A/N: Ok, now, I'm going to try to have some action :) Don't forget to review!!! By the way, I own none of this except the plot :) JKR does...obviously
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Hermione slinked through the common room, running quickly from shadow to shadow. Quietly, she climbed up the stairs that led to the boys' dorm, praying they did not creak. By the time she had reached the top, her heart was pounding and her breath came raggedly. Pulling herself together, she headed quietly towards Harry's bed.
Kneeling over, she gently opened his trunk with only a slight squeal from the hinges. She rummaged through the clothes inside (blushing slightly at the sight of underwear) and finally lifted out the object she had come for.
The cloak was sleek in her hands, and its silvery light seemed so bright to her that she felt it was a wonder the other did not awaken. Folding the cloak over her right arm, she headed towards the stairs . . .and stopped. Why not use the cloak now?
Snickering gleefully, she slipped it on and made sure no part of her was showing before creeping over to Ron's bed.
Ron slept soundly - as one could tell by the earthquake-like sounds coming from him - his face buried in his pillow. Hermione knelt so she could face him, then said very quietly, "Ron."
Ron mumbled something incoherent, and, now smiling evilly, Hermione decided to press on.
"Ron?" she said in a whisper. "Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can, Hermione," was the muffled response.
"Ron, I need you to do what I say. It's absolutely critical. Ok?"
Hermione suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. Now what had possessed her to say that? Before being able to take it back, though, Ron answered.
"If you say so."
Hermione considered the possibilities. With Ron under her control . . . they were endless. Finally, she settled on one she felt was rather amusing. Wouldn't Ron like to wake up outside, comepletly confused? Smirking, she leaned over him and said,
"Ron, I need you to get up and take my hand. We're going to the library."
Ron, oblivious to the cruel joke being played on him, did as he was told. Hermione took his hand as gently as possible and slowly guided him down the stairs.
"That's it . . .easy, there . . . careful . . ."
They reached the portrait hole after what seemed like ages, and Hermione, covering she and Ron with the invisibility cloak, just in case, slipped by unnoticed. She trotted down the hall, gently pulling Ron behind her, wondering why her hands were all sweaty. "I'm just nervous," she thought uncomfortably. She slid out the gates easily and headed towards the lake.
Once there, she removed the cloak from Ron's shoulders and told him to lie down again. She watching him do o when she realized with a flush that Ron was still in his underpants. Directing her gaze firmly on his face, she found that her hands were getting sweaty again. "Oh, come on!" She thought roughly. "You can't possibly be that nervous!"
She looked at Ron for a moment, then turned to head home, barely noticing the first snow of winter beginning to fall. She was about to take her first step when a sound came from behind her. Her nerves, already at an edge, cracked, and, forgetting she was invisible, she whirled around quickly.
Too quickly.
She spun around and hit Ron's feet. Her arm flailed wildly as she tried to catch herself, wishing she hadn't been so tense, and she fell. Right on top of Ron. The wind was knocked out of her, and she thought for breath. Ron's eyes fluttered open.
"Wha . . .? Where am I? And . . .Hermione?"
He squinted up at her and her breathing stopped again, though not because of a fall this time. She looked into his eyes and wondered why she had ever thought of doing something that mean to someone so cute.
Ron's green (A/N: I had no idea what color Ron's eyes were. Some people said green, some said blue, and others said brown . . . someone tell me which!) eyes were clouded with confusion.
"Hermione? What . . . What are we doing here?" he said softly.
Hermione couldn't say no to those eyes. She bit her lip, then spilled out the whole story. Overhearing their conversation, wanting to go to the forbidden forest, playing the joke on him . . . by the end of her tale, Hermione could not help but think of what an idiot she had been. Why had she gotten so uptight? She didn't understand.
"Hermione," Ron said quietly, " I . . ." a look of concentration crossed his face and he grimaced, " I'm sorry." He finished miserably.
Hermione felt her heart drop. Well, what had she expected? It was only Ron, after all. Suddenly, though "Only Ron" didn't seem to cut. Suddenly, it was "Ron." She sighed.
"I'm sorry too, Ron."
Snowflakes fell and melted on his face while they lay there in an awkward silence. Nothing stirred. Hermione could not take her eyes off Ron's face. Finally, taking a deep, shaky breath, she started,
"Ron, I . . ."
"Hermione, I . . ."
They stared at each other, dumbfounded. Then Hermione stood up, briskly dusting herself off. She couldn't go through with this. She couldn't admit the emotion that she had been hiding for so long. She picked up the invisibility cloak and turned towards the school.
Ron's hand gripped her arm. She tried to shake it off, but it was too strong. He spun her around so she was facing him then, without warning, pressed his lips against hers.
Hermione did not fight back. How could she, when this was the moment she had always dreamed of, deep down? Suddenly her whole body was warm with happiness, and everything around her became a blur. There was only her, and Ron, and pure, utter bliss. Ron lifted his head from their embrace, his red hair dotted with white, and whispered,
"I love you, Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, her big brown eyes on the brink of tears, and answered,
"And I love you, Ron."
