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A Ron + Hermione Love Story
(Chapter 2 - Confused Feelings)
It was six in the evening. Hermione Granger was lying on her bed in her new dormitory at her new school. She was reflecting on her first day at the school. Overall, it hadn't been too bad, apart from the whole Malfoy incident. But at least some good came from it. Spending some time with Ron. She didn't know what it was about him, but there was definitely something there between them. Whenever anyone said his name she'd get butterflies in her tummy.
There was a knock on her dorm door.
"Hermione?" From behind the door came Luna's voice.
"Yeah I'm here. Come in," she said to Luna, not moving off the bed.
Luna came in dressed in a beautiful, flowery summer dress. Not appropriate for the autumn weather at all, but it was still nice never the less.
"Are you okay? You look a bit sad." Luna asked.
"Yes I'm fine thanks," said Hermione sitting up slowly. "I was just thinking about my day. How did you get in here? I thought only Gryffindors got the password?"
"Oh, they do," Luna said brightly. "Ginny gave me it so I could come and talk to you."
"Oh right. What was it you wanted?" She asked.
"Well, I've just seen Professor McGonagall and she told me to tell you about your punishment. She wants you and Ron to go to her office tonight at 8pm."
"Oh right. Thanks Luna," Hermione smiled sweetly at her, giving her a small hug.
"Well, I'll leave you to your thinking now. I always need thinking time. I find it helps you get through the day. Well, bye!"
Luna turned and walked out the door. Hermione heard her footsteps getting quieter and quieter, until she could no longer hear them.
She shook her head. She was a weird one was Luna. But she loved her.
There was a short tap on the door, and Hermione thought Luna had come back for something else.
"What is it Luna?"
No reply.
"Luna?"
Hermione went to the door and opened it expecting to see Luna stood there, but instead there was a small piece of paper enchanted to be a paper bird.
She took hold of it and walked back into the room. As she sat down on the bed, she opened the piece of paper to see writing on it.
Meet me outside the library at 7:55pm.
Ron
xxx
Suddenly, Hermione felt all warm inside, and for the first time in her life, she couldn't wait for her punishment.
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How long had he been stood there now? 10 minutes? He should have known she was never going to turn up. I mean, why should she? She hardly knew him after all.
To be fair, he had got there 10 minutes earlier, so technically, she should arrive any time now.
That was when he heard the footsteps. He knew it was her straight away, he could hear her quiet breathing.
She rounded the corner and as soon as Ron laid eyes on her he felt weak-kneed all over again.
"Hey, Ron. Ready for our detention?" she asked in a voice as quiet as was humanly possible.
"Um... not really," he laughed.
They started walking slowly towards Professor McGonagall's office, all the while Ron was very aware of Hermione's hand brushing past his every now and then.
It was quiet for a long time, their footsteps and breathing the only sounds in the corridors.
Hermione was the first to break the silence. "You know, I'm kind of excited. This is the first time I've had to spend time with you really. It'd be nice, if it weren't for the fact we were in deep shit trouble." She laughed.
After a few seconds, her smile faded. "Only, I'm kinda worried about what my dad will think. He's quite strict you see, and when he finds out I've been punished on the first day..." She shuddered.
Ron smiled at her. "Hey, don't worry about it. He shouldn't kick off too badly. We won't be executed or anything."
"True," she smiled. "But what will we have to do?"
He thought about that for a second. "Actually, I don't know. Maybe clean all the toilets and bathrooms or something?" He suggested.
"What?! Really?! Eugh..." Hermione pulled a face. It was obvious she hated cleaning toilets.
Gosh, she's so sweet when she pulls faces. Ron sighed internally.
"Come on sweetie, calm down. I was just joking," he said smiling.
To break the tension he pulled her close and tickled the life out of her. He didn't know why, but it just seemed like the right thing to do.
Hermione started giggling uncontrollably as soon as he touched her waist.
"Stoppp!!" She cried.
So that was another thing he'd learnt about her; she was extremely ticklish.
Ron chuckled to himself and let her go. After they caught their breath again, they continued walking down the corridor.
"Hang on a minute..." she said quietly. "Did you... Did you call me sweetie?"
Shit. Did he say it out loud? He hadn't realised. Oh well, Keep Calm and Carry On, as his mum always said.
"Did I? Oh well... um... I guess we should hurry up. We're already late."
She agreed with him, still looking slightly puzzled. They started to speed up their walking, which then turned into a jog. Next thing, they were running down the corridor as fast as they could, turning the corner and entering Professor McGonagall's Office.
McGonagall was sat at her desk writing something that looked important and official.
"You're late," she said without looking up from her parchment.
"Sorry Professor," Ron huffed, out of breath. "It won't happen again."
"I hope not. Take a seat," she gestured to the two chairs positioned in front of her desk.
Hermione walked over to one of the chairs and Ron followed. Like a gentleman, he held her chair out for her, blushing like an idiot while he did so.
