A/N: Sorry for not getting out the the next part to Tennage and Leave me breathless, but I've been soooo busy its not funny. My life is sooooo hectic! Anyways, this is a little story I wrote on the side, I had an inspiration to do it. It is set in the post-hogwarts years......R & R PLEASE!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful and talented JKR, without whom I wouldn't be writing this story.
I LOVE YOU
By Ron's Babe
It was a dreary day in the wizard village of Hogmeade, the usual bustle of people was dampend by the pouring rain. Hermione Granger sat in the Three Broomsticks, staring at the dull grey sky outside, sipping some foaming butterbeer, and reading a witchcraft magazine. Her new job at Hogwarts as the Transfiguration teacher was going well, she replaced Minerva McGonagall, who had retired. But that was not what was on her mind. She was wondering where a certain person was, what he was doing, how he was getting along in the real world. She wondered if he still remembered her, still remembered the adventures they had at Hogwarts. She wondered if he still....if he still loved her.
"Oh Ron Weasley, where are you?" She whispered to herself, a single tear carving a river down her face. She missed him so much. So very, very much. She barely even noticed through her sorrow the tinkle of bells signaling someone entering.
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Ron Weasley sat at the counter of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes joke shop, which he helped his brothers run, when he was not at the ministry. He worked in the Accidental magic reverse department, and it was always very busy. When he was not there, he was here, manning the shop while his twin brothers were concocting some new substance that made people's teeth dance. But something else was bugging him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't his job, he loved it at the ministry. It was something else. Then it hit him.
"Hermione," He whispered under his breath, staring oout the window. He wondered where she was now. Probably reading a book, he thought. He chuckled as he remembered Hermione, always with her face in a book, ignoring the world around her. Yes, those were the times. He traced theholes in the counter, thinking of what to do after closing up shop. Just as he was flipping the sign in the front window to "CLOSED", he came up with an idea.
"The Three Broomsticks, nothing can cheer me up better than some good ole butterbeer."
So off he went, running down the deserted street, cloak over his head, raindrops pelting him like bullets. AS he finally reached the sanctuary of the restaurant, something caught his eye.
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Hermione heard loud, flapping footsteps coming towards her. Alarmed, she jerked her head up. A tall, red headed figure was bounding toward her, his eyes alight with excitement. It was *him*. He was actually here!
"Ron!" She shouted, jumping up to greet him, tears stinging her eyes once again. Yet these were not tears of sadness, they were tears of joy.
"Hermione!" He shouted back to her; quickening his pace to get there sooner.
When they reached each other, they both stood still in front of one another, looking into eazch others eyes. Then, they moved so suddenly into a big hug, people would have thought that they were pushed together by some unknown force.
"Oh Ron, I've missed you so much!" Hermione cried, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I've missed you too Herm," Ron said back, hugging her tightly around her slim waist. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
Hermione pulled away, and looked into his sparkling eyes. "Well, I'm here!"
And then it happened. AS if in slow motion, their faces moved closer and closer, finally until their lips joined. And let me tell you, this wasn't some hello again kiss, this was the real thing. A kiss of true love, a love never nurtured or cared for until now. And his kiss was the beggining of a wonderful and glorious relationship............
~2 YEARS LATER~
"Hermione, where are by good robes, the green ones?" Ron shouted to his wife, as he hastily threw socks on.
"Ther're in the closet dear, along with all your other robes!" Hermione shouted back, as she was combing her long bushy hair.
Ron bounded up the stairs of their newly inhabited home, and into the bedroom to see his wife.
"You look beautiful my darling," He said playfully, bowing deeply.
" Oh Ron," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Where are we going again today, love? He asked, trying desperately to button the button on his robes.
"To the International Witches and Wizards Convention. Come here, and let me do that for you." She buttoned his button, and patted it down fondly. He seized this oppurtunity to grab her around the waist.
"Ugh, Ron, I need to get ready!"
"Do I get a kiss this morning? Hmm?" He pouted, tightening his hold on her.
"Oh fine." She gave in, and kissed him gently, placing her arms about his shoulders.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back lovingly.
"I Love you too," She replied, leaning on his shoulder.
So things hadn't changed since that day in the Three Broomsticks, except that now, our couple is married. Little do they know that something is going to happen that is going to change the course of their marriage.................................
TO BE CONTINUED! Aha! A cliffhanger! Cliffie Babe, ally of Cliffhanger Girl (grins at Fleur Hartz) strikes AGAIN! Next part to be up soon, probably tommorro! Love you all, please take heed of the little box below, and write a review. Toodles!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the wonderful and talented JKR, without whom I wouldn't be writing this story.
