Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters
mentioned in this story, except for Kailey and Alysha.
Author's Note: Sorry, again, for chapter 4 being so rushed. I know it wasn't all that great. but this one should be better! Also, I changed the rating from PG13 to R, even though the story is till pretty much PG13, or even just PG, it'll probably get more like R later on. Thanks!
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a family friend, Geoffrey, who passed away on the 5th of September, after a short battle with cancer. He was a big fan of Harry Potter, so this chapter goes out to him.
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Hermione awoke with a start. She'd just been sleeping lightly because she had felt tired earlier, and had decided to take a nap. That had been about four in the afternoon. It was now past dark; she had gotten up just now because she had heard a noise. Then she heard breathing.
"Who's there?" she asked quickly.
"Hermione?" she heard a voice come from where the door was. Although she couldn't see who it was, she recognized the voice.
"Ron?" she asked.
She heard his voice again, but this time it was closer. "Do you happen to have your wand?"
"Umm." Hermione felt the bedside table beside her. "Oh! Silly me, I left it in the kitchen earlier."
"Oh, this is just bloody fantastic!" Ron voiced what he had been thinking just minutes before.
"Ron, don't sw-"
Ron cut Hermione off. "We're locked in the room! Kailey said she needed help looking for something, told me to look in here, shut the door behind me, and then Ginny locked it, and she used a spell."
Hermione gasped. "Ginny used a spell? She not supposed to be doing magic outside of school! What if your mother found out? This is horrible! She could get in so much -"
"Hermione, I think the fact that Ginny may get in trouble is the least of our problems right now. We're locked in this room. We can only get out by using magic. And neither of us have our wands."
"Well, then, just shout and pound the door. Some one is bound to hear and come up and unlock it." Hermione, ever the logical one, seemed to be missing the point behind her friends' little trick.
Ron rolled his eyes. "'Mione, it won't do any good. Ginny, Kailey and Alysha locked us in here. On purpose. And they probably told everyone else."
"But, why would they want to lock us in here?" Then Hermione blushed as the realization hit her. "Oh."
"What?"
Then Hermione scowled. "Just wait 'till I get my hands on those three."
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Ginny, Kailey and Alysha walked into the kitchen, laughing.
"Dears, what have you been up to?" Molly asked, smiling slightly.
This just made the three girls laugh harder.
Just then Harry stepped into the kitchen. "What's going on? Oh, by the way, have any of you seen Ron or Hermione?"
Ginny collapsed into a chair, laughing like a hyena, as Kailey sat down next to her, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself.
"Well. Umm. We kind of. Uh." Alysha started. She couldn't finish though. She was afraid Harry might get angry. These were his two best friends they were setting up. If their plan worked, it could make Harry feel like the third wheel or something.
"Locked Ron and Hermione in our room," Kailey finished.
"And neither of them have their wands." Ginny added.
"Well, it's about bloody time."
Everyone looked up. Fred and George were standing in the doorway. Molly glared harshly at Fred for his use of language. George stepped around his twin and into the room with everyone else, sitting down at the table across from Ginny and Kailey.
"The sexual tension was so thick between them it would take a chainsaw to cut through it."
Molly sputtered. "Excuse me?!" she screeched, "Sexual tension?! They are fifteen years old! If they are feeling sexual tension, they best not act on it!"
Ginny spoke up quietly. "Actually, 'Mione's still fourteen."
Molly glared at her only daughter. Then her gaze softened. "You are right, though. It's about time those two got together." Smiling, Molly turned back to the sink, and continued directing the dishes to clean themselves with her wand.
Alysha finally looked up at Harry, who was standing beside her, afraid she might see anger on his face. She was pleasantly surprised; he was smiling at her. Oh god, that smile. She felt like she would melt. Again!
He opened his mouth and spoke quietly.
"Fred is right, it's about bloody time."
"You're not mad, then?"
His smile widened. "Of course not."
Alysha let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, and smiled back at Harry.
