Notes: Thanks for the help and suggestions to this story, and teaching me
how to upload it. Without it I would have never been able to shove one more
story into an already over crowed section of the Internet. Thanks also to
J.K Rowling for not suing my broke ass. To those (GOD KNOWS TO THOSE) who
are willing to stick around and read some more. And to love, just because
it moves me through every event in life, well and bad. May love never
abandon me.
Dedicated to those who have fallen in N.Y and D.C who have loved and are lost. And to those who still look for them for not giving up.
Title: The Other Scar and The Smile (The Friends Story)
By: Fighta Cross of the Haz-Mat team (cuz you are what you drink)
Rated: NC-17 for sexual content
Time always seemed to shift and bend with the human heart beat. The balance will always conformed to what was pulling at the heartstrings in the beginning. The soft brush on the cheek from someone you're in love with, slowing down time to almost an excruciating stand still, while speeding up heartbeats. The anticipation longing of what it is you dread or desired completely formatted the mind and heart.
The moments were so slow and secure as Ron carried Hermione with absolute sensitivity to her occasional stirrings. It couldn't have been more then five minutes. But there, carrying her with such a fear of breaking her, time seemed to stand still. The only thing disrupting the peace was the mild breeze of Topaz perfume from the garden growing more softly until the only perfume was from the girl herself.
Ron moved forward and finally reached the castle and kick the door with caution so not to damage it and moved inside and accidentally banged his head on the wall walking in. Let is be said that Ron has the grace of a gimp, newborn calf.
He placed Hermione on the floor and kneeled next to her to rest .He debated with himself on whether he should go call on Madame Pomfrey and leave her unguarded or try to wake her him self when he realized that he had a piece of chocolate still in his pocket. He fished it out and placed a piece of it in her mouth. Her lips were soft moved so slowly around his fingers that he felt embarrassed to have done so.
Hermione worked her mouth unconsciously eating the chocolate when she woke quietly. She looked sleepy and stupid looking about not knowing where she was when she spotted Ron and blinked.
"Ron? Where am I and what am I eating?" she asked flicking her tongue to reveal a tiny gray ball of lint. "Ugh."
"Um." Ron blushed feverishly as he tried to explain. "You fainted out in the grounds and I carried you back here. I gave you some chocolate to help you out. I should go get Madame Pomfrey, I'll be right back."
"Ron, wait, no. It's o.k. I just exhausted myself with that spell. Just help me up. I'm still kind of groggy."
He stared at her uncertain for a moment and she gave him a tired, confident look. He helped her up against he better judgment. "What the hell was that back at the lake? I thought you were going to kill us all."
"Oh that," Hermione grinned. "That's a spell that can give water form and movement. The more complex the shape the move difficult the spell. Creating a dragon is no easy task. For a moment I thought I was going to collapse before they left. Stupid gits fell for it though. I hope I never have to do that again. Wait, you carried me from there? Why didn't you get help?"
Now he felt stupid, why didn't get help? Realizing his stupidity he made up an excuse: "Um...Well I didn't want to leave you out by yourself.and.uh. if I got help you could've gotten.expelled from Hogwarts for using magic on to hurt someone. You know Snape. He would have blamed you for the dual."
"My, you thought of everything, haven't you Ron? Guess you're not such a prat after all. I think I'll keep you around a little longer."
".*What?!? That's the thanks I get?!? I played Superman for you and that's- DON'T LAUGH! Oh fuck you woman.*"Ron said irritated.
She slowly stopped laughing and was about to replay when she swayed a little and closed her eyes out of fatigue. She leaned toward Ron and rested her head against his chest. She muttered incoherently a little and stood up on her own again.
"Ohhh.my head. Help me to the Head Girl's Bathroom. I have some potion to help me regain my strength in the locker there. I'm just tired."
Ron put her arm around his shoulder and helped her walk down the hall and up the stairs. They were slow and awkward in there movement because of the difference in height. Occasionally Hermione would sway and almost fall. It was strange how quite the halls were as they moved along. It was Christmas break and the school was filled with decoration. The castle was less crowded on these days because of the visiting home. Draco usually went, but his father had to attend some business in Germany. When Ron heard about this his only replay was "Not only is he a Death Eater, he's a freaking Nazi too?"
