days doing whatever we felt like going wherever we chose and our evenings just reading in the common room or playing chess or snap. I was so happy but it was like something was missing.
I could look at Ron and just feel so complete and serene. We hardly ever fought anymore he had grown up from a little boy into a mature and funny kind man. Shame about me-I was still Hermione the little book worm. Serious and dull. Whatever I felt for Ron I was sure he didn't feel it back he would only like me as a friend. Ron had so many girlfriends a different one each week. My feeble attempts to date had just been embarrassing and painful. I would never be able to like anyone as much as I liked him.
That was why I found myself lying asleep on the couch at one in the morning waiting for him to come home after a particularly long detention with Snape. Ron had spent so many hours at quidditch practise over the years his body had become toned and strong. He wasn't a small bloke and couldn't walk lightly so as soon as he walked through the portrait hole I awoke from my slumber with a start and jerked up startled.
"woah slow down mione" Ron grinned at me. He looked tired and worn form all the ridiculous jobs Snape had made him do.
"You shouldn't have waited up" Ron gently chastised me coming to sit down next to me .
"I was no problem" I murmured "I'm not tired" I let out an enormous yawn.
"For a very clever witch you say some very silly things" Ron teased me. He came to sit down next to me. I started to get up to give him some more room but he grinned and said, "You look way to comfy for me to disturb you" Didn't he want to sit next to me. What he did next surprised me greatly, he picked my shoulders up a little way off the couch and sat down then he rested my head on his knees.
I was really uncomfortable why was Ron playing with me like this one minute we were all play the next it was strange he was taking the friendship thing a bit far. Not that It bothered me but I had to know it was real. I couldn't bare it if he was just playing around but it felt so nice.
Ron was playing with my hair while going on about Snape. I felt something inside me build. I just started at his face while he ranted suddenly I felt this uncontrollable urge to kiss him and damn the consequences. All that I could think about was how it would feel to have his lips on mine.
I sat up slowly and looked at him his lovely eyes before taking his face in my hands and kissing him. I will never forget that feeling. Everything was perfect for about five seconds before he pulled back.
I sat there and realised what a fool I had made of myself. I felt sick I had just ruined everything and got up to run away. What a class act Hermione way to go I thought I shouldn't just get out before I start to cry and loose all dignity I had left.
The Christmas holidays are my favourite time of year. I become like a little child again. I revel in everything that I can. That year was no different I was just ludicrously happy. Isn't that a great phrase "ludicrously Happy." It was a few days after Christmas when everything began.
I was lying in the Common room half asleep sprawled across the couch reading while watching the shadows flicker against the walls of the common room. I was reading Daniel Deronda By George Elliot- one of my favourite muggle books. I can loose myself completely in it.
Harry had gone away to Sirius's house for the holidays, Ron and I had been invited but decided to let Him and Harry just enjoy being together for the first time. I wasn't too upset that Harry wasn't here because it gave me some time with Ron without ending up talking Quidittch.
The Other big plus was being the only ones left at school in Gryffindor house. We had spent are days doing whatever we felt like going wherever we chose and our evenings just reading in the common room or playing chess or snap. I was so happy but it was like something was missing.
I could look at Ron and just feel so complete and serene. We hardly ever fought anymore he had grown up from a little boy into a mature and funny kind man. Shame about me-I was still Hermione the little book worm. Serious and dull. Whatever I felt for Ron I was sure he didn't feel it back he would only like me as a friend. Ron had so many girlfriends a different one each week. My feeble attempts to date had just been embarrassing and painful. I would never be able to like anyone as much as I liked him.
That was why I found myself lying asleep on the couch at one in the morning waiting for him to come home after a particularly long detention with Snape. Ron had spent so many hours at quidditch practise over the years his body had become toned and strong. He wasn't a small bloke and couldn't walk lightly so as soon as he walked through the portrait hole I awoke from my slumber with a start and jerked up startled.
"woah slow down mione" Ron grinned at me. He looked tired and worn form all the ridiculous jobs Snape had made him do.
"You shouldn't have waited up" Ron gently chastised me coming to sit down next to me .
"I was no problem" I murmured "I'm not tired" I let out an enormous yawn.
"For a very clever witch you say some very silly things" Ron teased me. He came to sit down next to me. I started to get up to give him some more room but he grinned and said, "You look way to comfy for me to disturb you" Didn't he want to sit next to me. What he did next surprised me greatly, he picked my shoulders up a little way off the couch and sat down then he rested my head on his knees.
I was really uncomfortable why was Ron playing with me like this one minute we were all play the next it was strange he was taking the friendship thing a bit far. Not that It bothered me but I had to know it was real. I couldn't bare it if he was just playing around but it felt so nice.
Ron was playing with my hair while going on about Snape. I felt something inside me build. I just started at his face while he ranted suddenly I felt this uncontrollable urge to kiss him and damn the consequences. All that I could think about was how it would feel to have his lips on mine.
I sat up slowly and looked at him his lovely eyes before taking his face in my hands and kissing him. I will never forget that feeling. Everything was perfect for about five seconds before he pulled back.
I sat there and realised what a fool I had made of myself. I felt sick I had just ruined everything and got up to run away. What a class act Hermione way to go I thought I shouldn't just get out before I start to cry and loose all dignity I had left.