Few and far between
Growing up sucks. And not all kisses are magic and most boys do not live up to your expectations. But there are those times when everything, I mean… love, romance, relationships, all fall together perfectly and it's incredible. It's those moments, no matter how depressingly few and far between… that makes growing up worth it. -Joey, Dawson's Creek
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I wouldn't say that I haven't had my fair share of boyfriends. That people haven't come into my life touched it forever and then just flitted away on the tides of time. Sure, there are those I know I will never see again, but I don't think about that. I think about the ones that I will see.
And if I was to be kissed now, it wouldn't be first.
But I have to say, right now, if I was to be kissed by you, Ron, it would be the most incredible, wonderful feeling…
Almost like soaring.
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Hermione looked up from her homework, as Harry and Ron entered into the common room. It was nighttime and most had drifted up to bed. Hermione, on the other hand, had set up nervous, waiting for the two boys to return to the room. They had been wondering around Hogwarts, there knack for trouble egging them on. They were searching for a empty room, Harry had said, to hold meetings of a new group he was planning.
Hermione had figured it would be like the dark arts one.
Harry folded up his cloak, smiling at Hermione as leaned against the back of the chair across from her. Ron plopped down on the couch, slouching as if tired. "Doing homeword, at this hour?"
"Study schedules and charms. Professor Flitwick assigned a two parchment essay." Hermione smiled, "I finished the essay earlier today."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Figures."
Harry smiled, "Well, I'll be off to bed. See you two in the morning."
Hermione watched Harry disappear up the stairs before turning back to her schedules. She dipped her quill in ink and began to write again.
The last flickering of the fire was dying out. Candles sat on the table sending light dancing across the paper. Moonlight spilled through the arched windows, slithering across the stone floor like water.
The crackling of the fire and Hermione's quill was the only noise in the room.
Hermione, feeling Ron watching her, looked up. "What are you doing?" She asked with a laugh.
"Watching you," he said softly, scooting to the edge of his seat. " 'Mione, how long have we known each other? About six years," he answered for her.
"So, where are you going with this?" She had stopped writing, placing her quill down on her paper.
"Most of the time, I've imagined that you had some secret crush on Harry that you won't admit to because you don't want to become one of those crowds of girls who flock after him like he's a trophy." Hermione opened her mouth to speak, "No, Hermione, let me finish. If you did, you hid the crush well. If you do, then I'll get up and leave and we'll never mention what I'm about to say again…" Ron paused. "Hermione, I like you. I mean, I like you more than a friend."
"Ron…" Hermione smiled at the red-haired boy across the table. She rose to her feet, walking around the table to sit next to him. She brushed her fingertips across his cheek, "I like you too."
This was the moment Hermione had been waiting for. Wishing for.
This electrical current that sent sparks through both of them, causing their skin to tingle. The frantic beating of her heart telling her that this was what she wanted. That it wasn't a fling, or some two month relationship that would stagger on and not go anywhere.
This was the real thing. This could last.
This could be it.
"I like you too, Ron," she whispered again, placing a soft kiss on his lips.