Hermione did not appreciate the joke because her grandmother was from Germany but she said nothing.
The only time they were stopped was when Professor Flitwick spotted them holding and beamed up at them both.
"We always knew it would happen one day. You two were always fighting and teasing, it's the sign of young love." as he scuttled past Ron's knee and down the hall.
Ron's ears turned red.
They finally reached the Griffindor Head girl's bath as Hermione kept on fading in and out of sleep. They stood in front of the statue. She whispered something barely audible but nothing happen and she tried once more.
".Baby soft." she uttered, closing her eyes.
Ron picked her up as she lulled away into sleep once more. The door slide open and he walked in. The bathroom was huge, almost as big as his house. He looked at the gleaming marble walls and floor that glowed softly. The whole room had a look and feel of hundred of glowing candles coming from the walls. It didn't register until a few seconds that the walls held actual fairies insides, fluttering and dancing about. The sent of Topaz perfume us a bit stronger here then in the garden. Only then he realized the musky undertones and new layers of the sent. He felt calm and drunk on the lights and sent. The whole feel was soft and sensuous. He took in the sight more as he moved his eyes over the swimming pool size tub in the middle with the hundreds of different colored faucets with bejeweled handles. It even had a diving board. A few feet away, some fountains, a dresser, sink, a glorious view of the lake, and next to the wall sized window, a big, comfy looking couch. So THIS was one of the perks of being a Head Boy and Girl.
He carried her over to the couch and placed her there. His arm brushed against the couch. It was an unbelievable softness to it. It was softer then velvet, and stronger then silk.
"Herm.hey. Hermione. wake up.we're here." He gently shook her until she awakened.
"The dresser...third drawer on the right." She looked pasty and Ron was glad to get that potion now.
He went directly to the third drawer and fished out a blue potion bottled with the bright orange letterings of:
* "Eloise's Energy Extract- Feeling tired? Need an extra kick in the pants in the morning? Got to study for that extra hard examine and still be awake the next morning? Take a snippy and be zippy!"*
He eyed the potion for a moment. He wasn't exactly happy that Hermione traded rest for studying but surveying the area he could understand a bit more why. He fed her the potion and she lay there for a moment before she sprung her eyes wide open and started talked rapidly.
"HEY!!! Thanksron.ireally,really,neededthat.thoseguyscanbetotaljerks.thanksfornotsen dingmetomadampomfrey.itwouldhaveworriedharrysoimeannotthatharrydoesnthavebet terthingsto."
She stopped dead in her path of her rapid talking and blinked.
"Sorry.it's a side effect of the potion. It happens for a few seconds then I get to be my normal self."
Ron just started for a moment. He had so many questions. There rarely was a time that he and Hermione were alone. Would it matter even if they we're? No. her quite was something that took over everything for such a long time. She smiled, but it was seldom and even now, though she was grateful, she did not.
He didn't know where to start but, he thought, in the beginning.
"Hermione.You've changed.so.different." His words we're trapped in his thought unable to tell whether he wanted them out or in. He paced toward the window and saw a gorgeous view of the castle, trying to string he many thoughts in order.
Hermione only looked on with seemingly doe eyes. He looked at her and her doe eyes carefully studying him. He knew with utmost clarity that she had no clue what he was talking about.
She shifted her legs off the couch and patted the spot next to her. And a simple sad smile spread out vaguely on her lips. Time seemed so slow and it took forever to for it to form but there it was. A sad smile.
He looked at her and her sad smile, her damn doe eyes, and her heart. She loved him, she just loved Harry more.
"Jesus, Hermione. Aren't you tired?" he asked impatiently, carefully as he sat next to her.
"Ron, you ditz, I just took some..."
"No! I mean, of waiting, the way you look at me with those eyes. It's like your own personal scar. You hardly ever smile, your quite now, Hermione.Jesus.I might as well just ask. Are.are you.in love with Harry?"
