I WANNA BE
Ron's POVMy head was buzzing. That was the first thing I noticed when I awoke. The second was that something warm was over me. I forced my eyes to open, only for the light of the sun from the window burn my vision.
"Bloody hell!" I muttered. I went to rise, but a something made a noise against my chest. I force my weary eyes to stay open and stare down to a load of wavy brown hair.
Hermione laid face down on top of me, her face settled on my chest and her hands rested on the side of her face. When I moved, she sighed deeply and rubbed her face into my shirt while also gripping the fabric as if I was the only thing holding her to the world.
I never realized how sexy she is when she sighs, I thought. Even though they have slept in each other's presence for weeks last year, the memory of her sweet face came crawling back. Hermione was peaceful, clam, an expression that made me want to kiss her. Why shouldn't I? She is my girlfriend!
It was true. Even though I didn't officially ask her out, that's what they were. But it didn't seem that a girlfriend-boyfriend relationship fit their bond. It was stronger, more whole, like they were the missing pieces of a puzzle.
Hermione sighed again, and it was such a turn on that I couldn't help myself.
I leaned over, letting my lips fall in place over hers. She wriggles in surprised, and then she giggles still half asleep. I let my mouth move with hers when she laughs lightly, her head shaking silliness.
"Ron!" she calls just above a whisper, a smile forming from which I can feel. Instead of answering, I slip my tongue into her mouth, poking hers softly. She opens her eyes, those brown eyes…and looks up at me.
"Morning," I whisper to her, my hands supporting her balance by resting on her sides.
"Hello," she whispers seductively with a grin.
"Well hello to you too."
"WHAT THE BLOODY—" I shout out in surprise by the voice behind me. I roll over instinctively away from who scared me, only for Hermione to hold onto me with a panicking scream. We both fall with a thud to the rug, also tangled in the blanket I hadn't noticed we were wearing.
I glance up frantically to search for my wand, but I see it is only Harry. He is already dressed with a bowl of breakfast in his hands. He stands over us with a grin that I've seen on George and Fred plenty of times.
"So… how was it last night without me here?" Harry asked with a spoon at his lips.
"Ron just knocked out on the couch," replied Hermione as she stood, "I was just so tried I slept down here with him."
"You slept down here with him? That's a interesting sentence," says Harry, trying to hold back a laugh.
I see Hermione's cheeks grow red as my hair, and I'm sure I'm doing the same.
"Listen, mate, you've got no right—"
"I don't have a right? You always yell at me when I kiss Ginny!"
"Yeah, but she is my sister!"
"Well, Hermione's like a sister to me!"
"Boys! That's enough! We have six whole days to our selves here and do you guys want to spend it yelling at each other? Well, if you do, I don't want to hear it! Harry, are there any eggs?" she walks away into the kitchen, where I hear her gather cooking utensils.
"She doesn't look happy," said Harry as he sipped more soup.
"Shut it," I mutter angrily and head up the stairs. Once I enter my room, I hear Harry hop into his bed.
"So you and her. Alone in the house. And you just, conked out? Way to blow it."
I ignore his comment and strip myself from my old clothes. When I haven't said anything, Harry sighed.
"Mate, you know I'm joking. You guys have only dated a year and we both know Hermione isn't the type to do that. It's not like you embarrass me and Ginny that way."
"Maybe I should start," I say as I open my drawer to retrieve new socks.
"Too late."
I jump back in a mix of shock and rage. I pulled so hard on the drawer that it pops out, my socks flying over the floor. I turn and face Harry with my fists clenched.
Harry raises his free hand defensively.
"Whoa! I was kidding, Ron! Kidding! Ginny would never do that! Not till she's married, you know that!"
I breath deeply, letting the anger fade inside me. My fists open with ease.
"Sorry, Harry. Just, she's my little sister, ok? I feel like it's my responsibility to watch out for her. I don't want some guy to hurt her."
"Ron, if there is any guy that should be dating your little sister, it is defiantly your best friend. Isn't it a brother's dream come true? I mean, you already know me so well, and we watch out for each other. We can trust each other. Are we ok?"
"Of course, Mate. She's a touching subject that's all." I kneel to the floor to gather the dozens of socks. Suddenly, I hear Harry gasp, and face him to see what's wrong. He is staring at something with wide eyes and when I follow his gaze, I see what he finds.
It's the tin box that Dad gave me, the day he and Mum left. I forgotten I left it in the sock drawer and realize it has fallen out when I dropped the drawer. I flick my face back to Harry, to see him put his bowl down and pick up the tin box that was lying on it's side. Open.
"Ron, I can't believe…"
"No! it wasn't my idea! It was my Dad! He knew we were staying alone and wanted me to be… careful."
"Careful! That blows my mind!"
"I know! He knows Hermione!"
"To give you some—"
"And he thought I was going to use them. All!"
"—And you two have dated a year!"
"Crazy, right?"
"We've been dating twice as long as you guys!"
"I know we are eighteen, but—wait. What did you say?"
"You think he would want his little and only girl to stay safe, but noooo! Just hand them to you and Hermione, it's ok! Just dandy!"
"What are you playing at?" I growl. Harry stops his blabbering when he hears my tone. His eyes grow wide in panic and worry.
"NO! No no no no no! I was just saying that he finds it ok for you and Hermione to go at it, but what about Ginny? I was just wondering why he didn't think of her!"
I shrug. " Maybe he trusts you."
"Harry smiles to himself with a cocky grin. "I guess you're Dad likes me enough to stay with Ginny. So if I was to—and I'm just saying! —To purpose, he would say it's a go for us two?"
"Let's not get to far ahead of ourselves." I wave a finger at him in warning of any tricks, but luckily he nods in understanding. It would be just odd for them to get married and go on a honeymoon. Not that I would die to be with Hermione like that.
Wondered if Hermione…No! She would never consider it! Aw well. What can I do? If she was thinking of it then that would change everything…
Hermione's POVI heard it. Every word. I heard the thud from upstairs and only came up to see what was wrong, but now…
I guessed right. It was condoms that Mr. Weasley gave Ron. And he really had intentions! He didn't say it exactly, but I've known him for so many years that I could tell from his voice, even when I stand in front of his closed door.
Does he really love me? The memories of last night proved that question. So the better question is, is he willing? I'm not saying I will, but… it would be nice to know if we were on the same boat. All I have to do is test him…
And I have the prefect mentor to teach me how.