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Kailey looked at her best friend and Harry. Jeez, couldn't they just kiss already? They were almost as bad as Ron and Hermione. Kailey smiled. The key word there was Almost. She loved her cousin and friend to death, but their little game of pretending they didn't know how they felt about each other was getting old. If Ginny, Alysha, and herself's plan worked, which she was very much hoping it did, that little problem would be solved. Kailey's smile turned into a mischevious grin. Oh, their plan would work. They planned to leave the two lovebirds locked in that room overnight, while herself, Alysha, and Ginny slept downstairs.
Kailey caught Ginny's eye and winked.
"We should probably go upstairs and get the extra blankets and pillows. Aly, you wanna come, hun?"
Alysha nodded, and the three girls headed up the stairs.
~*~*~
"So, what do we do?"
Hermione looked up at Ron irritably. "How do you expect me to know?"
"I dunno, you ARE the smart one."
Hermione grumbled and fell back on her bed. "Well, we certainly can't get out of here using magic. Even if we were powerful enough to do wandless magic, we couldn't use it, because, obviously, we're underage. Fred and George are really good at picking locks, wouldn't they have shown you or something?"
"Remember? I told you already. The door was locked by magic, it can only be opened using magic. What's with you today, 'Mione? Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine," snapped Hermione. She was slightly peeved at herself for forgetting that magically locked doors could only be opened with magic. Then she sighed, "I'm just tired."
"Why don't you try and sleep, then? I don't think they'll be letting us out anytime soon." Ron suggested softly.
Hermione smiled, and turned on her side, trying to get comfortable. Already half asleep, she mumbled something quietly.
"Goodnight, Ron."
Ron smiled slightly. "Goodnight, 'Mione."
~*~*~
Kailey took a step back from the door to Ginny's room, which she had just had her ear pressed up against. "Jeez! I mean, Hermione knows she likes Ron, and if she really is as smart as we think she is, then she knows Ron likes her. And, obviously, Ron knows he likes Hermione, and unless he's really, REALLY slow, he should know that Hermione likes him too."
Ginny giggled at her cousin's raving. "Well, knowing Ron. Let's just say he wasn't always the brightest when it comes to girls. Also, Hermione always seems oblivious to any sort of physical attraction directed towards her."
Alysha grinned. "Now Ginny, that's no way to talk about dear old Ronny-kins and 'Mione." Ginny laughed and Alysha turned to Kailey. "These things take time, it won't happen in," she glanced at her watch, "Forty- five minutes. They've only been in there for three quarters of an hour, it'll take a while longer than just that. And, as much as I wish it would, it may be that nothing will happen while they're in there."
Kailey sighed. "I know," she said, "But it just bugs me. They both need to loosen up; they're way too tense around each other."
Alysha and Ginny smiled in agreement with Kailey, and the three girls picked up the blankets, pillows and pajama's they had gotten out of the room earlier, and headed downstairs.
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Ron looked over at Hermione as she mumbled something and turned over onto her back. Since she had fallen asleep, he had been sitting over by the window, thousands of thoughts flitting through his head, and most of them revolving around the bushy haired girl lying in the bed across the room from himself. She was lying with her limbs splayed out, and her hair fanned out around her head on the pillow, with a peaceful look on her face.
Ron smiled, got up, and walked across the room, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath she took; as a soft breeze outside blew the leaves on the trees, and the pale beams of moonlight played across her face. He tentatively reached a hand forward and brushed a stray hair from her forehead and heard Hermione sigh lightly and smile. He trailed his index finger along the side of her cheek and over her lips, then down her neck, and over her collarbone. Just then Ron stopped, and quickly pulled his hand back with a sharp intake of breath. What was he doing?! This was one of his best friends. He couldn't be doing this! What was he thinking?! He knew what he was thinking, though. He was thinking that he liked Hermione, and that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. No! He couldn't go around liking his best friend! It was wrong!
A voice was nagging somewhere in the back of his head. But if it's so wrong, why does it feel so. Right?
Ron leapt up from the bed, and started pacing back and forth furiously. And besides! Hermione probably didn't like him back! If he tried anything, then it would just mess up their friendship, and even though the two of them constantly fought like there was no tomorrow, she was someone he held very dear, and he would rather be just friends with Hermione than risk loosing her altogether. A voice right behind him interrupted his thoughts.