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A/N: Awwwww, how cute!!! And fluffy . . .very fluffy . . . would you believe I had a totally different idea for the plot? But then it would have gone on too long, and bla bla bla. So . . .you like? *grins*
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Hermione slinked through the common room, running quickly from shadow to shadow. Quietly, she climbed up the stairs that led to the boys' dorm, praying they did not creak. By the time she had reached the top, her heart was pounding and her breath came raggedly. Pulling herself together, she headed quietly towards Harry's bed.
Kneeling over, she gently opened his trunk with only a slight squeal from the hinges. She rummaged through the clothes inside (blushing slightly at the sight of underwear) and finally lifted out the object she had come for.
The cloak was sleek in her hands, and its silvery light seemed so bright to her that she felt it was a wonder the other did not awaken. Folding the cloak over her right arm, she headed towards the stairs . . .and stopped. Why not use the cloak now?
Snickering gleefully, she slipped it on and made sure no part of her was showing before creeping over to Ron's bed.
Ron slept soundly - as one could tell by the earthquake-like sounds coming from him - his face buried in his pillow. Hermione knelt so she could face him, then said very quietly, "Ron."
Ron mumbled something incoherent, and, now smiling evilly, Hermione decided to press on.
"Ron?" she said in a whisper. "Can you hear me?"
"Of course I can, Hermione," was the muffled response.
"Ron, I need you to do what I say. It's absolutely critical. Ok?"
Hermione suddenly furrowed her eyebrows. Now what had possessed her to say that? Before being able to take it back, though, Ron answered.
"If you say so."
Hermione considered the possibilities. With Ron under her control . . . they were endless. Finally, she settled on one she felt was rather amusing. Wouldn't Ron like to wake up outside, comepletly confused? Smirking, she leaned over him and said,
"Ron, I need you to get up and take my hand. We're going to the library."
Ron, oblivious to the cruel joke being played on him, did as he was told. Hermione took his hand as gently as possible and slowly guided him down the stairs.
"That's it . . .easy, there . . . careful . . ."
They reached the portrait hole after what seemed like ages, and Hermione, covering she and Ron with the invisibility cloak, just in case, slipped by unnoticed. She trotted down the hall, gently pulling Ron behind her, wondering why her hands were all sweaty. "I'm just nervous," she thought uncomfortably. She slid out the gates easily and headed towards the lake.
Once there, she removed the cloak from Ron's shoulders and told him to lie down again. She watching him do o when she realized with a flush that Ron was still in his underpants. Directing her gaze firmly on his face, she found that her hands were getting sweaty again. "Oh, come on!" She thought roughly. "You can't possibly be that nervous!"
She looked at Ron for a moment, then turned to head home, barely noticing the first snow of winter beginning to fall. She was about to take her first step when a sound came from behind her. Her nerves, already at an edge, cracked, and, forgetting she was invisible, she whirled around quickly.
Too quickly.
She spun around and hit Ron's feet. Her arm flailed wildly as she tried to catch herself, wishing she hadn't been so tense, and she fell. Right on top of Ron. The wind was knocked out of her, and she thought for breath. Ron's eyes fluttered open.
"Wha . . .? Where am I? And . . .Hermione?"
He squinted up at her and her breathing stopped again, though not because of a fall this time. She looked into his eyes and wondered why she had ever thought of doing something that mean to someone so cute.
Ron's green (A/N: I had no idea what color Ron's eyes were. Some people said green, some said blue, and others said brown . . . someone tell me which!) eyes were clouded with confusion.
"Hermione? What . . . What are we doing here?" he said softly.
Hermione couldn't say no to those eyes. She bit her lip, then spilled out the whole story. Overhearing their conversation, wanting to go to the forbidden forest, playing the joke on him . . . by the end of her tale, Hermione could not help but think of what an idiot she had been. Why had she gotten so uptight? She didn't understand.
"Hermione," Ron said quietly, " I . . ." a look of concentration crossed his face and he grimaced, " I'm sorry." He finished miserably.
Hermione felt her heart drop. Well, what had she expected? It was only Ron, after all. Suddenly, though "Only Ron" didn't seem to cut. Suddenly, it was "Ron." She sighed.
"I'm sorry too, Ron."
Snowflakes fell and melted on his face while they lay there in an awkward silence. Nothing stirred. Hermione could not take her eyes off Ron's face. Finally, taking a deep, shaky breath, she started,
"Ron, I . . ."
"Hermione, I . . ."
They stared at each other, dumbfounded. Then Hermione stood up, briskly dusting herself off. She couldn't go through with this. She couldn't admit the emotion that she had been hiding for so long. She picked up the invisibility cloak and turned towards the school.
Ron's hand gripped her arm. She tried to shake it off, but it was too strong. He spun her around so she was facing him then, without warning, pressed his lips against hers.
Hermione did not fight back. How could she, when this was the moment she had always dreamed of, deep down? Suddenly her whole body was warm with happiness, and everything around her became a blur. There was only her, and Ron, and pure, utter bliss. Ron lifted his head from their embrace, his red hair dotted with white, and whispered,
"I love you, Hermione."
Hermione looked up at him, her big brown eyes on the brink of tears, and answered,
"And I love you, Ron."
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A/N: Awwwww, how cute!!! And fluffy . . .very fluffy . . . would you believe I had a totally different idea for the plot? But then it would have gone on too long, and bla bla bla. So . . .you like? *grins*