Chapter 1: Force of the Fall

"Ron, will you stop eating?" Hermione bellowed at Ron over lunch on Saturday.

"Why?" Ron said through a mouthful of food, "Nobody's missing!"

"Shut up, Ron." Hermione winced before sticking her nose into a book. Ron and Harry had a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff that afternoon, they were quite sure about winning it. Ron stood up, brushing crumbs off his red and yellow Gryffindor Quidditch sweater.

"Ready?" Asked Ron, feebly. Harry nodded.

"You'll be fine, mate. Don't worry." Ron nodded back at Harry. It was Ron's first time playing Keeper. As the boys walked out of the hall, Hermione packed her books and followed them.

As the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff teams kicked off from the ground, the balls were released.

Harry darted off for the snitch whilst Ron flew to guard the scoring hoops. Suddenly the Hufflepuff Chaser made a run for the hoops.

As the Quaffle was released by the Chaser, Ron dipped and dived to catch it. Hermione held her breath in the stands. Ron caught the Quaffle to huge applause from the stands.

The game continued until, out of the blue, a Bludger was shot towards Ron. Hermione covered her eyes with her scarf. The Bludger went straight towards Ron's head and, before Ron knew, he was falling rapidly down to the ground.

Harry immediately landed along with the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor team. Hermione came running down to the pitch along with McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey.

Ron lay unconscious on the floor, blood streaming out of his head. His nose was bleeding terribly, it had snapped in the middle - obviously the Bludger had broken it. Hermione's eyes streamed as she saw Ron lying in pain.

Harry nominated Ginny to play as captain, before he and Hermione went with Ron to the hospital wing.

"He shall be ok, eventually." Said Madam Pomfrey, the word eventually making Hermione's mood dismal.

Harry left after a while to get changed and bring some dinner to the hospital wing. At Harry's departure Hermione burst into tears again. Her red lips slowly kissed Ron on the cheek. It felt strange, she'd always had a thing for Ron, but never as much as she did now. She felt passion towards him.

"I love you, Ron." She whispered in his ear just as Harry walked in.

Harry and Hermione ate their dinner before sitting with Ron for a while.

"It's getting late, Mione. We better be going to bed now." Harry said looking up at the clock - it was 9:47.

"Bye, Ron." Hermione whispered before following Harry to the common room.

The next day Hermione woke at 6:19. She quickly pulled on some denim jeans, a green top and a matching denim jacket. She slipped on her brown boots and ran down to the hospital wing. To her disappointment, Ron was still knocked out.

It wasn't until 8:34 that Harry appeared.

"Blimey Hermione, how long have you been here?" Asked Harry, looking at Hermione's hand in Ron's. He smiled, he had had a suspicion that Hermione loved Ron.

"Since 6." Hermione replied with a groan from her stomach.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Asked Harry. Hermione nodded. A few minutes later, Harry appeared with some scrambled eggs on toast for Hermione. Hermione ate it all up, before looking into Ron's eyes with deep love.

Harry noticed this and said "You love him don't you?" With a snigger.

"And what if I do?" She smiled at Harry.

"I knew it." Harry laughed.

Harry left the hospital wing at 10:00 to do his schoolwork.

"I must go, Mione," he said defiantly, "I have assignments to finish." Hermione smiled at him weakly. She was pleased he was getting his work done.

"Are you not coming too?" Asked Harry, shocked.

"No." Hermione looked at Ron's lips press to a smile, she looked back at Harry. "As much as I hate to say it, Ron is more important than any schoolwork."

Harry sniggered, "I think your in love," he called to Hermione as he left for the common room.

Once Harry was a safe distance away, Hermione turned at looked at Ron dreamily.

"I am in love," she whispered to Ron before kissing him on his scarred forehead.

Ron's eyes remained closed but a feeble voice came out of his mouth,

"I think we can do better than foreheads in a romantic time like this, Love." He whispered, opening his romantic green eyes.

Hermione gasped before giggling. Ron closed in on her and laughed.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. Ron's hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. Hermione ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

Ron drew back.

"Your beautiful." He whispered.

"Are you sure that's not the Force of the Fall?" Laughed Hermione, her lips wet and her breath smelling of Ron.

"No, Love. I'm sure." Ron smiled before they kissed again.

The next kiss was the kind that breaks open the sky. It stole their breath and gave it back. It shows that every other kiss they've had in their lives have been wrong. It was a kiss that made minutes last eternity.

Hermione was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours she'd spent with Ron - watching him talk, laugh and frown - that she would know all there was to know about his lips. But she hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed up against her own.

A/N: I'm a first time writer so feel sympathy for me! Please don't give hate, I am young and finding my feet in writing. I'll be surprised if I get any reads but - whatever! I'm in it for fun. If you do read please leave a constructive comment if you can, I'd be very happy to answer any questions about the story. Also sorry if it's short - I just wanted to get something published. Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with the world of Harry Potter including the characters, locations, creatures, etc. The wonderful genius J.K. Rowing does.