"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione smiled as Ron jumped, and then turned to face her.
"I'm fine," Ron mumbled in response.
Hermione reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. "No, you're not. What's wrong?"
Ron's eyes closed briefly. Hermione's hand against him was just way too much. It felt like she was burning a whole right through to his heart. He sighed. She was standing there looking up at him, worry written all over her face. She had no idea how he felt about her. He took a step back. "Nothing."
As Hermione slowly lowered her hand, Ron thought he saw sadness in her eyes. "Alright, but if you change your mind, tell me," she said softly, taking a step back and turning back to her bed.
Ron couldn't stand seeing Hermione sad. He felt he would do anything to make her smile. Anything at all so she wouldn't look so unhappy. He wasn't sure if his next actions would help at all, but he continued anyway. He reached out and took Hermione's hand, pulling her back around and towards him, and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. There was a pause before he felt Hermione's arms wrap around his neck slowly, and heard her sigh.
Oh god, he was a goner. He wasn't ever going to be able to let go. He groaned. Hermione giggled.
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Hermione wondered what Ron was thinking about. What was going on in his head. Not too long ago, she had woken up from her nap when she had felt a hand on her cheek. Ron had thought she had still been asleep. His hand had felt nice; it was warm. But then he had pulled it away and gotten up.
Hermione had lain in her bed a few moments longer before getting up and standing behind Ron, asking him if he was alright. She had placed her hand on his chest, although she hadn't been sure what had possessed her to, and had asked what was wrong. His only reply had been 'Nothing.' He had taken a step back as he said that, and it had hurt; it felt like someone was clutching her heart too tightly. She knew why. She liked Ron. She wouldn't go so far as love yet, but she was pretty sure one day she just might. She wasn't sure when she had started feeling this way about the young man who was one of her best friends, she supposed it had just developed over time. She had been about to lie back down in her bed, when Ron had pulled her back into his arms. And that's where she was now. In the arms of her best friend, Ronald Weasley, and she felt safer than she had in her entire life.
Hermione could feel Ron's breath against the skin of her neck, and it sent tingles down her spine. She was surprised at how intimate a hug could be. She blushed lightly and giggled when she heard Ron groan.
Ron pulled his head back slowly, but his arms remained firmly around Hermione's waist. She lifted her head from his shoulder, looked up at his face. She gasped. Oh god, his gaze was so intense. His eyes, normally a light, cheery blue, were now the colour of the deep, dark ocean, and he was looking at her with so much. Want. Ron wanted her. Hermione's breathing became ragged. Ron wanted HER. Hermione had never thought of herself as very pretty, and Ron always seemed to go for the good-looking types. Little did she know that she was the definition of beauty in Ron's eyes. Ron leaned forward slightly and brushed his lips against hers. Ohgodohgodohgod. Ron had just kissed her. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes filled with wonder. Hermione felt the boy she held so dear slowly start to pull away, looking down. Just what did he think he was doing? He did not get to kiss her and then just walk away! With that thought in mind, Hermione tightened her grip around his neck and, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his.
Hermione felt Ron hesitate, and she was about to pull back, but before she could move, she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist once again. She sighed contentedly as she pressed her body up against Ron's. Hermione's mind started screaming at her. What are you doing?! This is RON! One of your best friends!
Hermione ignored it.
~*~*~
Alysha rolled from her back onto her stomach, looking at Kailey and Ginny. "What do you think they're up to?" she asked.
"I don't think I want to know," said Ginny. "I don't like to think of my brothers doing anything of the naughty. Eww."
Kailey and Alysha laughed.
The three girls were all lying on the blanket and pillow covered floor of the living room, chatting and looking through magazines in their pajamas. Molly walked into the room, holding a plate piled high with -
"Who would like some chocolate chip cookies?" she asked smiling.
All three girls jumped up. "Me!" they exclaimed in unison, running forward and each grabbing two cookies off the plate.
"I'm gonna go get some milk. Do either of you guys want some?" Alysha asked.
