By: *Squishy*Teddy*
Mind over Matter
Through the twisting and turning of the night, Ron and Hermione ended up in a different position then they started. Around her waist, her nightgown was twisted. Her curl-filled head laid on his chest. Her breathing was silent, innocent against his flesh. On his stomach laid her tender hand, flat and rising with each breath. Ron, on the other hand, had his arms wrapped around the woman, some fingers clung to her flesh, while others were tight around the fabric.
The alarm went off. It was 6:45, time to get up, fresh up, dress up and get ready for work. She closed her eyes tighter, not wanting to wake up, feeling safe where she was. But the radio blaring out some muggle song called to her to be turned off. She rolled in his arms, reaching towards the radio and flipped it off. As she was about to get up, she was pulled back down by a
pair of strong arms, that were slightly weak from sleep.
"Don't leave me," Ron's muffled voice was hoarse from sleep, as he pulled her closer to himself. He buried his redhead head into her curls, trying to go back to sleep.
"But I have things to do." She stopped to take a double take of who was saying this. Her heart nearly melted. She quickly mentally slapped herself. He probably just wants to be warm. Take all my body heat. Normal men. She thought, sourly. She pulled away again, just to be pulled back again, forcefully.
"Stay," Ron's voice sounded, gruffly. His arms wrapped tighter around her. She tried to pull away again.
"No, I have things to do today, Ron," She closed her eyes, truly wanting to stay, to be wrapped in his arms for the rest of forever. But, her head sounded of needing to do things. Damn that mind, a gift and a burden all at once.
"But I need you here," He pulled her back again. Smiling slyly, though his eyes were closed. He used to do this before he left. She'd always win though, and he'd walk off half angry and half something else. Hurt? Sadness? admiration, maybe?
"But, these things are important," She said, doing a futile job of getting up. She leaned against the bedpost. "let go."
"But I love you," He said, trying to pull her back to a laying position to sleep. He loved the way she'd sleep without a peep of noise. Her warmth she gave off. He loved being next to her, to hold her. To never wanted to get up.
Hermione pushed away. Her mind winning again, She jumped out of bed, facing the now, opened eyed Ron. The fabric falling back over her legs, her hands on her waist and was now giving a very accusing look.
"How dare you!" Her voice echoed the room. He tilted his head to look at her, confused again. He climbed out of bed, looking at her.
"How dare I what?" Ron reached for her arm, but she yanked it away. "I just want to go to bed."
"Then go to bed. I have to go," She walked to her closet, pulling blue robes out hastily and walking to the door. Ron stepped quickly in front of the stalking women.
"You can't leave," He argued, trying to push the angry women to bed. She didn't budge. "You have to be here with me."
"Like hell I do." Hermione side stepped and headed to the door. Ron grabbed her arm and pulled her over to him.
"Sleep," He pushed the reluctant girl to the bed, "sleep good..We like sleep."
"Ron, Shut up." She crossed her arms and headed back to the door. The young man raised an eyebrow at her. What had he done to get her pissed off?
"Rarow, who twisted your titties?" He sat at the edge of the bed, watching her walk towards the door and sulked. Sulked because he said the three most important words in the world, and she did nothing but get pissed off.
"Ron," she stopped at the door, not turning around, "don't say things you don't mean." With that piece of bluntness, she left. Her mind feeling wonderful, her heart, defeated. Damn that boy, why does he have to say that? Doesn't he know that it hurts? Her mind thundered, as feet stomped behind her. Ron's big feet.
"What do you mean 'things I don't mean'?" He growled and twisted her around, in the middle of the loft's hallway. Harry had his head peaking out and rolled his eyes behind his thick glasses.
"You said 'I lo-,' Oh why bother?" She twisted around, and slammed the door of the bathroom. Getting ready for a shower and the day ahead.
The redhead turned to Harry, who stood there, gawking. "What?" He snapped and slowly slid down the wall and held his head in his hands.
"You said I lo--" Harry was interrupted by a rant from the king of temper.
"Yes, I said I love you to her, and she just blows up at me, like I didn't mean it. How would
she know if I didn't mean it? God, How long have I cared about her?" Ron looked at Harry, who opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted, "Exactly! Why doesn't she ever notice? It's all those books, I tell you. It's like that Shakespeare novel she read in fifth year. What was it called?"
"Taming of the Shrew," a cold voice sounded from behind Harry. It was Draco. in his black boxers, watching the two boys. "Who's in the loon?"
"Hermione" Harry looked at Draco and then to Ron.
"Oh dear lord, a woman in the bathroom, I'll have to wait ages." Draco propped himself up against the wall "Now tell me, what's with this nonsense I hear from Ronald?"
"Oh, he said something her and she blew up. No big deal" Harry turned to go to his room, and was stopped by the pale boy.
"What'd he say?"
"I love you," Harry pushed up his glasses and continued walking.
"Why Potter! I love you too!" He waved at his back as he scrunched up gagging.
Ron had gotten up. "I can't believe her, how would she know," he turned to head into the room. When Draco piped up.
"I want her," he said slyly, pushing himself off the wall.
"No, Malf-" Ron was interrupted as the ignorant boy sounded.
"Master Malfoy, Weasley." Draco grinned.
"No. You can have everything but her." Ron said lowly.
"Now, Ron, remember your promise. In exchange for your life, I could have anything I want. That includes the Mudblood." He sneered.
"Mal-" Ron began, but Draco coughed, "Master Malfoy, Hermione is mine. She me-"
"I am nobody's!" The door to the bathroom had opened. And there she stood, watching the two boys quarrel. The two boys looked at her, in her blue robes. Her tight blue robes. Her too tight blue robes. They gaped at her as she walked past, each curve showing as she moved. "You both should be ashamed of yourself!"
Draco grinned and walked up to her, grabbing her hand and kissing a knuckle of it, "I am truly sorry, Granger." He straightened and walked back to Ron's room, shutting the door. The redhead stood behind her, watching her with love. She turned to him.
"Do you have anything to say?" She raised an eyebrow and watched him. He looked at the ground, arms crossed.
"Your robes are too tight," He bit his lip. He wasn't going to say sorry. In his mind, she was his, and he was hers, already. Love does that too you.
"What's wrong with my robes? You wear your jeans too tight and I never complained," though that wasn't true. She had to keep her feelings to herself. It was the only way of maintaining her weakness. She hated the way muggle girls watched him when he moved.
"Their too tight. I don't want you wearing them," He grunted, looking up at her slightly.
"Oh yes, Father dearest. I will wear them, you are not my owner, master or anything near it," She said, walking towards him tell she was just an inch away, "I don't tell you what you wear, you don't do tell me too. Honestly, Ron, you make me so mad!" She entered her room, slamming her door in his face before he could complain.
I don't want you wearing them, because I don't want anyone else to want you. I don't want them to take you from me, his mind echoed as he headed towards his room, opening the door and heading quickly towards the closet.
"Now you said 'She me-' In my mind, Weasley, that's gibberish, finish the sentence." Draco hissed as he was pulling on his clothes.
Ron grabbed a pair of jeans and a normal black robe. He turned towards him, holding back something. Tears? Yells? Screams?
"She means more then life itself to me. Take anything else you want, just not her. I'd die for her."
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Author's note: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, you really made me week. ^^ Um...I have a plan for he next one. This is a bunch of good old fashion mush! Well,...
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