A/N: I know, I haven't done any of these in ages, but....I just dreamed up an idea! *grins* This IS funny -- it's one of those fics where you don't see it coming and then PHWAP! So just hold on until the end! Oh, and it's R/Hr, so just imagine your favorite match in place of it.
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"Ron?" Hermione looked up from her book suddenly, her face a picture of determination.
"Er...what?" asked a slightly annoyed Ron. He'd been trying to finish a delightful (or so Harry said,) book about Quidditch.
"It's only...could you come to the Astronomy Tower for a moment with me?" Ron wasn't sure, but it almost seemed as if Hermione couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"Wellllll, I suppose," said Ron, pretending reluctance. In truth, his heart was beating wildly at the prospect of being alone with the lovely Hermione. He rose and walked out of the common room.
"Soo... whatdidyouwanttotellme?" Ron squeaked.
Hermione puzzled a moment, and then realized what he had said. "Just wait until we get to the Astronomy Tower. I don't want anyone to be able to hear us." At these words, Ron's heart began to beat so fast, he was afraid it would burst. The two rounded the last corner, and stood in the moonlight near the window in the Tower.
"Ron...it isn't easy for me to say this," Hermione had to look of one who was about to spill her deepest, darkest secret. Of course, Ron was about to have an aneurism. "But I need to tell you."
"Erm...go ahead!" he fairly squeaked.
"I've wanted to tell you since the day we met." Ron could hardly help but notice the way the moonlight played on Hermione's face. "But I was afraid..."
"Don't be..." said Ron, trying to be gentle and loving, but coming out higher than a mouse.
"It's just that...that...I couldn't tell you...it was too embarassing! What if you hated me for telling you? What then?" Hermione paused. "But then...when we were close together...I just knew I couldn't wait a moment longer..."
Ron smiled, content upon knowing that his heart's desire would soon be his.
"Ron, what I mean to say is..." Ron held his breath.
"...you're breath smells like cat food."
And for the second time that day, Ronald Weasley fainted.
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A/N: Hehe....I liked that! *grins* Hope you did too! Anyway, if you give me some ideas, I'll do more of these "mis-interpretted moments" fics. Join METMA! (Sorry, coudn't help that little outburst...) Anyhoozles, PLEASE REVIEW! I need reviews! They are my life-force! And if you don't review, I'm going to have to do something I don't relish. (Okay, I do...) I'm going to make YOUR breath smell like cat food! *evil grin* and who knoooows what may happen?
A/N2: I want more people to do my challenge. For the rules, e-mail me at Leven5@aol.com.
A/N3: You wish you were as cool as Constipated Carol, the doll that comes with free prunes and laxatives!
A/N4: So review already!! (Yay, I fixed the spelling on Quiddich!)
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"Ron?" Hermione looked up from her book suddenly, her face a picture of determination.
"Er...what?" asked a slightly annoyed Ron. He'd been trying to finish a delightful (or so Harry said,) book about Quidditch.
"It's only...could you come to the Astronomy Tower for a moment with me?" Ron wasn't sure, but it almost seemed as if Hermione couldn't quite meet his eyes.
"Wellllll, I suppose," said Ron, pretending reluctance. In truth, his heart was beating wildly at the prospect of being alone with the lovely Hermione. He rose and walked out of the common room.
"Soo... whatdidyouwanttotellme?" Ron squeaked.
Hermione puzzled a moment, and then realized what he had said. "Just wait until we get to the Astronomy Tower. I don't want anyone to be able to hear us." At these words, Ron's heart began to beat so fast, he was afraid it would burst. The two rounded the last corner, and stood in the moonlight near the window in the Tower.
"Ron...it isn't easy for me to say this," Hermione had to look of one who was about to spill her deepest, darkest secret. Of course, Ron was about to have an aneurism. "But I need to tell you."
"Erm...go ahead!" he fairly squeaked.
"I've wanted to tell you since the day we met." Ron could hardly help but notice the way the moonlight played on Hermione's face. "But I was afraid..."
"Don't be..." said Ron, trying to be gentle and loving, but coming out higher than a mouse.
"It's just that...that...I couldn't tell you...it was too embarassing! What if you hated me for telling you? What then?" Hermione paused. "But then...when we were close together...I just knew I couldn't wait a moment longer..."
Ron smiled, content upon knowing that his heart's desire would soon be his.
"Ron, what I mean to say is..." Ron held his breath.
"...you're breath smells like cat food."
And for the second time that day, Ronald Weasley fainted.
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A/N: Hehe....I liked that! *grins* Hope you did too! Anyway, if you give me some ideas, I'll do more of these "mis-interpretted moments" fics. Join METMA! (Sorry, coudn't help that little outburst...) Anyhoozles, PLEASE REVIEW! I need reviews! They are my life-force! And if you don't review, I'm going to have to do something I don't relish. (Okay, I do...) I'm going to make YOUR breath smell like cat food! *evil grin* and who knoooows what may happen?
A/N2: I want more people to do my challenge. For the rules, e-mail me at Leven5@aol.com.
A/N3: You wish you were as cool as Constipated Carol, the doll that comes with free prunes and laxatives!
A/N4: So review already!! (Yay, I fixed the spelling on Quiddich!)