"No thanks," Ginny and Kailey answered as they walked back over to the couch with Molly.
Alysha walked into the kitchen, and saw Harry sitting at the table, eating a cookie.
"Hi Harry," she said happily.
"Hi," Harry answered distractedly, staring at her. He wasn't staring at her face, though.
Alysha looked down, realized she was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a slightly too large t-shirt that came only a third of a way down her thighs, exposing most of her bare legs, and blushed furiously. She was kind of shy when it came to showing her body, especially around her crushes, but her other pajama's were in the wash at the moment. She tried to casually pull the t-shirt down a bit to cover more of her legs.
"Uh. I just came in here to get some milk."
Alysha walked to the opposite wall, and reached up to one of the higher cupboards to get out a glass. As her arm went up, though, her shirt once again started riding upwards, exposing a little bit of pink panties. Once she got down the glass, she quickly pulled her shirt back down, her blush deepening. She got the milk and filled the glass halfway, all the while with her back to The Boy Who Lived. She could feel his eyes burning a trail all the way down her back, sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. She turned around, and walked over to sit at the table, across from Harry.
"So. What's new?"
Harry smiled. "Since I last talked to you thirty minutes ago? Not much." He said teasingly.
Alysha stuck out her tongue, while dipping her cookie into the milk slowly. "I was just trying to be polite." She took a bite of the cookie, "These are yummy," she said, licking her lips.
"Yes, they certainly look it." Harry said quietly, now staring at her lips.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
There was a few moments of silence before Alysha finished her first cookie and spoke. "Are you feeling alright? You're all zoned out-ey."
"Just thinking."
Alysha looked at him. "Okay. Well, I'm going back to the other room. See ya later."
Harry watched Alysha longingly as she got up out of her chair, and walked out of the room. He sighed. May we introduce to you The Boy Who Can't Talk To Girls, formerly The Boy Who Lived? . Yep, he was doomed.
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Note: Yay! Longest chapter so far! Well, read and review, please! Thanks!
Author's Note: Sorry, again, for chapter 4 being so rushed. I know it wasn't all that great. but this one should be better! Also, I changed the rating from PG13 to R, even though the story is till pretty much PG13, or even just PG, it'll probably get more like R later on. Thanks!
I'd like to dedicate this chapter to a family friend, Geoffrey, who passed away on the 5th of September, after a short battle with cancer. He was a big fan of Harry Potter, so this chapter goes out to him.
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Hermione awoke with a start. She'd just been sleeping lightly because she had felt tired earlier, and had decided to take a nap. That had been about four in the afternoon. It was now past dark; she had gotten up just now because she had heard a noise. Then she heard breathing.
"Who's there?" she asked quickly.
"Hermione?" she heard a voice come from where the door was. Although she couldn't see who it was, she recognized the voice.
"Ron?" she asked.
She heard his voice again, but this time it was closer. "Do you happen to have your wand?"
"Umm." Hermione felt the bedside table beside her. "Oh! Silly me, I left it in the kitchen earlier."
"Oh, this is just bloody fantastic!" Ron voiced what he had been thinking just minutes before.
"Ron, don't sw-"
Ron cut Hermione off. "We're locked in the room! Kailey said she needed help looking for something, told me to look in here, shut the door behind me, and then Ginny locked it, and she used a spell."
Hermione gasped. "Ginny used a spell? She not supposed to be doing magic outside of school! What if your mother found out? This is horrible! She could get in so much -"
"Hermione, I think the fact that Ginny may get in trouble is the least of our problems right now. We're locked in this room. We can only get out by using magic. And neither of us have our wands."
"Well, then, just shout and pound the door. Some one is bound to hear and come up and unlock it." Hermione, ever the logical one, seemed to be missing the point behind her friends' little trick.
Ron rolled his eyes. "'Mione, it won't do any good. Ginny, Kailey and Alysha locked us in here. On purpose. And they probably told everyone else."
"But, why would they want to lock us in here?" Then Hermione blushed as the realization hit her. "Oh."
"What?"
Then Hermione scowled. "Just wait 'till I get my hands on those three."
