Blast from the past
Blast from the past
Chapter 3 – A football to the head
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I do however own this plot and a copy of Slytherin's locket.
Warnings: This story is AU, if that's not your thing, please turn back now or give it a try anyways.
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Hermione was a bit disappointed.
She hadn't heard from Ron in a while, except a couple of likes and comments on Facebook.
It wasn't that she had expected more from him, but there was something there when he had walked her to the car.
She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something special about Ron.
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After 2 weeks, she had almost given up.
Still not much from Ron.
There had been several times where she had almost started chatting with him on Facebook, but she didn't have the guts to do so.
Lavender was getting a bit tired of her sulking.
One day she had almost forced Harry to give her Ron's address so that she could bring Hermione there.
Luckily Harry had told Lavender that Hermione would have to come and get it from him herself if she wanted to go see Ron.
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Hey, wanna join me in the park?
Ron
Hermione didn't know what to say. She just stared blank at the screen of her mobile phone.
Yes! Of course she wanted to meet Ron at the park. The weather was lovely, with a light breeze and only a few clouds.
Yeah, sure. When do you want to meet?
I'm there already, come down when you feel like it.
She didn't bother signing it with her name. If Ron sent the text to her he must have her number.
He probably got it from Harry. At the time, she didn't know whether she wanted to give him a big hug and love him or kill him the next time she saw him.
Now she didn't know what to do.
So she did the only thing logical.
Called Lavender.
"I need help!" Hermione exclaimed the second Lavender picked up the phone.
"Calm down Hermy," Lavender said soothingly.
Hermione hated the nickname, and Lavender was the only one who could call her that unless they wanted to get jumped at.
"So, tell me what's up before you hurt yourself," Lavender said with a mockingly tone in her voice. This wasn't something that happened often. Hermione usually hated listening to Lavender trying to give advices and would almost never follow any of them.
"I'm going to the park, to meet Ron, he, um, asked me." Hermione blushed and was really happy Lavender couldn't see her right then.
"Uhhhh, really?" Hermione recognized the tone in her voice. It was the teasing tone again. "Oh, well, let me think... What are you wearing?"
"Why? Is there a dress code for the park or something?" Hermione asked, a bit surprised from the question.
"Nope, but there is a dress code when you're trying to impress a guy and make him have the hots for you."
"Oh, um, jeans and a t-shirt," she answered shortly. She had never been one to bother much about her looks or clothes.
"Get rid of it. Put on the bikini I made you buy a month ago, and a pair of jeans shorts, really short ones! And a white tank top. Nothing else! Except shoes of course, wear the gladiator sandals your mother got you. And a bit of make-up, nothing much, only some mascara and maybe some lip-gloss if you feel like it."
As Lavender spoke Hermione had begun to find the various pieces of clothing lavender had told her to wear. It was a bit strange, sometimes she swore lavender knew more about her wardrobe than she did herself.
"Anything else?" Hermione asked her friend, a bit nervous.
"Uh... Make sure to not bump into anyone either of you know, it'll ruin it!"
"Okay, and Lavender?"
"Yeah Hermy?"
"Thanks." Then Hermione hung up.
She sent Ron a text, saying she would be there in about 15 minutes. The park wasn't far from her house, only about 5 minutes to walk.
Then she began to change.
When she was finished she grabbed some money and her mobile phone. She told her parents she was heading out to the park and that she had her mobile on if there was anything.
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She had enjoyed the walk to the park, with the warm sun on her back and the sounds of kids playing. She hummed a song and closed her eyes for a moment.
Pretty soon she would have vacation, for around 3 months! It would be great to just relax and not having to think about school.
Maybe she would see Ron a bit through the summer too?
A girl could dream, couldn't she?
When she reached the park she looked around. She was sure she would easily spot Ron.
His fiery red hair wasn't exactly hard to catch in masses of green.
And it was easy too.
He sat about 150 feet away from her, leaning his back to a big willow tree.
She walked towards him and when he spotted her a big grin came onto his face and he waved big at her with his arms.
As she got closer she noticed he was dressed in a baggy tan shorts that reached just belov his knees and a green t-shirt.
"Hey stranger," he said with the big grin still plastered on his face.
"Hello Ron," she answered him with a smile.
Truth be told, she was nervous. She had tried tricking herself into believing she didn't have a crush on him, but now that she was face to face with him she couldn't deny it any longer.
She sat down in front of him.
Ron moved and pulled her into a hug. It was even better than she remembered the last one to be.
She blushed a bit, but she actually liked that he was so outgoing.
