Of Goodnights and Unwanted Teachers...
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Dedicated to: All my suffering Friends who can oh so totally relate to the story I am writing... and I'm sorry for that. But I swear I'm over it! It just makes a cute story!
NOTE: I am over it, so get over it! This is for the story's purpose. Z, you know what I mean.
"Oh, for Merlin's sake, I will not do that!"
"Come on, 'Mione, its only fun!"
"I simply refuse to take part in anything that involves terrorising First Years," said Hermione, shaking her head like she was annoyed, though deep down her heart was fluttering; it wasn't often she and Ron got to be alone doing patrol.
"Not terrorising, 'Mione. Just gentle poking," Ron laughed, and poked Hermione in the ribs to illustrate his point. She giggled and Ron continued tickling her, until she yelled to stop and they both looked up to realise how close their faces were...
Ron imagined it for a second. To kiss his 'Mione. He smiled to himself and released himself off of Hermione.
Hermione sighed to herself when Ron let go of her. It always had to stop, didn't it? It never seemed to work out for Hermione... They had barely walked a few more metres when another figure was seen in the corridor. Hermione felt a small blush creeping up on her cheek... why did she and Ginny have to talk (OK, more like gossip) about him that very evening during dinner... and, Hermione pointed out to herself, Ginny had bought up the subject of his good looks... it wasn't her. She just didn't... not talk about it. He was a teacher, for Merlin's sake. And her new Astrology teacher (A/N: lilacbookstar, I just couldn't put Arithmancy down. I couldn't bring myself to do it). Hermione looked up and saw he was smiling at her. She smiled back (what? It wasn't as though she fancied the guy. She'd just be mortifyingly embarrassed in front of him for the next few terms...)
"Hi, Professor," she beamed. He was a nice guy.
He tilted his hat forward as a joke. "Evening, m'lady."
Hermione nearly collapsed on the floor. And she kind of wished she did; she knew she was blushing like no one's business.
Ron looked sideways at Hermione. He wasn't doing Astrology, and barely recognised the new Professor. And why was Hermione so quiet? The teacher walked off past them down the corridor. Ron stole a glance at Hermione. It was cold, so she wore a scarf, but was it so cold she had to wrap it around her cheeks?
Hermione hid further behind her scarf. She was going to curse Ginny into the next world. How was he ever going to look anyone in the eye now? She couldn't even look at Ron...
"Shall I take that for you, m'lady," Ron said in his most posh voice. Hermione jumped about three feet in the air.
"My Goodness, Ronald, don't do that!" Hermione said, poking him. And in doing so, inevitably letting go of her scarf...
Ron's first thought was 'I made her blush! Score!' But then he realised that it wasn't him, and looked over his shoulder so the Professor walking around the corner. No! He said to himself. It couldn't be!
"Mione," Ron said, dragging out her name just to sound extra whiny.
Hermione opened her mouth to reply, but her teacher's head popped round the corner. "And I don't want that essay over four feet, missus!"
"Heh, heh," Hermione coughed weakly, and Ron added 2 and 2 and managed to get the answer...
"Merlin's Beard!" Ron yelled, despite the fact that the whole castle was (well, almost) asleep. "You have a crush on your tea–"
Ron stopped his sentence in midair, slightly because Hermione had uttered a threat of "If you dare say that out loud...", but he mostly shut up as she had said it about two centimetres form his face.
Ron's face blanked. And then he cackled loudly.
"You – you – no wonder you like school so – so much!" Ron gasped, having difficulty talking because of his laughter. He also had to keep up with Hermione, who was walking away from Ronald with great gusto. "It's 'cause you bloody –"
"Ronald, don't swear." They were approaching the Common Room.
"You fancy the teacher, you little –"
"Little what Ronald?" Hermione asked, very flushed and again, close enough to his face to just make him stutter (she was pleased to notice). Ron soon recovered; they were outside the Portrait Hole.
He burst out laughing one more time.
"You're really the teacher's pet!" he sniggered. "You fancy –"
"No, I don't," Hermione said with enough force for him to actually stop giggling.
"Oh yeah," Ron said, although a mix between Hermione being mad and an inch or so away from him were making him nervous. "So you who do you fancy?"
Hermione laughed, stepped back and thought 'what a cheek! ... But then maybe she should tell him; this would be the ideal moment...
Ron looked at Hermione, and stepped one step closer to her.
"Goodnight Ronald," she said with a small smile, and kissed him on the cheek, and disappeared through the Portrait hole.
Ron leant against the wall.
"Goodnight," he said, holding his hand to his cheek.
THE END!!!
And so I'm pretty sure YOU, lilacbookstar are laughing your rather brainy brain out of you mind, and I will never hear the end of this. But I don't care. I got a story out of it!