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Rendezvous
By TheSarcasticLadyofRohan
Chapter One: A Mistake
The common room was empty, save for two lone young souls. They were supposed to be studying for an exam, but that was in the back of their minds…in the front: each other. He chanced a gaze at her as she chanced one at him.
Finally, they gave up. "I can't study anymore. It's hopeless," he complained and then plopped himself down on the couch. She sat down next to him and insisted he mustn't give up. Nothing was hopeless.
Awkward silence came. They each stared into the flickering flames in the fireplace as they did their best not to look at one another. His hand brushed up against hers. Shivers ran down both their spines. Their eyes met briefly, not daring to linger on one another more than one second. To them, that second, was eternity.
She looked away, flushed, cursing herself for dwelling on such thoughts. He was the type to fancy a pretty face, not a plain-looking bookworm.
To him, she was something more…more than the bookworm. She was the ideal…she was beautiful in his eyes, and little did she know she meant the world to him.
Awkward, he was…a terrible flirt, but with her, it was different. Six years of pent-up love, a love he thought to be unrequited.
They played their game. He'd tease her, about literally everything.
She'd become annoyed, and retort, "Ron!"
He'd give her his lopsided grin…the grin that melted the icy shelter she built up around her heart.
She'd look into his eyes and see lust. Her heart raced and she'd look away again, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him do the same. The tension between them was nigh on unbearable. She couldn't stand it any more…she'd send a subtle signal.
He began to tease her again, and this time, instead of becoming annoyed, she submitted. The girl, who truly hated those giggly flirt-crazy fools, let loose a giggle that would raise their eyebrows.
The look on his face was of pure puzzlement.
A red blush slowly rose up her face and she looked down.
Seizing the moment, he took up the whole sofa, leaving no room for her to sit.
She finally noticed it, and this time, read the signal clearly.
His eyebrows rose when she sat herself down right on top of him, and moving her bushy head dangerously close to his. The look in his eyes was a look of surprise. His pools of blue bored into hers of brown.
"This is what you get when you take up the entire couch…I'll just have to sit on you," she somewhat coyly implied. And that she did…positioning herself on the opposite end, crushing his legs.
He sharply breathed in, in pain.
She muttered apologies that he would not have.
Instead, he insisted that she lie next to him.
A sure blush rose in her cheeks as she did as he said.
He gulped…he had dreamed of something like this happening, but the fact that it did was so…so, completely and utterly astonishing.
Instinctively, he put his arms around her.
She shuddered, but only pulled herself closer to him.
His fingers traced circles on her arms, and sent shivers up and down her spine.
A sigh of utter contentment escaped her lips. With her bravery gathered, she chanced a look at him and noticed him gazing at her as well. Previously, she had held the urge to snog the daylights out of him, but it had never been as strong as it was now.
He still traced circles on her arms, but she could not gather her courage further.
In her mind, she knew she would curse herself if she didn't press her lips against his. She lifted her head up; eyes still closed, and kissed him.
He kissed back. It grew more demanding by the minute, until the crackling fire interrupted them. The realization that they had just snogged seemed to finally dawn on him as he jumped up.
She sat up bewildered, as he gaped at her.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, many times, before simply turning and leaping up the stairs to the boys' dormitory.
She pointedly stared at the ground as her heart broke. A sob slowly escaped her, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, she whispered wistfully, "Ron."
He stood at the edge of the staircase, wanting to go back down, but knowing he couldn't. How come she could do this to him? So easily turn him into a wreck. A brief moment with her melted him; melted into a pool of frustration. He gazed longingly at the staircase as he whispered, "Hermione."
AN: Now that you've taken the time to read, I'd appreciate it if you'd review. It's rather easy.