Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That wonderful duty goes to J.K.
Rowling and Warner Brothers Inc.
Author's Note: Pure R/Hr fluff. Sorry to all those fluff haters; flame if you'd like. But I believe that that occasional fluff is needed, so I have done my part to aid all the fluff seekers. Did any of that actually make sense? I didn't think so. R/R anyway. I promise my story is little saner than this dumb Author's Note!
The Angels Have Sung
I always dreamed that my first kiss would be amazing. Angels would sing; I'd see fireworks, the whole kit and caboodle. But my first kiss had come and gone. No offense to Viktor, but really the guy was 18 and couldn't pronounce my name. And well, when he actually worked up the nerve to kiss me... No singing, no fireworks, no nothing.
Boy, those movies and books had really gotten me hyped up for no reason. Kissing was nothing more than lips touching, definitely nothing special. At least, that's what I thought until I met Ron. Technically I already knew Ron; he was my best friend, but I didn't know this Ron.
"Hey Mione," Ron called after me. I was in no mood to talk, but if anyone could make me feel better, it would be the one person who got away with calling me Mione.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, so I'm not allowed to talk to my bestest friend in the whole wide world?" he asked flashing me the smile that made girls like Parvati and Lavender go weak at the knees.
"Yep, new law, so go away," I said casually.
"Let me guess. It's a new law from the latest addition of 'Hogwarts: A History,' right under the part where you can't apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts' grounds?" he added sarcastically. "All right then, Miss Hermione, I have but one request. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at midnight." With that, he jogged away
After much debate with myself and my roommates, I decided to go. I borrowed the Marauders' Map from Harry (apparently Ron had already taken the invisibility cloak.) He told me to 'have fun' and gave me the oddest smile. Those two were definitely up to something.
After what seemed like the longest trip up to the Astronomy Tower, I took a deep breath and opened the heavy, oak door. It took a second for Ron to realize I was there. He was sitting on the window seat, eyes glued on the stars. "Hermione," he said as he slowly turned his head. I smiled at him and got the funnies knot in my stomach.
Lavender's words came flooding back to my brain. "He's probably going to declare his undying love for you. Oh, Hermione, you're so lucky!" I had laughed and denied everything, but now the idea sounded more appealing.
He waved me over and made room so I could sit next to him.
"I have something to tell you," he said taking my hand. I glanced down at our interlocked hands, and then I looked up at him. The moon was making his brown eyes dance with excitement. What he said next, I have no clue. All I knew was in the next second his lips were on mine. I melted.
That night the angels sang. I saw fireworks dancing across the back of my eyelids. The whole kit and caboodle. And if you think that was the last time I heard the angels, think again. It's been three months since that fateful night, and I still hear the angels sing. I think I have their song memorized by now.
Author's Note: Pure R/Hr fluff. Sorry to all those fluff haters; flame if you'd like. But I believe that that occasional fluff is needed, so I have done my part to aid all the fluff seekers. Did any of that actually make sense? I didn't think so. R/R anyway. I promise my story is little saner than this dumb Author's Note!
The Angels Have Sung
I always dreamed that my first kiss would be amazing. Angels would sing; I'd see fireworks, the whole kit and caboodle. But my first kiss had come and gone. No offense to Viktor, but really the guy was 18 and couldn't pronounce my name. And well, when he actually worked up the nerve to kiss me... No singing, no fireworks, no nothing.
Boy, those movies and books had really gotten me hyped up for no reason. Kissing was nothing more than lips touching, definitely nothing special. At least, that's what I thought until I met Ron. Technically I already knew Ron; he was my best friend, but I didn't know this Ron.
"Hey Mione," Ron called after me. I was in no mood to talk, but if anyone could make me feel better, it would be the one person who got away with calling me Mione.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, so I'm not allowed to talk to my bestest friend in the whole wide world?" he asked flashing me the smile that made girls like Parvati and Lavender go weak at the knees.
"Yep, new law, so go away," I said casually.
"Let me guess. It's a new law from the latest addition of 'Hogwarts: A History,' right under the part where you can't apparate or disapparate on Hogwarts' grounds?" he added sarcastically. "All right then, Miss Hermione, I have but one request. Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at midnight." With that, he jogged away
After much debate with myself and my roommates, I decided to go. I borrowed the Marauders' Map from Harry (apparently Ron had already taken the invisibility cloak.) He told me to 'have fun' and gave me the oddest smile. Those two were definitely up to something.
After what seemed like the longest trip up to the Astronomy Tower, I took a deep breath and opened the heavy, oak door. It took a second for Ron to realize I was there. He was sitting on the window seat, eyes glued on the stars. "Hermione," he said as he slowly turned his head. I smiled at him and got the funnies knot in my stomach.
Lavender's words came flooding back to my brain. "He's probably going to declare his undying love for you. Oh, Hermione, you're so lucky!" I had laughed and denied everything, but now the idea sounded more appealing.
He waved me over and made room so I could sit next to him.
"I have something to tell you," he said taking my hand. I glanced down at our interlocked hands, and then I looked up at him. The moon was making his brown eyes dance with excitement. What he said next, I have no clue. All I knew was in the next second his lips were on mine. I melted.
That night the angels sang. I saw fireworks dancing across the back of my eyelids. The whole kit and caboodle. And if you think that was the last time I heard the angels, think again. It's been three months since that fateful night, and I still hear the angels sing. I think I have their song memorized by now.