She sat silent in humiliation and fear slipping away, lost in her own memories: of growing up, of Harry, Ron, Viktor, Hogwarts, realizing she was a witch for the first time. How could she tell him? Yes, I am in love with Harry. Yes, it tears me up inside that he doesn't want me, that he wanted Cho and he got her. Yes, yes, yes.. I am tired.yes, god, yes.
But she sat and look forward not making eye contact with this man she grew up with. Not making a sound and only listening to the gentle sounds of water flowing in the fountains. And a single tear fell quietly down her cheek out of Ron's view, then another, and another.
And soon she leaned toward Ron, letting her tears falls and hoarsely whispering, "...Yes.
Ron looked her watching her face contort with desperation and sadness that she been hiding for years. His heart dropped but he listened to her.
"Yes, oh god yes, I do. I'm tired. Ron I didn't want to say anything but I am. He doesn't love me, he never will. I'm not good enough. I never was and I never will be. He loves Cho, he always has and me. I'm just the friend."
So there it was: behind the bushy hair and sharp mind there was a woman, morning lost loves and opportunities that never came up, and feelings she never wanted but had to deal with. All of it flooding out.
"No one loves me." she whispered against his chest.
Ron's heart raced as her quickly walked to her and held her tightly and nuzzled her hair with his nose, hiding his own tears. He listened to her rapid whispered stopped her from saying more.
"No.Hermione, your wrong. someone loves you, people would have to be insane not to love you. Listen to what your saying. and listen to what I have to say.
Hermione, you drive up the wall, you taunt me, you're always nagging me to study and stop looking at girls, and god forbid the day you ever thanked my for making a jackass out of myself because I defended you.Jesus if I thought, even for a second, I didn't love you I wouldn't have bothered so long ago."
Silence filled the air with that final sentence. It hung like dead men for seconds, minutes, eons. Ron's heart was thumping in his chest so fast he thought time did slow down because no way a heart could beat this fast. It was Hermione who broke the silence.
"You.you love me?" she said moving from his chest and looking at his eyes. "You love me?" She repeated.
Ron nodded slowly. Trickles of fear dripped down his spine. He never wanted to say anything. It was just a stupid crush that got out of hand, he always told himself. A stupid, stupid crush that lasted 6 YEARS that's all.REALLY. But he always knew he was in love. He was desperately looking for a way out, for a moment where he could save himself from rejection.
"No you don't," she looked away. "You're only saying that to make me feel better. You don't love me."
This was unexpected, in Ron's mind she was twisted with being so completely revolted. But.THIS?
"No, no, Hermione, look." He moved his left sleeve up and pointed to a long, thin, scar moving horizontally across his forearm. "See this? I got this in our 5th year; remember? Draco was going to slap you and I stepped in to stop. We got in a fight and I got cut when a curse nearly missed me but it burned my arm a bit. I love this scar. I think about you every time I see it. Hermione it always been me whose loved you. Harry does love you but I'm.in love with you."
What must be done be done, what must be said be said. Consequences be damned, he thought.
She was lost in remembrance once more. Of her first year and how he over heard him complaining and how he sacrificed himself in that chess game to help her and Harry. Of her second when Draco called her a mud blood and Ron attack with his own broken wand and ended up vomiting slugs for days. How much it hurt her when Ron was mad at her when Scabbers was thought to be killed by her cat, then he forgave her and how he told her and Harry to save themselves. That he pretended to be interested in arithmacy when Viktor told her he might not see her for 3 years, just so she wouldn't be alone.
The arguments, the teasing the misunderstandings the frustrations, the dangers, the highs and lows. He was there. Always. He would've let himself be killed then watch her get hurt. He was the one in the garden running toward her, Ron, not Harry.
Harry was in love with Cho, was writing a letter to her and probably was sending it to her while she sat there. But Ron, he was the one who was there in the garden and carried her up flights up stairs at her request. Always there, the ditz, the idiot that did what had to be done to soften the emotional blows against her.