"Thanks," she mumbled, smiling shyly at him.
"Well, as you know Miss Granger, your behaviour was unacceptable, as was yours Mr Weasley."
"Um, Professor?" Hermione said timidly. "To be fair, Ron didn't actually do anything..."
"You're right Miss Granger. However, we all know he probably would have done a lot worse than punch Mr Malfoy had you not gotten there first. Isn't this right Ronald?"
"Yes Professor," he muttered.
"Therefore, as punishment for you actions you will copy out the school rules. We want one copy for each classroom" The teacher explained.
"What?!" Ron exclaimed. "Every classroom?"
"Why, how many classrooms are there?" asked Hermione.
"There are 60 classrooms. Each of you will write 20. Mr Malfoy is writing his on a different night; I don't want you three locked up in the same room together. All hell would break loose."
"Well, that's not too bad I suppose." Hermione said quietly.
"Not too bad?! Have you seen the list of school rules?! There's over a hundred!!" Ron cried.
"Oh... well. Crap," muttered Hermione.
"I give you until 11pm tonight to finish, and if you haven't, then you must come back tomorrow night at the same time, and again the next night if you fail to complete it then. I'm off to bed now, so I'll leave you both to it," she said as she walked out of the classroom. "Have fun," she added, trying to be funny.
"Well," Hermione said, "As you said earlier at lunch; this sucks."
"I know! Writing out the school rules?! What a waste of bloody time!"
"Well, the quicker we get it done, the quicker we can get out of here," she said cleverly.
"This is true," Ron smiled. "Best get going then, hadn't we?"
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From the Common Room window, Ginny could see the silhouette of someone sitting on the bench by the lake outside. She knew who it was, and thought he looked lonely. She certainly was.
She crept out of the portrait hole and got a stern look from the Fat Lady; they weren't meant to be out of bed this late.
Ginny looked at the Portrait and put a finger to her lips to indicate that she shouldn't tell anyone what she was doing.
The Fat Lady nodded, although she still didn't look too pleased at being woken at 9:45pm.
Ginny crept away from the portrait, tip-toed down the Grand Staircase – dodging the creaky step (the one that usually caved in if too much pressure was given to it), and out the great double doors to outside.
Harry had his back to her, so she decided to surprise him.
She crept as quietly as she could behind him, and put her hands over his eyes. She knew that he knew it was her, but said anyway, "Guess who?"
"HELP, a stranger is attacking me!" he said jokingly. She laughed and took her hands away from his eyes and went to sit next to him on the bench.
"You didn't guess who I was," Ginny challenged.
"Well," he started, staring into her eyes, "You're a cute, perfect princess with beautiful red hair."
She felt her face get hotter, and she knew she was blushing like a goon. Did he know what he did to her every time he payed her a compliment?
"And now," he whispered, reaching out to put a hand on her cheek, "You're a cute, perfect princess with beautiful red hair and red cheeks."
"I'm not blushing..." she murmured to him quietly and punched him very lightly in the stomach.
"You know what happens if you hurt me don't you?" he asked.
"What?"
"This."
And suddenly, his hands were everywhere. He was tickling her, but in the most seductive way possible. Maybe, just maybe, he felt the same as she did...
"Harry... Harry, stop!!" She giggled, grabbing his hands and holding them.
Harry looked as though he was thinking something through, and after a while, he seemed to make his mind up.
He pulled her close and whispered, "What will I get if I stop tickling you?"
"Well," Ginny whispered intensely, "That's up to you..."
She knew it was coming before it happened. He was getting closer and closer until his lips were so nearly on hers. He hovered slightly, marking the moment, until finally their lips met.
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"Wow," Hermione's voice came from a couple of feet away from him. "It's 10pm already and I've only just got 11 copies. What about you?"
"Oh, um, I've got nearly 17," Ron said sleepily, before letting out a huge yawn.
"17?! Jesus Christ, Ron, you write fast!"
After writing in silence for a few more minutes, suddenly what seemed like a deafening roar filled the classroom.
"Ronald Weasley, was that your stomach?!" Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, it was," he smiled. "I always get hungry around this time."
"Really? Me too! Fortunately though, my stomach doesn't sound like an erupting volcano," She laughed again. "You know what? Maybe we should go to the kitchens."
"What?" Ron asked stupidly.
"Well, you're hungry, I'm hungry, and we worked half the night which made us hungry. So we look for some food. Simple," She grinned at him like he was an idiot. Which, to be fair, he was when he was tired.
"Okay. But if we get caught, you're taking care of the punishments!"
They stood up and left the office as quietly as they could. When they stepped out into the corridor it was pitch black.
"Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever been to the kitchens before?" Hermione whispered.
"Yeah, a couple of times."
"Which way?"
"Give me your hand. I'll show you the way," Ron said quietly.
Hermione slid her hand into his, and suddenly Ron felt very warm inside. So far, this had been the best detention of his life.
