Stop the World

Part 4

Hermione got home that night in tears...not knowing whom she loved. She sat on her couch and looked at her ring. She closed her eyes and thought of Harry. She took her fingers and pressed them to her lips...remembering Ron's kiss. She knew what she had to do. She wiped the tears from her face and walked to her fireplace. She lit the fire and let the flames tickle her legs on her way to Harry's office. She found Harry slumped on his desk with a quill resting in his hand. He was asleep.

"Harry...sweetie...wake up..."

"Hi, Herm...what are you doing here this late? What's wrong, Hermi?"

"Kiss me, Harry." He kissed her. Her eyes welled up in tears as she came to realize whom she loved. "Oh God, Harry."

"Hermione, what's going on? Are you all right?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"No, I'm not, Harry," she led him to their wands. They proceeded to apparate home. When they got there, Hermione led Harry to the couch. "Sit, Harry. Listen, I've been with Ron for the past couple of days, and well, one thing led to another..." she trailed off, afraid to say anything more.

"You love him still...I thought we were in love! Hermione, you can't keep doing this."

"Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry! I do love you, but not in that way...I love you as a friend..."

"Hermione...I love you more than a friend. I love you..."

"Harry...please..." she pleaded.

"Fine. If you really love Ron...I'll leave." Hermione looked at the diamond ring on her finger one last time before she took it off and handed it to him. She kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for understanding. Funny, she thought. I've never seen him cry. Tears had welled up in his eyes. He looked away and said goodbye.

"Good bye, Hermione."

"Good-goodbye, Harry...I love you..."

"Yeah, whatever." He was gone with a simple flick of his wrist. Hermione flung herself on her couch, sobbing hysterically. "Oh, Harry! I didn't want to hurt you!" she said to herself. She cried herself to sleep. She woke up in the morning, her eyes puffy and red. She got up, made herself some breakfast, and sat down to eat. She looked down at her plate of bacon and eggs and toast...hoping...wondering...if she had made the right decision. Just as tears were threatening to consume her, Ron apparated, looking sullen and worn.

"I found out why I was attracted to Edwina...she's a full veela. She puts on disguises for suckers like me." He handed her a newspaper article. There was Edwina looking criminal-like on the front cover of the daily prophet.

"Sorry 'bout that Ron...I broke up with Harry last night."

"Is he ok? Are you ok?" he asked her slowly.

"He's hurt. And that's exactly what I didn't want..." Ron walked slowly towards her, bent his head, and kissed her. She kissed him back. They sat there, for minutes, just kissing. Ron brought her slowly up. He grabbed her hand, and stopped kissing her, and pulled her towards her bedroom. They got there, shutting the door with a small slam. They started kissing again, now leaning on the bed, Ron waiting for the right moment to push Hermione down to the bed. He did. He lay there on top of her, kissing her passionately.

"Ron...oh...god Ron...I love you so much..."

"I love you, Hermione..." He kissed her and she kissed him back. His touch was firm but gentle. One hand was holding her hair...the other was gently rubbing her back, up and down. She could feel his desire to be inside her...to explore her...to plunge into her mysterious depths. He started to take off her robe.

"Ron...stop...no...Ron...no..."

"Am I going too fast?"

"Yeah...propose to me first...then...mmm...we can do that...oh God I love you..."
He was gently kissing her neck. "Ron...did you break up with Edwina yet?"

"Yes...when I saw the article, I took my ring back...then, she was off to Azkaban for fooling so many men. I'm surprised you didn't hear..." he said as he kissed her neck.

"Sorry, Ron...she was a bitch anyway. You deserve better..."

"Are you better?"

"Depends...do you want me?"

"God, more than anything...and you?"
"I broke Harry's heart for you Ron..."

"Can we ever be friends again? All three of us? Like old times?"

"I-I don't know..." they sat up on the bed, kissing each other between sentences. "Ron, I've missed you...I've wanted you all along...Harry gave me the idea to steal you back from Edwina...that was the plan...until I fell for Harry."