She looked at him in awe. How could she been so stupid? He was there he loved her and she loved him as well. She just never noticed because Harry, though unwittingly, took the attention from Ron.
He squirmed a little uncertain of her thoughts.
"Ron. I love you too." She smiled, the first real smile in what seemed forever.
She leaned forward to him and kissed him on the cheek just on the corner of his mouth and then, almost instinctively, she pressed her lips against his. As just a subtly as it had started, it gained momentum.
So soft, so soft, he thought. How did I get here? I'm dreaming. I know it.
His arms moved around her, pulling her closer and leaning back until she was on top of him. Their moments we're slow and awkward, feeling each other for the first time. He was moving slowly, grasping on to each memory of holding her.
Her fingers moved across his scar and up his arm to his head and played with his red hair that was longer then usual. She gently stroked the back of his neck with her right hand and held on to him with her left. She finally broke off the kiss and nuzzled him as he began to kiss and suckle on her neck. She moved her right and began to unbutton his cloak and shirt. He mimicked her moments kissing all the spots where the buttons laid against her skin.
She stood above him on the couch as she tauntingly took off her robes.Ron looked on in wonderment. She stripped down slowly as he pulled off his shirt and pants. She taunted him a bit by removing her bra slowly and let it fall on top of his chest
Ron touch her soft skin grabbed on to her hips and pulled down cotton white panties, revealing a shaven pussy. She stepped out of them and stood before him. He could've come just looking at her. It took every bit of his alert mind not to.
His slide his hand up her inner thigh slowly, up and down until she spread her legs a bit more.
"Don't tease." She muttered.
She lifted her left leg and hugged Ron's shoulder with it, pulling his face closer to her. Ron ears turned red.
He moved in and kissed her clit and she trembled. He lapped his tongue out and played with it as she grabbed his hair and shoulder to keep her stable. His figure moved over her pussy searching and finally he pushed one figure inside of her, then two while sucking on her clit. God, she tasted good.
She pushed against his face and hand as she rocked slowly back and forth, contracting her muscles around his fingers moaning.
"Oh god.Ron."she called out.
Come dripped on his hand and down to his scar.
He slowly laid flat on the big couch as she moved up on top of him. The light of the dancing fairies danced randomly across her entire body making her look holy when light reflected in her eyes. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and how beautiful she was. He just wanted to look at her with that face of yearning and that true smile. That beautiful smile.
She lowered her self on him while she took his dick and guided it inside her as she slide down tormenting slowly. She flexed her muscles as she went up and let them go as she went down. She looked down on him and noticed all the freckles on his skin that made him look almost tanned, the sweat barely starting to form on the crown of his read hair, at his big blue eyes. She meant what she said, she really did love him. She bent over to kiss him, still moving.
He rolled her over and moved back and forth, kissing the space between her breasts as she wrapped her legs over his shoulders and behind his neck. They moved slowly watching each other shiver and moan.
They kept moving together, never really speaking, just exploring each other from the couch to the floor.
Ron laid on the warm rug by the couch as she moved over him into a 69 position. She took his dick and sucked on it occasionally having to pause when Ron suck on her clit in the exact way she loved it. She reached her peak only moments before Ron as he came into her mouth.
She moved to the couch and help him slowly there as well.
"Hermione. please don't let this be a dream. Please, oh god please don't let this be a dream."
"It's not, Ron. Dreams aren't so kind. I really do love you. You been there all this time, always. I'm sorry I never noticed it before, but I really do love you." She began to cry a little over all the lost time.
"Shhh.. It's okay. I love you too. I should have said something sooner." He held her and stroked her hair.
Hermione slipped into a gentle slumber
Hermione and Ron didn't know how long they went on and they didn't care. They held on to each other and had the hurry of a fat cat lying in the windowsill on a spring afternoon. Time for them, had stopped. Nothing mattered in the world except for each other. Ron studied her smile and Hermione looked upon his scar as they laid with their legs intertwined under the covers of their robes and cloaks.
