I WANNA BE
Hermione's POVThe next two days were spent rather slowly. I couldn't stand to remain in the same room with Ron so I often ate my meals before or after the boys. Harry thankfully didn't push me for what happened, and I was sure he didn't push Ron either. I sadly wished to live out in the library, but the muggle books didn't remain interested in me. I was craving homework.
George wasn't much of help. I wanted to talk with him, but his growth of other shops in different areas of the country proved little time of conversation. But hopefully, Ginny was there.
"So, because you made a little mistake, you are willing to let him go? After the stuff you two went through?" Ginny's questioning was rather irritating. She was working the cash register in the store while I helped place merchandise on nearby shelves.
"It was bigger then that, Ginny, I could have been pregnant! Be a mom by next year!"
"But there are ways to solve that, as bad as that is, but still…"
"Ginny, it isn't that I wouldn't want a child with Ron it is just wrong. What if I was? Could I have killed our first child? If I could what would I think of myself? Letting a innocent life shatter because I decided I didn't want to be a mother at nineteen!"
Ginny opened the register, counting the money inside out of habit. "If's, could's, they are all a possibility of what didn't happen!"
"But it might have!" I moaned in annoyance as I placed a box on a higher shelf.
"Hermione, I didn't want to say this, but because you are being so hard to convince, I have no choice. Hermione Granger, you are the most damn worry wart, stubborn, and proud ass I have ever met!"
I paused in mid-reach; I turned my head to face a Ginny who scolded at me with her arms crossed. " You think I'm stubborn?" I asked.
Ginny sighed with her head rolling back in frustration. "Hermione, the point is, you worry about things that aren't important! You jump when failure comes your way. Because you failed to remember a spell to share a special important moment with Ron, doesn't mean it is a total bummer." She walked over to me, taking the last of the boxes from my hands. Her eyes met mine with seriousness and her voice was lower when she next spoke. "My brother loves you, and nothing will stop that. Lavender, Krum, the separation from your journey last year…it is all proof. He can't forget you."
I bit my lower lip in consideration. What Ginny said was true. Ron, as blind and lazy as he is, loved me for longer then he admits. He always tried to impress me, tried to comfort me when I was upset. And what about when I was being tortured by Bellatrix in the Malfoy manor? Didn't Ron's cries of desperation still remain with me when I was being hit with painful curses? His voice of worry when I awoke at Shell Cottage?
I had to believe that. There was Ron and without him there would be no love in life for me. It was too late to turn back, to go back to fourth year when I grew a crush for him which blossomed into love.
"Ginny, can you—"
"-Finish up here? Of course. Go get him, girl." I smiled at her assurance before turning on the spot, Disapporating from the colorful noise of the shop to the warm peace of the Burrow's sitting room. I wanted to run to Ron, but then I realized he might not even be home.
Running up the stairs, I huffed my way up till I came to Harry's temporary room, where he sat reading on Auror training. Harry's eyebrow cocked in curiosity of my sudden drop in. I gasped out of breath before I could speak.
"Where—is—Ron?"
Harry smiled, probably reading my expression of wanting to be with Ron. "He is in the shower at the moment, but he should just be getting in—wait!" he called out when I sprinted up another flight. The sound of the shower greeted me as I appeared at the bathroom door. Without a thought, without thinking for the first time in my life, I just shoved the door open to be frozen in surprise and shock…
Ron's POVI didn't remember the last time I was this depressed. I figured it was the first few weeks that Hermione went back for her final year at Hogwarts, but then I realized it was when I had left her and Harry on our journey for the Horcruxes. The day after, when I tried to return, the sight of the empty campsite burned a hole in my chest.
I automatically touched that spot as I finished undressing for my shower. I walked from my room to the bathroom with a pair of night pants, not bothering the fact that I was naked walking in the house. Harry wouldn't care and Hermione was helping out at George's for hours. Walking into the bathroom and closing the door, I turned the knob on the shower to warm water. I wasn't dirty or smelled, but a shower was what I needed.
I thought again of what I did to her, how my stupidity messed everything up once again. I did the same thing every year, fought with her ignored her. Why can't I be her? She was always prefect, always-top notch with everything. I lived with five older siblings as a wizard, yet Hermione, who was alone and clueless to the magic world, past in flying colors. She had no excuse.
I'm such a dim wit. I can never reach to her standards.
Suddenly, before I could step into the shower, the bathroom door slammed open. I turned in shock yelling, "What the bloody hell!" but I didn't finish.
Hermione, dressed in a pair of clam diggers and a purple top with a expression of surprise, eagerness, and faintly determination, stood in the doorway. Her hair was just landing still behind her, which gave me the impression she had run up here. She didn't speak at first, only gapping her mouth in astonishment.