"You were going to get me back?"

"Yes...I was going to steal you..." the conversation took its course, as the couple found passion in kisses.


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Dear Harry,
I would really love it if you were my best man at my wedding to Hermione. If you don't want to come, I understand. Just please think about it. The wedding is a week from Tuesday, at 8:00 at Hogwarts.

Ron

"What did you say, Ron?" asked Hermione as she read the letter over. "Sounds all right to me." She kissed him on the nose. "This time next week, we'll be married and in Ireland...I really am looking forward to meeting some Leprechans...that'll be fun. I've been reading up on them...it's really interesting! They've been around for centuries...not many people believe in them...but, you really saw them!" Ron put his finger to her lips to quiet her. He kissed her.

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"I'm getting married! Aaaagh!" Hermione was in her wedding dress. It was simple, yet chic. She had yet to put her veil on. Her wedding was to be a small quiet one. Only Ron's family and her parents. One Maid of Honor, and one Best Man. Her best friend, Hope, whom she had met at Diagon Alley, was a great support. She told her that if Ron was the one, that she should go for him, instead of leading Harry on. She was a bright girl, that's why Hermione liked her. The time to walk up the aisle came. Harry hadn't sent a reply to Ron's letter. When she walked up the aisle, she saw no one next to Ron. She frowned, Ron sharing the thought, did the same. He mouthed; it's ok, and Hermione smiled gently as she continued to walk up the aisle to Ron. She got there. Trembling, she took his hand and turned towards the minister. He had just begun when the door flung open with a bang. There was Harry, standing in the doorway, looking very put together.

Please don't let him be drunk, Hermione thought to herself. Harry was holding a small bouquet of flowers, and looking guilty and almost scared. He muttered sorry and took his place at the alter. He gave Ron and hug, and Hermione a single kiss on the cheek. Tears began to form in Hermione's eyes. She was so happy. Everything was going so perfectly. And from then on, it did. "Have you written vows for each other?"

"Yes," they replied together.

"Hermione, you're making me fall down..." in an undertone he said, "I do sound sexier!" "I've loved you for a long time...and now, look at us! We're going to be married. Stop the World comes to mind...I could stop the world, cuz' I love you, I could stop the world, and I don't want to. I could stop the world, and I won't cuz' it ain't enough. I love you, Hermione Amanda Granger..." she was now crying. He slipped the beautiful ring on her finger. It was her turn.

"Ron...our fourth year told me all I needed to know about you. When you were mad at me for 'fraternizing with the enemy,' I knew we were put on this earth to be together. I love you with all my heart and all my soul. If I'm going to spend the rest of my life with someone, I want it to be you. I want you to father my children..." and she said in a whisper, "you do sound sexier, Ron..." his cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. Everything went fast until, "You may now kiss the bride. I now present for the first time, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley. Ron cupped her cheeks in his hands, and slowly bent forward to kiss her. It was a small ceremony, and it was perfect. They walked back down the alter. When they got to the back, the first thing they did was go to Harry.

"Oh, Harry! I can't thank you enough for being here!" He looked ok. His eyes were a brilliant green from crying, but otherwise, ok. She hugged him.

"Herm, if I wasn't the one, I would rather it be Ron." He held out his hand to shake Ron's. Ron looked at it, took his hand, and instead of shaking it, pulled him into a hug. Then, Hermione got in on the action.

"Awwww! Group hug!" she said. It's just like old times, she thought. We're going to be okay...all 3 of us.




Disclaimer: Stop the World and Fallin' Down belong to the Goo Goo Dolls. Edwina and her cell in Azkaban belong to me...well, now she belongs to the dementors. Let's try and see if she can charm those puppies! Hey, if you want to know the real story behind Edwina, email me @: harrysgirl@owl.harrypotterfans.com
It's not a story. It's just backround info on how I came up with her character. I can't post it because...she's based on a real person, and you never know who reads these things...crap...I've said too much...