I LOVE YOU
By Ron's Babe
It was a dreary day in the wizard village of Hogmeade, the usual bustle of people was dampend by the pouring rain. Hermione Granger sat in the Three Broomsticks, staring at the dull grey sky outside, sipping some foaming butterbeer, and reading a witchcraft magazine. Her new job at Hogwarts as the Transfiguration teacher was going well, she replaced Minerva McGonagall, who had retired. But that was not what was on her mind. She was wondering where a certain person was, what he was doing, how he was getting along in the real world. She wondered if he still remembered her, still remembered the adventures they had at Hogwarts. She wondered if he still....if he still loved her.
"Oh Ron Weasley, where are you?" She whispered to herself, a single tear carving a river down her face. She missed him so much. So very, very much. She barely even noticed through her sorrow the tinkle of bells signaling someone entering.
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Ron Weasley sat at the counter of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes joke shop, which he helped his brothers run, when he was not at the ministry. He worked in the Accidental magic reverse department, and it was always very busy. When he was not there, he was here, manning the shop while his twin brothers were concocting some new substance that made people's teeth dance. But something else was bugging him, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. It wasn't his job, he loved it at the ministry. It was something else. Then it hit him.
"Hermione," He whispered under his breath, staring oout the window. He wondered where she was now. Probably reading a book, he thought. He chuckled as he remembered Hermione, always with her face in a book, ignoring the world around her. Yes, those were the times. He traced theholes in the counter, thinking of what to do after closing up shop. Just as he was flipping the sign in the front window to "CLOSED", he came up with an idea.
"The Three Broomsticks, nothing can cheer me up better than some good ole butterbeer."
So off he went, running down the deserted street, cloak over his head, raindrops pelting him like bullets. AS he finally reached the sanctuary of the restaurant, something caught his eye.
~~~~~~~~
Hermione heard loud, flapping footsteps coming towards her. Alarmed, she jerked her head up. A tall, red headed figure was bounding toward her, his eyes alight with excitement. It was *him*. He was actually here!
"Ron!" She shouted, jumping up to greet him, tears stinging her eyes once again. Yet these were not tears of sadness, they were tears of joy.
"Hermione!" He shouted back to her; quickening his pace to get there sooner.
When they reached each other, they both stood still in front of one another, looking into eazch others eyes. Then, they moved so suddenly into a big hug, people would have thought that they were pushed together by some unknown force.
"Oh Ron, I've missed you so much!" Hermione cried, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I've missed you too Herm," Ron said back, hugging her tightly around her slim waist. "I thought I'd never see you again!"
Hermione pulled away, and looked into his sparkling eyes. "Well, I'm here!"
And then it happened. AS if in slow motion, their faces moved closer and closer, finally until their lips joined. And let me tell you, this wasn't some hello again kiss, this was the real thing. A kiss of true love, a love never nurtured or cared for until now. And his kiss was the beggining of a wonderful and glorious relationship............
~2 YEARS LATER~
"Hermione, where are by good robes, the green ones?" Ron shouted to his wife, as he hastily threw socks on.
"Ther're in the closet dear, along with all your other robes!" Hermione shouted back, as she was combing her long bushy hair.
Ron bounded up the stairs of their newly inhabited home, and into the bedroom to see his wife.
"You look beautiful my darling," He said playfully, bowing deeply.
" Oh Ron," Hermione said, rolling her eyes.
"Where are we going again today, love? He asked, trying desperately to button the button on his robes.
"To the International Witches and Wizards Convention. Come here, and let me do that for you." She buttoned his button, and patted it down fondly. He seized this oppurtunity to grab her around the waist.
"Ugh, Ron, I need to get ready!"
"Do I get a kiss this morning? Hmm?" He pouted, tightening his hold on her.
"Oh fine." She gave in, and kissed him gently, placing her arms about his shoulders.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back lovingly.
"I Love you too," She replied, leaning on his shoulder.
So things hadn't changed since that day in the Three Broomsticks, except that now, our couple is married. Little do they know that something is going to happen that is going to change the course of their marriage.................................
TO BE CONTINUED! Aha! A cliffhanger! Cliffie Babe, ally of Cliffhanger Girl (grins at Fleur Hartz) strikes AGAIN! Next part to be up soon, probably tommorro! Love you all, please take heed of the little box below, and write a review. Toodles!