Ron then released her from the embrace and made himself comfortable again, instead of having his leg's stretched out in front of him, he put them up to his chest.
"I hope you don't mind, Harry gave me your number," he said a bit sheepishly.
"Yeah, I kind of figured that already," she told him. "But I don't mind, really."
"So, what have you been up to lately?" He looked at her in a way that almost made her blush, but she did her best and tried to concentrate so that she wouldn't.
"Oh, you know, studying for my finals and such, reading a lot." She looked down onto the green grass. She had basically just told him she was the biggest nerd on the planet. "Uh, you then? What have you been up to since the Gathering?"
She looked up and their eyes met. The sapphire blue eyes that could make her melt and her heart pop out from her body.
"Oh, playing football, I met up with Harry some days ago, trying to study for my finals, and what not," he finished with a smile.
"Yeah, you play football with Harry, don't you?" Hermione cursed herself for not coming to any of his games.
"Yeah, I'm a keeper."
"That is probably the most ceesy thing I've ever heard," she told him with a laugh.
"No, seriously, I'm a keeper, that's my position," he said, dead serious.
She stopped laughing the moment he said it. "Oh, sorry, really I don't know what..."
She didn't get to finish before he broke into laughter himself.
"You should have seen your face," he managed to choke out between laughs.
"Ronald Weasley, that's just mean!"
He stopped laughing quickly. "I'm sorry Hermione, I couldn't resist. I really do, play keeper I mean, but I'm not mad. Are you mad at me?" He looked at her iwth what could only be described with a puppy dog face and touched her shin.
She looked up in his eyes when he did. She got a warm feeling in her body.
"No, I'm not mad," she told him quietly.
For a moment, they just sat there, staring into each other's eyes.
The moment was abruptly disturbed as something hard hit Hermione in the head and she fell forwards, almost onto Ron.
"I'm terribly sorry, are you okay?" A lady came up to them and Ron helped Hermione sit up again.
"Yeah, I'm fine, just hurts a bit," Hermione told her.
"I'm really sorry, my son just can't control his football sometimes, I've tried to tell him to be careful, but he never listens to me."
"It's okay, really I'm fine," she told the woman with a small smile.
"Good then, have a nice day," the woman said with a small smile.
"Here," Ron said and helped her up from the ground.
"They walked side by side to a small café that was located right by the park.
Ron paid for a bottle of water and two ice-creams.
"Here, it'll help if you have a headache," he told her, reaching out the bottle of water to her.
"Thanks Ron, but you didn't have to, I have my own money."
"Yeah, well I wanted to pay It's the least I could do for you," he said to her, before he licked his ice-cream as it started dripping a bit in the heat.
They sat down again, but on a bench this time. They at their ice-cream's and talked about various things.
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Hermione took a look at her watch. "Oh dear," she said to herself.
"What?" Ron stopped and looked at her.
The last 30 minutes they had walked aimless around in the park.
"It's getting late, I should head home soon," she told him, a bit sad. The day had been great, even if she had been hit in the head by a football.
"Oh," Ron said, almost as if he was disappointed. "We should probably get you home before your father kills me then," he then said, trying to lighten the tension that had built up.
"Oh, you're going to follow me home? You know, I'm old enough o be capable to do that myself?"
"Of course, I haven't known you for long, till I know you're the smartest person I know," he said, looking into her eyes again. "I just want to make sure some bad guy doesn't kidnap you or anything," he said with humour in his voice.
"Gee, thanks Ron," she answered him sarcastically.
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About a block away from her house Ron stopped.
"Well, this is where I say goodbye," he said sheepishly.
"Why can't you follow me to my house, what if some scary guy kidnaps me?" she asked him.
"Because I bloody well doesn't want your father to take off my bullock off, do I?"
"You're really scared of my father? That's absurd Ron."
"Yeah? Well you're his only daughter, and only child too. I remember how dad was when Ginny had her first boyfriend, not a pretty sight," he told her, and she could see the goose bumps that formed on his arm.
"And who say's I haven't had a boyfriend before? And well, you're not my boyfriend..."
Ron cut her off, mid-sentence, with a kiss.
It was sweet and slow at first then got a bit more intense before they broke up for air.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! I'm sorry for leaving you with a cliffy, but I'm way too tired to keep writing, and I was almost at my goal of 2k words anyways... If you count everything, like the disclaimer and warning and autor's note, it is 2k words anyways^^ I'm going to Germany for a couple of days, but I'll be home on the 15th, so I'll try and post another chapter when I get home, as soon as I can.
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