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Ginny, Kailey and Alysha walked into the kitchen, laughing.
"Dears, what have you been up to?" Molly asked, smiling slightly.
This just made the three girls laugh harder.
Just then Harry stepped into the kitchen. "What's going on? Oh, by the way, have any of you seen Ron or Hermione?"
Ginny collapsed into a chair, laughing like a hyena, as Kailey sat down next to her, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself.
"Well. Umm. We kind of. Uh." Alysha started. She couldn't finish though. She was afraid Harry might get angry. These were his two best friends they were setting up. If their plan worked, it could make Harry feel like the third wheel or something.
"Locked Ron and Hermione in our room," Kailey finished.
"And neither of them have their wands." Ginny added.
"Well, it's about bloody time."
Everyone looked up. Fred and George were standing in the doorway. Molly glared harshly at Fred for his use of language. George stepped around his twin and into the room with everyone else, sitting down at the table across from Ginny and Kailey.
"The sexual tension was so thick between them it would take a chainsaw to cut through it."
Molly sputtered. "Excuse me?!" she screeched, "Sexual tension?! They are fifteen years old! If they are feeling sexual tension, they best not act on it!"
Ginny spoke up quietly. "Actually, 'Mione's still fourteen."
Molly glared at her only daughter. Then her gaze softened. "You are right, though. It's about time those two got together." Smiling, Molly turned back to the sink, and continued directing the dishes to clean themselves with her wand.
Alysha finally looked up at Harry, who was standing beside her, afraid she might see anger on his face. She was pleasantly surprised; he was smiling at her. Oh god, that smile. She felt like she would melt. Again!
He opened his mouth and spoke quietly.
"Fred is right, it's about bloody time."
"You're not mad, then?"
His smile widened. "Of course not."
Alysha let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding, and smiled back at Harry.
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Kailey looked at her best friend and Harry. Jeez, couldn't they just kiss already? They were almost as bad as Ron and Hermione. Kailey smiled. The key word there was Almost. She loved her cousin and friend to death, but their little game of pretending they didn't know how they felt about each other was getting old. If Ginny, Alysha, and herself's plan worked, which she was very much hoping it did, that little problem would be solved. Kailey's smile turned into a mischevious grin. Oh, their plan would work. They planned to leave the two lovebirds locked in that room overnight, while herself, Alysha, and Ginny slept downstairs.
Kailey caught Ginny's eye and winked.
"We should probably go upstairs and get the extra blankets and pillows. Aly, you wanna come, hun?"
Alysha nodded, and the three girls headed up the stairs.
~*~*~
"So, what do we do?"
Hermione looked up at Ron irritably. "How do you expect me to know?"
"I dunno, you ARE the smart one."
Hermione grumbled and fell back on her bed. "Well, we certainly can't get out of here using magic. Even if we were powerful enough to do wandless magic, we couldn't use it, because, obviously, we're underage. Fred and George are really good at picking locks, wouldn't they have shown you or something?"
"Remember? I told you already. The door was locked by magic, it can only be opened using magic. What's with you today, 'Mione? Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm fine," snapped Hermione. She was slightly peeved at herself for forgetting that magically locked doors could only be opened with magic. Then she sighed, "I'm just tired."
"Why don't you try and sleep, then? I don't think they'll be letting us out anytime soon." Ron suggested softly.
Hermione smiled, and turned on her side, trying to get comfortable. Already half asleep, she mumbled something quietly.
"Goodnight, Ron."
Ron smiled slightly. "Goodnight, 'Mione."
~*~*~
Kailey took a step back from the door to Ginny's room, which she had just had her ear pressed up against. "Jeez! I mean, Hermione knows she likes Ron, and if she really is as smart as we think she is, then she knows Ron likes her. And, obviously, Ron knows he likes Hermione, and unless he's really, REALLY slow, he should know that Hermione likes him too."
Ginny giggled at her cousin's raving. "Well, knowing Ron. Let's just say he wasn't always the brightest when it comes to girls. Also, Hermione always seems oblivious to any sort of physical attraction directed towards her."
