So Much More – Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is my first fic so please be kind. It's a Ron/Hermoine romance so please don't flame me if you don't like the coupling.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Everything is the property of the brilliant J.K. Rowling.


Seventeen year-old Ron Weasley woke with a start. The bright June sunlight caused him to squint his eyes as he heard a door slam. Must be Harry going down for breakfast. I better get up, he thought. Why didn't he wake me up?

Even with his eyes closed he could tell that he wasn't in his own bed. Opening his eyes slowly, his view slid over mounds of make-up and piles of clothing. He decided that he must be in the girls' dorm. But why?, he asked himself.

Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that he wasn't in bed alone. Looking to his left, his blue eyes rested on his fellow classmate Hermoine Granger. Panicking, he checked to make sure they were both clothed. He sighed with relief as he looked down at his own jeans and T-shirt. This is too weird, Ron thought as he rubbed his head. He had one killer headache.

Turning his gaze on Hermoine he gasped. Clad only in a tight black skirt that hit her mid-thighs and a tank top riding dangerously low on her chest with her dark shiny hair spilling all over her pillow, she woke Ron up in a way that was much better than his usual morning cup of coffee. As the typical seventeen year-old male he thanked the Lord that Dumbledore had permitted them to wear Muggle clothing during the last term since it was too hot for their usual black robes. He should be made a saint, Ron thought.

Attempting to sit up he also discovered that her arm was splayed across his chest. He removed it gently, gazing at her small and delicate hands. The only problem now was that Hermoine's slim legs were tangled with his. I need to get out of here before Lavender and Parvati get back. That's the last thing I need, for those two to make a scene over something that didn't happen. Or did it? Ron considered the possibility and was surprised that it didn't disgust him. Or rather it gave him a funny felling just below his navel…kind of like using a Portkey. Ron remembered that those belly-button jerks were occurring more and more frequently, especially when he was in Hermoine's company.

"Mione? Wake up, " Ron whispered, desperetly.
"Mmmm…. Ron? Is that you?"
"Yeah. What in the hell am I doing here?" he asked, sharply.
Hermoine sat up looking indignant. "As I recall, last night you were so drunk that I had to drag you home from the Three Broomsticks."
"Why didn't you just take me to my room then? And how did I get drunk off of butterbeer? There isn't any alcohol in it."
"You slept in my room because every time I left yours you started yelling for me to come back. And you didn't get drunk off butterbeer, you prat! Dean convinced Madame Rosmerta that since we were graduating on Friday to give us 'something a little stronger', as he put it."
"Oh…well…thanks."
"No problem. Now get lost. I have to shower and get ready for breakfast."
Ron climbed out of bed and stumbled towards the door, avoiding a large pile of jeans in the middle of the floor.
"Oh, and Hermoine?"
"Yeah?" she called from the opposite side of the room, rummaging around for her bathrobe.
"Nice outfit."











Author's Note: More coming in Part II. I'll explain Hermoine's outfit and Ron will have a couple of flashbacks. We'll also see the rest of the gang. Read and Review!