I hope you enjoyed my first chapter. In case you hadn't realised before this fanfic isn't a follow up of my previous ones A Hidden Secret and A Revealed Secret. I wanted to write something different and try to take a different approach at how Ron and Hermione got together. I also thought that Harry and Ginny were missing out so I figured I would let them enjoy a bit of a romance as well. I will introduce them in chapter three.

Enjoy!

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A Tale of Two Romances

Chapter Two: A Day of Quidditch

It was a new day at the Burrow and it was a beautiful one. The sunlight woke everyone up early so they were all dressed and breakfasted by the time the clock struck eight. Now they were all sitting around the kitchen table deciding what to do for the day.

"I think we should play quidditch!" suggested Ron enthusiastically.

Hermione groaned, their quarrel of the previous night forgotten. "That's all you ever want to do."

"Actually it's perfect quidditch weather and I wouldn't mind a game," Ginny said.

Fred and George walked into the kitchen. "Anyone up for a game of quidditch?"

Ron laughed. "Perfect timing, we were just deciding whether or not to play."

"Well I think quidditch is a good idea," Mrs Weasley added emerging from the study. "I need to do some chores around the house and it would be best if you were all out of my way."

"Quidditch it is!" cried Ron and raced outside to get his broom. Fred and George followed.

"Is this okay?" Ginny asked Hermione worriedly.

Hermione gave Ginny a small smile. "Sure Ginny, I will just read a book." She went upstairs to fetch it.

Ginny still looked concerned but went outside to join the boys on their brooms.

Hermione sat under the shade of a tree trying to concentrate on her book. Finally she sighed and snapped it shut. The day was just too beautiful to hide away in a book. She got to her feet and stretched, smiling happily up at the sky.

Up in the air Ron saw Hermione's movement and, momentarily distracted, nearly fell off his broom as the quaffle struck him in the chest.

Hermione saw it happen and gasped.

His face as red as a beetroot, Ron regained his balance and flew down to where the quaffle had fallen. The other players followed.

Hermione ran over. "Are you alright Ron?"

Ginny landed behind him. "What do you think you were doing? I threw the quaffle straight at you and you didn't even see it!"

Ron shrugged unable to think of an excuse.

Fred and George swooped down next to them and gracefully hopped off their brooms. "Guess this means we win eh?"

"No way!" exclaimed Ginny. "You okay to finish this Ron?"

"Definitely," agreed Ron happy to divert the attention from him.

The four Weasley's lifted off into the air. Hermione sighed and returned to her spot under the tree. Not for the first time she wished that she could play with them but she knew that she wouldn't be any good.

Ron, despite himself, kept glancing down at Hermione and lost quite a few goals. Ginny was getting frustrated with him and the twins were getting bored with the lack of competition. Ron couldn't help it she just looked so lonely and left out. It was clear that the twins were going to win the game anyway so he made a quick decision and began to fly over to Hermione's tree.

Ginny sighed exasperated. "What is he doing now?" she complained although she thought she had an inkling.

Ron landed next to Hermione and looked up at him in surprise. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

Ron felt the blood begin to rush to his ears. "I just – you looked lonely."

To his surprise she turned pink. "I'm okay, really. You finish your game."

Ron lent his broom against the tree and settled down next her. "Nah, it was getting boring anyway. And it's obvious who was going to win." He smiled wryly.

Hermione smiled back, grateful of his company. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a bit distracted. Normally you wouldn't lose that badly. Is anything the matter?"

Ron stiffened slightly; his pride wounded but remembered their talk the day before andswallowed his retort. "I'm fine, I was just distracted by . . . by the beautiful day."

Hermione nodded. "It is a lovely day. Sometimes I wish that I was out there enjoying it with you guys."

"Really?" Ron said in surprise. He had always thought that Hermione didn't fly because she simply had better things to do like homework.

She shrugged. "Sometimes. Other times I'm happy just to read or to watch the rest of you."

Ron didn't say anything. He was thinking about the new side to Hermione he was just discovering.

They sat in silence for a little while just enjoying each other's company when Ron suddenly realised that they were the only ones still outside. He stood up brushing off his pants then turned to offer a hand to Hermione. "We had better go inside. They are probably eating all the food."

Hermione laughed and accepted his hand. "Is that all you ever think about Ronald Weasley?"

Ron looked indignant. "No, I think about other things too."

Hermione smiled cheekily. "Like Quidditch and sleeping?"

"Well yes, but not only those things."

"Then what do you think about Ron?" She took a step closer a daring look in her eyes.

Ron felt his ears begin to burn as he realised what he had been thinking about most lately. Suddenly they seemed really close, so close that their hands nearly touched. Ron felt his body begin to tingle and he began to sweat. "Well, uh," he couldn't believe he was actually going to say it. "Sometimes I – er – think about . . . well, you."

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes blinked up at him. He noticed that she was trembling and he had an urge to reach out and hold her hand. "Ron, I," she began then shifted her gaze to the ground. "I – I . . ."

Ron turned away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he mumbled.

"No, Ron." Hermione touched his arm and his skin burned from the contact. "I mean that I – I think about you too. Quite a lot actually."

His heart thudded painfully in his chest. "You do?" he said stupidly.

She nodded shyly, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling nervously. Ron thought she had never looked more beautiful.

"Well, we should get inside before the others start to worry," Hermione said regretfully.

Ron agreed. "Definitely if lunch is ready!" His stomach showed its agreement with a loud rumble.

She laughed and led the way back the Burrow, a slight bounce in her step. Ron couldn't help but smile as he followed, his broom forgotten. This was turning out to be a better summer than he had anticipated.

I hope you liked it! I promised you fluff and I managed to put a bit in but I wanted to draw the romance out longer otherwise the story would get boring. R & R!

Wuv Kitty :)