Alysha grinned. "Now Ginny, that's no way to talk about dear old Ronny-kins and 'Mione." Ginny laughed and Alysha turned to Kailey. "These things take time, it won't happen in," she glanced at her watch, "Forty- five minutes. They've only been in there for three quarters of an hour, it'll take a while longer than just that. And, as much as I wish it would, it may be that nothing will happen while they're in there."
Kailey sighed. "I know," she said, "But it just bugs me. They both need to loosen up; they're way too tense around each other."
Alysha and Ginny smiled in agreement with Kailey, and the three girls picked up the blankets, pillows and pajama's they had gotten out of the room earlier, and headed downstairs.
~*~*~
Ron looked over at Hermione as she mumbled something and turned over onto her back. Since she had fallen asleep, he had been sitting over by the window, thousands of thoughts flitting through his head, and most of them revolving around the bushy haired girl lying in the bed across the room from himself. She was lying with her limbs splayed out, and her hair fanned out around her head on the pillow, with a peaceful look on her face.
Ron smiled, got up, and walked across the room, sitting on the edge of Hermione's bed. He watched her chest rise and fall slowly with each breath she took; as a soft breeze outside blew the leaves on the trees, and the pale beams of moonlight played across her face. He tentatively reached a hand forward and brushed a stray hair from her forehead and heard Hermione sigh lightly and smile. He trailed his index finger along the side of her cheek and over her lips, then down her neck, and over her collarbone. Just then Ron stopped, and quickly pulled his hand back with a sharp intake of breath. What was he doing?! This was one of his best friends. He couldn't be doing this! What was he thinking?! He knew what he was thinking, though. He was thinking that he liked Hermione, and that she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. No! He couldn't go around liking his best friend! It was wrong!
A voice was nagging somewhere in the back of his head. But if it's so wrong, why does it feel so. Right?
Ron leapt up from the bed, and started pacing back and forth furiously. And besides! Hermione probably didn't like him back! If he tried anything, then it would just mess up their friendship, and even though the two of them constantly fought like there was no tomorrow, she was someone he held very dear, and he would rather be just friends with Hermione than risk loosing her altogether. A voice right behind him interrupted his thoughts.
"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione smiled as Ron jumped, and then turned to face her.
"I'm fine," Ron mumbled in response.
Hermione reached a hand up and placed it on his chest, right over his heart. "No, you're not. What's wrong?"
Ron's eyes closed briefly. Hermione's hand against him was just way too much. It felt like she was burning a whole right through to his heart. He sighed. She was standing there looking up at him, worry written all over her face. She had no idea how he felt about her. He took a step back. "Nothing."
As Hermione slowly lowered her hand, Ron thought he saw sadness in her eyes. "Alright, but if you change your mind, tell me," she said softly, taking a step back and turning back to her bed.
Ron couldn't stand seeing Hermione sad. He felt he would do anything to make her smile. Anything at all so she wouldn't look so unhappy. He wasn't sure if his next actions would help at all, but he continued anyway. He reached out and took Hermione's hand, pulling her back around and towards him, and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. There was a pause before he felt Hermione's arms wrap around his neck slowly, and heard her sigh.
Oh god, he was a goner. He wasn't ever going to be able to let go. He groaned. Hermione giggled.
~*~*~
Hermione wondered what Ron was thinking about. What was going on in his head. Not too long ago, she had woken up from her nap when she had felt a hand on her cheek. Ron had thought she had still been asleep. His hand had felt nice; it was warm. But then he had pulled it away and gotten up.
Hermione had lain in her bed a few moments longer before getting up and standing behind Ron, asking him if he was alright. She had placed her hand on his chest, although she hadn't been sure what had possessed her to, and had asked what was wrong. His only reply had been 'Nothing.' He had taken a step back as he said that, and it had hurt; it felt like someone was clutching her heart too tightly. She knew why. She liked Ron. She wouldn't go so far as love yet, but she was pretty sure one day she just might. She wasn't sure when she had started feeling this way about the young man who was one of her best friends, she supposed it had just developed over time. She had been about to lie back down in her bed, when Ron had pulled her back into his arms. And that's where she was now. In the arms of her best friend, Ronald Weasley, and she felt safer than she had in her entire life.