"Hermione?" I asked with a surprised tone. She was supposed to be at the shop till late. Her eyes darted to my face, but then they would dart again to my whole body. It was then I realized I wasn't wearing clothing.
"Sorry to barge," she started out as I grabbed a towel to wrap around my waist. She saw me naked before so why is she speechless now? "I talked with Ginny and I…"
She didn't finish; instead she seemed to get herself back together by shaking her head lightly. Slowly, she stepped from the hall into the bathroom.
"What did she say?" I asked puzzled. Ginny plus Hermione usually equals trouble or a surprise.
Hermione looked as if she wanted to say something, but instead she smiled and laughed, "That I am the most damn worry wart, stubborn, and proud ass she has ever met." I laughed along with her, and noticed that it was the first time since that morning that we were happy while in the same room.
"And because of that you came here?" I asked to add more to the joke, but Hermione's face stopped in mid-laugh as if what I said triggered something.
"Ron, Ginny actually helped me." She said rather low that I was surprised to hear it over the running water.
"With what?" I asked.
"With…how I am, how I act. I'm always thinking too much or planning. I know that it would be hard for me to lower my brain process, but I'm willing to do it. For you." She was two steps from me, yet her warm scent hovered on my nose.
"Hermione," I said while stepping closer. Her eyes fell to the floor in fear. "I don't want you to change. I like you the way you are."
"Really?" she replied weakly, still looking down.
I didn't want to tell her how much I missed her. Instead I wanted to show her by closing the gap between us, my hand lifting her chin so that my lips pressed into hers. She jolted back slightly in shock, but then her body relaxed and she respond to me with the same amount of passion.
"I missed you," I spoke deeply in between kisses. My one arm wrapped around her waist to bring her close to me.
"Same here," she gasped when I'd pull my lips from hers. Her own hand slid under my arm holding her chin, settling on my bare back that made me shiver, even thought the shower water's heat burned my skin. Her free hand I couldn't find and I didn't know where it was till I heard a wand flick and the bathroom door slam shut.
"You—want—to?" I asked hesitantly as her hand released her wand to touch my chest.
"I already cast the charm," she smiled as she tiptoed herself higher to nearly climb on me.
"Aren't you prepared," I laughed as my lips trailed down her sweet neck. She moaned at that, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. With a quick movement, I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my middle. I pulled her back with me into the shower, where she squealed from the water.
"Ron," she squealed again as I placed her right under the water.
"Now that is what I call beautiful," I muttered as she laughed, her hair plastered with water trickling down her face. "And wet clothing. Sexy" I commented as I kissed her lower neck. She responded by slipping the towel from me.
"Wet body. Sexier" she replied. I growled at her, hands at work to remove her shirt. She unclipped her bra so that I could touch her small delicate breasts. She moaned again and I felt myself grow hard. My face blushed in embarrassment, and I could see Hermione's eyes widen when she felt my little Ron stick into her clam diggers.
"Aren't you impatient," she whispered, moving her hips closer to me, my face just shouted TAKE ME.
I again growled, this time stepping out of the shower to grab my wand on the sink. I muttered a spell, and suddenly the toilet transformed into a bed that filled the whole room, blocking the door from any interruptions.
Hermione's eyes widen. "I didn't know you were good at transfigurations," she gasped as I continued to kiss her neck, carrying her to the bedside.
"I practiced since you were gone at school," I muttered as I dropped on the covers, my hands sliding down her sides to reach her clam diggers. I was hoping to take my time removing her other clothing to tease her, but I was just as eager as her. When nothing stood between us, I hovered over her, my lips pressed into hers. I shifted so that I was comfortable. Soon, her opening was grazing my little friend.
I entered slowly, wanting to not hurt her. She cried out with a little pain, but when I went to leave her, Hermione's hand grabbed me down there, tugging it more into her. I eagerly obeyed her, letting myself in deeper.
"Ooooohhh…" she sighed as I moved in and out slowly and steadily. She whispered for me to move faster, and faster I went.
"Ron, Ron, Ron—" she chanted my name in my ear. Viciously, I pushed my mouth to hers, my tongue slipping into her mouth; making the same thrusts I was down below. This made her go crazy.
Faster, faster…I kept going. I was nearly vibrating, heading deeper in. I could feel her walls close around me and I knew she was reaching her climax.
"RON!" she cried out, and I landed on top of her, panting with exhaustion. I felt her arms wrap around me.
"I love you," I muttered in her ear as I rolled beside her, playing with it with my teeth. If she weren't so tired she would have giggled.
"Love you," she sighed, and before I knew it we both fell into sleep, my arms holding what I cherished most: Hermione.
This next chapter will sadly be the last, and I am also sad to say I won't be writing another Harry Potter fanfic till October. Enjoy till the end!