A/N: It's here! The last part, hope y'all like it. Sorry it's so short.
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About an hour or so later
"Enfervrate! En- ohmigoffRon! Youf far a heaffy twit! Enerfafe! Enervate!"
Ron opened his eyes, and groggily wondered how long he had been asleep. And where was Hermione? And what the heck was that lumpy moving thing he was lying on?
"Ron! Cuff you pleaf gerroff me?" said a muffled voice from.. underneath him? Ron jumped to his feet, swaying slightly. He swayed even more when he realized that he had been lying on top of Hermione. She was looking more than a little ruffled, and was holding her wand, which she must have just used to wake him. He reached down and helped her up, blushing for the fifty- millionth time that day.
"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "I tried to conjure a patronus, but I was too weak from that cheering charm, I suppose.
"Well, there were about twelve dementors, and one was about to kiss you, so I thought of the happiest memory I could and conjured up a patronus. It was a lion, and a really huge one, and it saved you right before one of them dementors got you. There was another one right on top of me, and it was about to get me but my patronus roared and threw it off. Then it chased off the rest of them, I suppose, but I was already knocked out by then."
Hermione frowned slightly. "That seems likely, but I was there when they first entered and there definitely wasn't twelve. Eight at the very most. Did more come?"
"Well, I dunno, 'spose I might of counted wrong. I was a bit woozy from that cheering charm and all, you know." He said, remembering that Hermione was conscious part of the time and staring down. He would have done better to stare up, since looking down forced him to look directly into Hermione's eyes.
"Ron, I know you. And you should know that you don't have to exaggerate to impress me. The real you is better then anything you could make up," Hermione said, smiling slightly while nursing a leg that Ron must have been laying on. Something told him that he wasn't going to find a better time than this. Leaning down, he hesitantly kissed her on the lips, and found that she was kissing him back. It might not have been the most perfect kiss in the world; Ron wouldn't know, since he had never kissed a girl besides Hermione before. But feeling her soft lips touch his own, he realized that he would be happy if it stayed like that as long as he lived.
A/N: Huggles to Ninny Weasley, Ron-Is-Mine, Retkula, Lover-of-Sirus-Black (I love him too! *Sob* RIP Sirius.), Uriko-3000, quidditch7, Benina, and my parents for either reviewing or e-mailing me about this story. (: You won't be seeing the last of me- *Everyone Screams* I've already got a semi-plot for a new story in my head..
Cheers, MyOwnLittleWorld
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About an hour or so later
"Enfervrate! En- ohmigoffRon! Youf far a heaffy twit! Enerfafe! Enervate!"
Ron opened his eyes, and groggily wondered how long he had been asleep. And where was Hermione? And what the heck was that lumpy moving thing he was lying on?
"Ron! Cuff you pleaf gerroff me?" said a muffled voice from.. underneath him? Ron jumped to his feet, swaying slightly. He swayed even more when he realized that he had been lying on top of Hermione. She was looking more than a little ruffled, and was holding her wand, which she must have just used to wake him. He reached down and helped her up, blushing for the fifty- millionth time that day.
"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "I tried to conjure a patronus, but I was too weak from that cheering charm, I suppose.
"Well, there were about twelve dementors, and one was about to kiss you, so I thought of the happiest memory I could and conjured up a patronus. It was a lion, and a really huge one, and it saved you right before one of them dementors got you. There was another one right on top of me, and it was about to get me but my patronus roared and threw it off. Then it chased off the rest of them, I suppose, but I was already knocked out by then."
Hermione frowned slightly. "That seems likely, but I was there when they first entered and there definitely wasn't twelve. Eight at the very most. Did more come?"
"Well, I dunno, 'spose I might of counted wrong. I was a bit woozy from that cheering charm and all, you know." He said, remembering that Hermione was conscious part of the time and staring down. He would have done better to stare up, since looking down forced him to look directly into Hermione's eyes.
"Ron, I know you. And you should know that you don't have to exaggerate to impress me. The real you is better then anything you could make up," Hermione said, smiling slightly while nursing a leg that Ron must have been laying on. Something told him that he wasn't going to find a better time than this. Leaning down, he hesitantly kissed her on the lips, and found that she was kissing him back. It might not have been the most perfect kiss in the world; Ron wouldn't know, since he had never kissed a girl besides Hermione before. But feeling her soft lips touch his own, he realized that he would be happy if it stayed like that as long as he lived.
A/N: Huggles to Ninny Weasley, Ron-Is-Mine, Retkula, Lover-of-Sirus-Black (I love him too! *Sob* RIP Sirius.), Uriko-3000, quidditch7, Benina, and my parents for either reviewing or e-mailing me about this story. (: You won't be seeing the last of me- *Everyone Screams* I've already got a semi-plot for a new story in my head..
Cheers, MyOwnLittleWorld