The sent of Topaz perfume and sex mingled in the air and created a new inviting sent that make them sleepy and warm. The light of the fairies within the walls died down as most went to sleep till all the light that was left came from the window that held the view of the moon lit lake and the gentle lights of the other side of the castle. There on that moon lit couch they held on to each other and slept. Now, not just the friends, the lovers as well.
Hope you like it. It took a lot longer then I thought. For a while I thought I wrote myself into some dead ends. I wrote in a little preview of Ch. 4 because everyone kept asking for Harry chapter. Well It is his book so what's a chapter.
Preview of Ch 4. Beyond The Years (Harry's Story)
"Everyone always told him he had his mother's eyes. And it was evident as he saw them in the photo album of his parents. Harry started a scrap book in addition to the photo album filled with pictures of Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Cho, Dumbledore and many others. He always knew what was to come, because he saw it long before, with his and his mothers eyes. Far beyond the years."
Dedicated to those who have fallen in N.Y and D.C who have loved and are lost. And to those who still look for them for not giving up.
Title: The Other Scar and The Smile (The Friends Story)
By: Fighta Cross of the Haz-Mat team (cuz you are what you drink)
Rated: NC-17 for sexual content
Time always seemed to shift and bend with the human heart beat. The balance will always conformed to what was pulling at the heartstrings in the beginning. The soft brush on the cheek from someone you're in love with, slowing down time to almost an excruciating stand still, while speeding up heartbeats. The anticipation longing of what it is you dread or desired completely formatted the mind and heart.
The moments were so slow and secure as Ron carried Hermione with absolute sensitivity to her occasional stirrings. It couldn't have been more then five minutes. But there, carrying her with such a fear of breaking her, time seemed to stand still. The only thing disrupting the peace was the mild breeze of Topaz perfume from the garden growing more softly until the only perfume was from the girl herself.
Ron moved forward and finally reached the castle and kick the door with caution so not to damage it and moved inside and accidentally banged his head on the wall walking in. Let is be said that Ron has the grace of a gimp, newborn calf.
He placed Hermione on the floor and kneeled next to her to rest .He debated with himself on whether he should go call on Madame Pomfrey and leave her unguarded or try to wake her him self when he realized that he had a piece of chocolate still in his pocket. He fished it out and placed a piece of it in her mouth. Her lips were soft moved so slowly around his fingers that he felt embarrassed to have done so.
Hermione worked her mouth unconsciously eating the chocolate when she woke quietly. She looked sleepy and stupid looking about not knowing where she was when she spotted Ron and blinked.
"Ron? Where am I and what am I eating?" she asked flicking her tongue to reveal a tiny gray ball of lint. "Ugh."
"Um." Ron blushed feverishly as he tried to explain. "You fainted out in the grounds and I carried you back here. I gave you some chocolate to help you out. I should go get Madame Pomfrey, I'll be right back."
"Ron, wait, no. It's o.k. I just exhausted myself with that spell. Just help me up. I'm still kind of groggy."
He stared at her uncertain for a moment and she gave him a tired, confident look. He helped her up against he better judgment. "What the hell was that back at the lake? I thought you were going to kill us all."
"Oh that," Hermione grinned. "That's a spell that can give water form and movement. The more complex the shape the move difficult the spell. Creating a dragon is no easy task. For a moment I thought I was going to collapse before they left. Stupid gits fell for it though. I hope I never have to do that again. Wait, you carried me from there? Why didn't you get help?"
Now he felt stupid, why didn't get help? Realizing his stupidity he made up an excuse: "Um...Well I didn't want to leave you out by yourself.and.uh. if I got help you could've gotten.expelled from Hogwarts for using magic on to hurt someone. You know Snape. He would have blamed you for the dual."
"My, you thought of everything, haven't you Ron? Guess you're not such a prat after all. I think I'll keep you around a little longer."
".*What?!? That's the thanks I get?!? I played Superman for you and that's- DON'T LAUGH! Oh fuck you woman.*"Ron said irritated.
She slowly stopped laughing and was about to replay when she swayed a little and closed her eyes out of fatigue. She leaned toward Ron and rested her head against his chest. She muttered incoherently a little and stood up on her own again.
