Disclaimer: This is meant for amusement and no gains monetary or otherwise are being amassed from it, except the joy of writing, of course!
Author's Ramblings- The story moves on... A bit of Romione fluff. But for all SSHG fans, the story will develop to include Severus in the picture and Ron will no longer be on the scene. (wicked grin*)
Hermione looked at her wristwatch. It was a quarter to 2 in the morning. "Oh hell! She's been waiting the entire night for Harry and Ron to come to the library for some quick last minute revisions. But, no! Those two morons find playing Quidditch far too meritorious than filling their useless heads with some bits of knowledge. Fine! Let them go! See if she bothers them again! "
"Am I a dunderhead waiting for those two excuse of saviours? Chosen One, my foot! Wouldn't able to detect a spell if it striked him on the face!" She fumed a few more choice words after which satisfied, she threw her bag on the bed and burst into tears.
Is it too much to ask for them to study? Oh! She knows that she could be overzealous at times but…..these two are the only friends she has. Coming back from the war, all has been a haze. Working aimlessly like a ghost, forgotten and neglected. The heat of the war kept everyone on their toes and it never did strike her how boring or repetitive school could be otherwise! She's read her books from cover to cover, attempted to work on a dozen extra credit assignments, buried herself in books till they all appeared muddled with spells and curses all swimming lazily, leaving a trail of saliva and book prints pasted on her cheek. Oh! She looked horrible on those days but nothing too dreadful than what she looks now.
She never bothered to comb or groom, after all who was there to comment on her appearance? Everyone too happy in their cosy bubbles after the war. Cuddling and planning a family. Geez! Just the sight makes her want to retch. All those namby pamby relationships with such liberal doses of sickening lovey-dovey affection, making her want to bang her head. What if just one of them choked on their slick tongues? What joy it will be! A relief from all their nerve wracking coddling! Merlin! Is she really thinking all this? Was she really so lonely that she'd envy other's happiness. She'd never had these thoughts before. Why now?
Now, because the ends of her sanity are getting frazzled at an alarming rate. It's like the war never asked her what she wanted to do. Living to people's expectations and proving her place to all those worthless purebloods. Running from a megalomaniac who should have been restrained far more earlier by the so-called Greatest Wizard Alive in the infancy of his power thirst.(Yes, the war has also made her narcisstic. She no longer considers Dumbledore the epitome of grandfatherly affection. His generous twinkles and smiles no longer fool her, not after the mockery of the book, snitch and deluminator the last year. Hell! Was it really necessary to have them moving in circles when they were on the cusp of their death? Observation and elucidation, my foot! As if the wizarding world needed their saviour to go on a hunting spree to derive the answers!)
Enough is enough!
If it is to be, it is up to me.
I am not going to sit here, twiddling my thumbs and wait for my knight in shining armour. The war is over. I am free. I have no obligations. I am bloody well going to have things my way! And with such rebellious thoughts in mind, she skipped towards the library, intent on proving everyone wrong, in regards to her personality.
Hermione liberated her hair from the tight messy bun she usually wore and let them flow freely with the wind. The breeze was cool and refreshing and soothed the stinging in her heart and mind. It felt so invigorating to just stand here in the corridors and let the wind play with her hair, and the luminous golden rays of such an appealing season cast a warm glow on her smiling face. The trees shook and swayed, singing of melodies long forgotten with the birds chirruping in sweet tones and the crisp green grass crunching underfoot. She removed her Hogwarts shoes to walk barefoot, letting the air tingle and pleasure her. Such exhilaration after months of being cooped up in her own misery and trauma was like the greatest blessing she ever had! The warmth and sweetness! Ah! It seemed so dream-like.
Her mind was still in a mindless trance, adoring such glorious spectacles of nature, when Ron came out with Harry's firebolt to take some laps around the Quidditch pitch. He stopped short and gaped. And just gaped. Who is that beautiful girl with hair as golden as buttered toast and smile as clear as the blue sky? He came a bit closer and his mouth opened even wider, if it was possible!
"Blimey! That's Mione! When in Merlin's saggy bottom did she become so….so girly?"
It was unbelievable how unlike her usual bookish self she looked. It was at this moment that Hermione spotted Ron, with a look of utter adoration on his freckled face. She blushed red from her face to all the way down. Oh! Is….is that Ron? If being my own self was all it took, then why didn't I think of this sooner? With shy steps, as if he had just seen her naked (which he had, should we consider the bareness of her soul and wild nakedness of her emotions) she made her way towards him and tucking a brown strand of hair, no longer frizzy now that it wasn't confined in some poor excuse of a bun, she began in a hushed voice, "Ron, you here! I didn't see you. You here, for some Quidditch practise?", she ended quite hesitantly, not meeting the stare of his eyes and unsuccessfully fighting the warmth in her core.
"Yeah, some laps, nothin' more. Say, what were you doing here and also without your books?" She felt a thread of annoyance at his blunt assumption that she never did venture anywhere unless it was to study but seeing the concern and care in his eyes soon answered with a light heart. " I came here to stretch my legs, you know. I am just as prone to a stiff body as you are, even more so if I should say, given the amount of time I spend in the library hunched over my books and parchment." It might have come out a little harsh than intended. After all, she always felt that the soreness in her muscles and pain in her tender neck were quite delicious. Satisfying, rather. They were such a worthy reminder of all the wonderful things she had discovered. Buried under those tomes, it was not just Magical Theory she imbibed but also Muggle Novels. She had just completed Persuasion by Jane Austen and was wickedly swooning at some point in the novel, when Captain Wentworth wrote that beautiful and heart warming declaration to Anne. Looking at Ron from under her fringe of untamed hair, soaring with the strong winds of a mid-summer rainfall, she was half hope, half agony!
"Would you…..I mean…..flying with me?"
Ron finished his rather insensible question with a lopsided smile. Hermione wasn't sure if she was reading it right. Sure, she wanted this since like…forever but this affection suddenly coming from him like sprinklings of tenderness from his otherwise oblivious fountain of fights and quarrels, overwhelmed her a bit. With an equally unintelligent answer muttering half heartedly of unfinished projects, she barely made her way to the damp and dusty sanctuary of the library, lest her virgin blushes betray her denial. She wasn't thinking too logically but the warmth of his breathe on her and the closeness and somehow the depth of their interaction gave her hope that maybe, just maybe she won't be lifeless dateless Hermione, after all.
Author's Notes: So...tell me, if you liked it. Or maybe not. Also, some lemony goodness in the next chapter might be expected. Still, nothing much as I still haven't mastered the art of erotica. Also, half hope, half agony is actually from Persuasion. Do read if you ever get a chance. I just love Anne Elliot!
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