Surprisingly Well
Nefertiri's Handmaiden
Disclaimer: I'll put this really clear for you; I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
Note: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please go easy on reviews.
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"Tell her."
Ron looked up from staring subtly at Hermione to Harry, who had just sat down across from him.
"What?"
"Oh, you know, you stupid git. If you keep pining away while she's three feet in front of you, AND available, I might have to throw up. Or hit you. You're driving us insane."
"Us?"
"Me, your family, the other Gryfindors, the rest of the school. Just about everyone on the planet."
"Everyone knows?"
"Everyone but Hermione. She likes you too, Ron."
"Really?"
"Oh yes."
"So I should really tell her? I have a chance?"
"You have more than a chance, mate. You have a girl."
"Right then. I'll tell her." Ron stood up and started walking toward the bushy-haired object of his affection, who was reading a book. He'd nearly gone a foot when he lost his nerve. "Tomorrow."
Harry grabbed him and pushed him forward. "Now."
Ron took a deep breath and stopped in front of Hermione. "Um, Hermione?"
She looked up and blinked at him. "Yes?"
"Can I talk to you privately?"
She looked at him in confusion. "Of course, Ron."
They walked out through the Portrait Hole and stopped not far away.
"Hermione, I. . ."
"Yes?"
"If I tell you something, you have to promise not to laugh, or be angry."
"Ron, what-"
"Promise."
"All right. I promise."
Ron took a deep breath. 'Here goes,' he thought. "Hermione Granger, I love you."
For a minute Hermione did nothing but stare at him. After about ten seconds Ron started to get nervous.
"Hermione?"
"Oh, Ron."
'Uh-oh,' he thought.
"I love you too."
'Really?' "Really?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
Hermione giggled. Ron smiled, loving the sound.
"Well," she said, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
He grinned goofily and wrapped his arms around her small waist. She put hers around his neck, and he lowered his lips to hers.
It was magic.
After approximately ten minutes, Ron and Hermione separated.
"Wow," he said again.
"Yeah," she breathed.
Then he started to laugh. He picked her up and spun her around. When he set her down again, they were both laughing and a little dizzy. "I'm so excited," Ron stated.
"Me too."
After a while they re-entered the Common Room. They kissed softly at the Portrait Hole entrance, ignoring the whistles and cat-calls being made unanimously by the other Gryfindors, who now hoped that the famous Ron- Hermione fights would end.
Hermione smiled at Ron and turned to make her way up to her dorm room, smiling once more over her shoulder at him. Ron stared at her until she was out of sight. Then he walked over the chair next to Harry's and plopped down into it.
"So?" asked Harry nonchalantly, looking at nothing but the latest cope of 'Inside Quidditch.'
"That went surprisingly well for me."
"Oh. Good then."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry still didn't look up from the article he was reading that compared the first ever broomstick with the Firebolt.
"You're a genius, mate."
"That I am, Ron. That I am. And you're a dolt."
Harry dodged the throw pillow Ron chucked at him without looking up from his magazine, and they both burst into laughter.
Nefertiri's Handmaiden
Disclaimer: I'll put this really clear for you; I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
Note: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please go easy on reviews.
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"Tell her."
Ron looked up from staring subtly at Hermione to Harry, who had just sat down across from him.
"What?"
"Oh, you know, you stupid git. If you keep pining away while she's three feet in front of you, AND available, I might have to throw up. Or hit you. You're driving us insane."
"Us?"
"Me, your family, the other Gryfindors, the rest of the school. Just about everyone on the planet."
"Everyone knows?"
"Everyone but Hermione. She likes you too, Ron."
"Really?"
"Oh yes."
"So I should really tell her? I have a chance?"
"You have more than a chance, mate. You have a girl."
"Right then. I'll tell her." Ron stood up and started walking toward the bushy-haired object of his affection, who was reading a book. He'd nearly gone a foot when he lost his nerve. "Tomorrow."
Harry grabbed him and pushed him forward. "Now."
Ron took a deep breath and stopped in front of Hermione. "Um, Hermione?"
She looked up and blinked at him. "Yes?"
"Can I talk to you privately?"
She looked at him in confusion. "Of course, Ron."
They walked out through the Portrait Hole and stopped not far away.
"Hermione, I. . ."
"Yes?"
"If I tell you something, you have to promise not to laugh, or be angry."
"Ron, what-"
"Promise."
"All right. I promise."
Ron took a deep breath. 'Here goes,' he thought. "Hermione Granger, I love you."
For a minute Hermione did nothing but stare at him. After about ten seconds Ron started to get nervous.
"Hermione?"
"Oh, Ron."
'Uh-oh,' he thought.
"I love you too."
'Really?' "Really?"
"Yes."
"Wow."
Hermione giggled. Ron smiled, loving the sound.
"Well," she said, "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
He grinned goofily and wrapped his arms around her small waist. She put hers around his neck, and he lowered his lips to hers.
It was magic.
After approximately ten minutes, Ron and Hermione separated.
"Wow," he said again.
"Yeah," she breathed.
Then he started to laugh. He picked her up and spun her around. When he set her down again, they were both laughing and a little dizzy. "I'm so excited," Ron stated.
"Me too."
After a while they re-entered the Common Room. They kissed softly at the Portrait Hole entrance, ignoring the whistles and cat-calls being made unanimously by the other Gryfindors, who now hoped that the famous Ron- Hermione fights would end.
Hermione smiled at Ron and turned to make her way up to her dorm room, smiling once more over her shoulder at him. Ron stared at her until she was out of sight. Then he walked over the chair next to Harry's and plopped down into it.
"So?" asked Harry nonchalantly, looking at nothing but the latest cope of 'Inside Quidditch.'
"That went surprisingly well for me."
"Oh. Good then."
"Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry still didn't look up from the article he was reading that compared the first ever broomstick with the Firebolt.
"You're a genius, mate."
"That I am, Ron. That I am. And you're a dolt."
Harry dodged the throw pillow Ron chucked at him without looking up from his magazine, and they both burst into laughter.