"Ohhh.my head. Help me to the Head Girl's Bathroom. I have some potion to help me regain my strength in the locker there. I'm just tired."
Ron put her arm around his shoulder and helped her walk down the hall and up the stairs. They were slow and awkward in there movement because of the difference in height. Occasionally Hermione would sway and almost fall. It was strange how quite the halls were as they moved along. It was Christmas break and the school was filled with decoration. The castle was less crowded on these days because of the visiting home. Draco usually went, but his father had to attend some business in Germany. When Ron heard about this his only replay was "Not only is he a Death Eater, he's a freaking Nazi too?"
Hermione did not appreciate the joke because her grandmother was from Germany but she said nothing.
The only time they were stopped was when Professor Flitwick spotted them holding and beamed up at them both.
"We always knew it would happen one day. You two were always fighting and teasing, it's the sign of young love." as he scuttled past Ron's knee and down the hall.
Ron's ears turned red.
They finally reached the Griffindor Head girl's bath as Hermione kept on fading in and out of sleep. They stood in front of the statue. She whispered something barely audible but nothing happen and she tried once more.
".Baby soft." she uttered, closing her eyes.
Ron picked her up as she lulled away into sleep once more. The door slide open and he walked in. The bathroom was huge, almost as big as his house. He looked at the gleaming marble walls and floor that glowed softly. The whole room had a look and feel of hundred of glowing candles coming from the walls. It didn't register until a few seconds that the walls held actual fairies insides, fluttering and dancing about. The sent of Topaz perfume us a bit stronger here then in the garden. Only then he realized the musky undertones and new layers of the sent. He felt calm and drunk on the lights and sent. The whole feel was soft and sensuous. He took in the sight more as he moved his eyes over the swimming pool size tub in the middle with the hundreds of different colored faucets with bejeweled handles. It even had a diving board. A few feet away, some fountains, a dresser, sink, a glorious view of the lake, and next to the wall sized window, a big, comfy looking couch. So THIS was one of the perks of being a Head Boy and Girl.
He carried her over to the couch and placed her there. His arm brushed against the couch. It was an unbelievable softness to it. It was softer then velvet, and stronger then silk.
"Herm.hey. Hermione. wake up.we're here." He gently shook her until she awakened.
"The dresser...third drawer on the right." She looked pasty and Ron was glad to get that potion now.
He went directly to the third drawer and fished out a blue potion bottled with the bright orange letterings of:
* "Eloise's Energy Extract- Feeling tired? Need an extra kick in the pants in the morning? Got to study for that extra hard examine and still be awake the next morning? Take a snippy and be zippy!"*
He eyed the potion for a moment. He wasn't exactly happy that Hermione traded rest for studying but surveying the area he could understand a bit more why. He fed her the potion and she lay there for a moment before she sprung her eyes wide open and started talked rapidly.
"HEY!!! Thanksron.ireally,really,neededthat.thoseguyscanbetotaljerks.thanksfornotsen dingmetomadampomfrey.itwouldhaveworriedharrysoimeannotthatharrydoesnthavebet terthingsto."
She stopped dead in her path of her rapid talking and blinked.
"Sorry.it's a side effect of the potion. It happens for a few seconds then I get to be my normal self."
Ron just started for a moment. He had so many questions. There rarely was a time that he and Hermione were alone. Would it matter even if they we're? No. her quite was something that took over everything for such a long time. She smiled, but it was seldom and even now, though she was grateful, she did not.
He didn't know where to start but, he thought, in the beginning.
"Hermione.You've changed.so.different." His words we're trapped in his thought unable to tell whether he wanted them out or in. He paced toward the window and saw a gorgeous view of the castle, trying to string he many thoughts in order.
Hermione only looked on with seemingly doe eyes. He looked at her and her doe eyes carefully studying him. He knew with utmost clarity that she had no clue what he was talking about.