Hermione could feel Ron's breath against the skin of her neck, and it sent tingles down her spine. She was surprised at how intimate a hug could be. She blushed lightly and giggled when she heard Ron groan.
Ron pulled his head back slowly, but his arms remained firmly around Hermione's waist. She lifted her head from his shoulder, looked up at his face. She gasped. Oh god, his gaze was so intense. His eyes, normally a light, cheery blue, were now the colour of the deep, dark ocean, and he was looking at her with so much. Want. Ron wanted her. Hermione's breathing became ragged. Ron wanted HER. Hermione had never thought of herself as very pretty, and Ron always seemed to go for the good-looking types. Little did she know that she was the definition of beauty in Ron's eyes. Ron leaned forward slightly and brushed his lips against hers. Ohgodohgodohgod. Ron had just kissed her. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes filled with wonder. Hermione felt the boy she held so dear slowly start to pull away, looking down. Just what did he think he was doing? He did not get to kiss her and then just walk away! With that thought in mind, Hermione tightened her grip around his neck and, standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his.
Hermione felt Ron hesitate, and she was about to pull back, but before she could move, she felt strong arms wrapping around her waist once again. She sighed contentedly as she pressed her body up against Ron's. Hermione's mind started screaming at her. What are you doing?! This is RON! One of your best friends!
Hermione ignored it.
~*~*~
Alysha rolled from her back onto her stomach, looking at Kailey and Ginny. "What do you think they're up to?" she asked.
"I don't think I want to know," said Ginny. "I don't like to think of my brothers doing anything of the naughty. Eww."
Kailey and Alysha laughed.
The three girls were all lying on the blanket and pillow covered floor of the living room, chatting and looking through magazines in their pajamas. Molly walked into the room, holding a plate piled high with -
"Who would like some chocolate chip cookies?" she asked smiling.
All three girls jumped up. "Me!" they exclaimed in unison, running forward and each grabbing two cookies off the plate.
"I'm gonna go get some milk. Do either of you guys want some?" Alysha asked.
"No thanks," Ginny and Kailey answered as they walked back over to the couch with Molly.
Alysha walked into the kitchen, and saw Harry sitting at the table, eating a cookie.
"Hi Harry," she said happily.
"Hi," Harry answered distractedly, staring at her. He wasn't staring at her face, though.
Alysha looked down, realized she was wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a slightly too large t-shirt that came only a third of a way down her thighs, exposing most of her bare legs, and blushed furiously. She was kind of shy when it came to showing her body, especially around her crushes, but her other pajama's were in the wash at the moment. She tried to casually pull the t-shirt down a bit to cover more of her legs.
"Uh. I just came in here to get some milk."
Alysha walked to the opposite wall, and reached up to one of the higher cupboards to get out a glass. As her arm went up, though, her shirt once again started riding upwards, exposing a little bit of pink panties. Once she got down the glass, she quickly pulled her shirt back down, her blush deepening. She got the milk and filled the glass halfway, all the while with her back to The Boy Who Lived. She could feel his eyes burning a trail all the way down her back, sending a pleasant tingle down her spine. She turned around, and walked over to sit at the table, across from Harry.
"So. What's new?"
Harry smiled. "Since I last talked to you thirty minutes ago? Not much." He said teasingly.
Alysha stuck out her tongue, while dipping her cookie into the milk slowly. "I was just trying to be polite." She took a bite of the cookie, "These are yummy," she said, licking her lips.
"Yes, they certainly look it." Harry said quietly, now staring at her lips.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
There was a few moments of silence before Alysha finished her first cookie and spoke. "Are you feeling alright? You're all zoned out-ey."
"Just thinking."
Alysha looked at him. "Okay. Well, I'm going back to the other room. See ya later."
Harry watched Alysha longingly as she got up out of her chair, and walked out of the room. He sighed. May we introduce to you The Boy Who Can't Talk To Girls, formerly The Boy Who Lived? . Yep, he was doomed.
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Note: Yay! Longest chapter so far! Well, read and review, please! Thanks!