That Kiss by nOvAlEe
(A/N: NO FLAMES! I got SO many for my last fic its not even funny! People dont appreciate good drama. Anyway... This is a short story. I put a twist on the fourth years' Yule Ball for Ron and Hermione...)
Hermione was at the ball.....WITH VIKTOR KRUM! Ron was repulsed. She was fraternizing with the enemy! Not to mention the fact that he was madly in love with her. She looked flushed, like she was having the time of her life. Ron was overwhelmed with anger. Harry, his best freind, was off dancing with is date. Fred, his most understanding brother, was with his date, having the seizure that he called dancing. Padma Patil had abandoned him for some pansy Beaubaxtons boy. Ron was not exactly having fun. He stared off into blank space, fantasizing about what it would be like to have Hermione's love. Suddenly, Hermione plopped into a chair beside Ron. "I love you" he wanted to say
"Where's your darling?" he asked scornfully instead.
"He's off getting drinks" said Hermione, equally as scornful.
"Why are you betraying Harry like that? Its just wrong!" Ron asked more angrily than he had meant to be.
"Why are you being so irrevelant towards this? Don't you ever stop to think that he might be a nice person?" Hermione said furiously.
Harry saw the angry eexpressions on Ron and Hermione's faces over Parvati's shoulder. "Please make them stop fighting. It wont be good for Ron." Harry thought. He saw Ron storm out of the Great Hall.
"Uh oh, not good" he muttered.
"What?" asked Parvati "I didnt hear you"
"Nothing" replied Harry.
Ron stalked out the door. Hermione couldn't see how much he loved her. Ron was furious with himself for not saying that he loved her right off the bat. He slammed his fist into the wall out of anger. The hard stone of the castle bruised his hand. He sat down in a chair and nursed his stinging hand, thinking only of Hermione. He loved her SO MUCH and she just didnt love him. He could slam his head into that stone wall and kill himself, ending it all. "If only she loved me" he thought. His mind drifted off into one of his fantasys. Hermione strode through the doors and turned on Ron.
"Why are you being such a jerk tonight?" she asked, practically shaking with anger. Ron in his haze of anger and love, lunged at her. His lips touched hers. Hermione tried to pull away, but she softened under Ron's kiss. They finally pulled away from each other. Ron looked deeply into Hermione's eyes.
"Wow" he said simply.
"Yeah. Shut up." Hermione leaned towards Ron. They kissed again, this time longer and softer. Ron ran his hands through Hermione's hair, mussing her elegant bun slightly. He placed his hands, which were hanging limply by his sides around Hermione's waist. They pulled away from each other again. Ron leaned his forehead against Hermione's.
"I love you, Hermione" he murmered. Hermione pulled away from Ron.
"I'm not sure, Ron." she said uncertainly.
"What do you mean" Ron asked, stepping towards Hermione. She stepped away.
"Viktor..I.." she stammered.
"Come on, Hermione! You actually still like Viktor after that kiss? That was amazing for me" Ron said. He couldn't believe he was pouring out his heart to the girl he loved. "I love you and there is nothing you can say to change that. Please...I love you."
"I cant, Ron" Hermione cried. She ran out of the dark corridor and back into the Great Hall. Ron leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. He couldnt believe it! She STILL didnt love him. He sat there on the cold stone floor for a while. After about ten minutes, Ron got up shakily and wiped the tears off his face. He walked into a nearby boys' toilet. He splashed some cold water in his face and dropped a bit in his eyes to do away witht he redness. He dried off and walked back to the Great Hall. Padma Patil was sitting back in her chair and Ron walked up to her.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
"Finally!" Padma said. She got up and the two walked onto the dance floor. Ron looked over at Hermione who was staring at her bottle of butterbeer in disbelief. Ron felt a pang of guilt, but he knew that she loved him and that she would say yes to the question he was going to ask the following day....
(A/N: NO FLAMES! I got SO many for my last fic its not even funny! People dont appreciate good drama. Anyway... This is a short story. I put a twist on the fourth years' Yule Ball for Ron and Hermione...)
Hermione was at the ball.....WITH VIKTOR KRUM! Ron was repulsed. She was fraternizing with the enemy! Not to mention the fact that he was madly in love with her. She looked flushed, like she was having the time of her life. Ron was overwhelmed with anger. Harry, his best freind, was off dancing with is date. Fred, his most understanding brother, was with his date, having the seizure that he called dancing. Padma Patil had abandoned him for some pansy Beaubaxtons boy. Ron was not exactly having fun. He stared off into blank space, fantasizing about what it would be like to have Hermione's love. Suddenly, Hermione plopped into a chair beside Ron. "I love you" he wanted to say
"Where's your darling?" he asked scornfully instead.
"He's off getting drinks" said Hermione, equally as scornful.
"Why are you betraying Harry like that? Its just wrong!" Ron asked more angrily than he had meant to be.
"Why are you being so irrevelant towards this? Don't you ever stop to think that he might be a nice person?" Hermione said furiously.
Harry saw the angry eexpressions on Ron and Hermione's faces over Parvati's shoulder. "Please make them stop fighting. It wont be good for Ron." Harry thought. He saw Ron storm out of the Great Hall.
"Uh oh, not good" he muttered.
"What?" asked Parvati "I didnt hear you"
"Nothing" replied Harry.
Ron stalked out the door. Hermione couldn't see how much he loved her. Ron was furious with himself for not saying that he loved her right off the bat. He slammed his fist into the wall out of anger. The hard stone of the castle bruised his hand. He sat down in a chair and nursed his stinging hand, thinking only of Hermione. He loved her SO MUCH and she just didnt love him. He could slam his head into that stone wall and kill himself, ending it all. "If only she loved me" he thought. His mind drifted off into one of his fantasys. Hermione strode through the doors and turned on Ron.
"Why are you being such a jerk tonight?" she asked, practically shaking with anger. Ron in his haze of anger and love, lunged at her. His lips touched hers. Hermione tried to pull away, but she softened under Ron's kiss. They finally pulled away from each other. Ron looked deeply into Hermione's eyes.
"Wow" he said simply.
"Yeah. Shut up." Hermione leaned towards Ron. They kissed again, this time longer and softer. Ron ran his hands through Hermione's hair, mussing her elegant bun slightly. He placed his hands, which were hanging limply by his sides around Hermione's waist. They pulled away from each other again. Ron leaned his forehead against Hermione's.
"I love you, Hermione" he murmered. Hermione pulled away from Ron.
"I'm not sure, Ron." she said uncertainly.
"What do you mean" Ron asked, stepping towards Hermione. She stepped away.
"Viktor..I.." she stammered.
"Come on, Hermione! You actually still like Viktor after that kiss? That was amazing for me" Ron said. He couldn't believe he was pouring out his heart to the girl he loved. "I love you and there is nothing you can say to change that. Please...I love you."
"I cant, Ron" Hermione cried. She ran out of the dark corridor and back into the Great Hall. Ron leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. He couldnt believe it! She STILL didnt love him. He sat there on the cold stone floor for a while. After about ten minutes, Ron got up shakily and wiped the tears off his face. He walked into a nearby boys' toilet. He splashed some cold water in his face and dropped a bit in his eyes to do away witht he redness. He dried off and walked back to the Great Hall. Padma Patil was sitting back in her chair and Ron walked up to her.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
"Finally!" Padma said. She got up and the two walked onto the dance floor. Ron looked over at Hermione who was staring at her bottle of butterbeer in disbelief. Ron felt a pang of guilt, but he knew that she loved him and that she would say yes to the question he was going to ask the following day....