She shifted her legs off the couch and patted the spot next to her. And a simple sad smile spread out vaguely on her lips. Time seemed so slow and it took forever to for it to form but there it was. A sad smile.
He looked at her and her sad smile, her damn doe eyes, and her heart. She loved him, she just loved Harry more.
"Jesus, Hermione. Aren't you tired?" he asked impatiently, carefully as he sat next to her.
"Ron, you ditz, I just took some..."
"No! I mean, of waiting, the way you look at me with those eyes. It's like your own personal scar. You hardly ever smile, your quite now, Hermione.Jesus.I might as well just ask. Are.are you.in love with Harry?"
She sat silent in humiliation and fear slipping away, lost in her own memories: of growing up, of Harry, Ron, Viktor, Hogwarts, realizing she was a witch for the first time. How could she tell him? Yes, I am in love with Harry. Yes, it tears me up inside that he doesn't want me, that he wanted Cho and he got her. Yes, yes, yes.. I am tired.yes, god, yes.
But she sat and look forward not making eye contact with this man she grew up with. Not making a sound and only listening to the gentle sounds of water flowing in the fountains. And a single tear fell quietly down her cheek out of Ron's view, then another, and another.
And soon she leaned toward Ron, letting her tears falls and hoarsely whispering, "...Yes.
Ron looked her watching her face contort with desperation and sadness that she been hiding for years. His heart dropped but he listened to her.
"Yes, oh god yes, I do. I'm tired. Ron I didn't want to say anything but I am. He doesn't love me, he never will. I'm not good enough. I never was and I never will be. He loves Cho, he always has and me. I'm just the friend."
So there it was: behind the bushy hair and sharp mind there was a woman, morning lost loves and opportunities that never came up, and feelings she never wanted but had to deal with. All of it flooding out.
"No one loves me." she whispered against his chest.
Ron's heart raced as her quickly walked to her and held her tightly and nuzzled her hair with his nose, hiding his own tears. He listened to her rapid whispered stopped her from saying more.
"No.Hermione, your wrong. someone loves you, people would have to be insane not to love you. Listen to what your saying. and listen to what I have to say.
Hermione, you drive up the wall, you taunt me, you're always nagging me to study and stop looking at girls, and god forbid the day you ever thanked my for making a jackass out of myself because I defended you.Jesus if I thought, even for a second, I didn't love you I wouldn't have bothered so long ago."
Silence filled the air with that final sentence. It hung like dead men for seconds, minutes, eons. Ron's heart was thumping in his chest so fast he thought time did slow down because no way a heart could beat this fast. It was Hermione who broke the silence.
"You.you love me?" she said moving from his chest and looking at his eyes. "You love me?" She repeated.
Ron nodded slowly. Trickles of fear dripped down his spine. He never wanted to say anything. It was just a stupid crush that got out of hand, he always told himself. A stupid, stupid crush that lasted 6 YEARS that's all.REALLY. But he always knew he was in love. He was desperately looking for a way out, for a moment where he could save himself from rejection.
"No you don't," she looked away. "You're only saying that to make me feel better. You don't love me."
This was unexpected, in Ron's mind she was twisted with being so completely revolted. But.THIS?
"No, no, Hermione, look." He moved his left sleeve up and pointed to a long, thin, scar moving horizontally across his forearm. "See this? I got this in our 5th year; remember? Draco was going to slap you and I stepped in to stop. We got in a fight and I got cut when a curse nearly missed me but it burned my arm a bit. I love this scar. I think about you every time I see it. Hermione it always been me whose loved you. Harry does love you but I'm.in love with you."
What must be done be done, what must be said be said. Consequences be damned, he thought.
She was lost in remembrance once more. Of her first year and how he over heard him complaining and how he sacrificed himself in that chess game to help her and Harry. Of her second when Draco called her a mud blood and Ron attack with his own broken wand and ended up vomiting slugs for days. How much it hurt her when Ron was mad at her when Scabbers was thought to be killed by her cat, then he forgave her and how he told her and Harry to save themselves. That he pretended to be interested in arithmacy when Viktor told her he might not see her for 3 years, just so she wouldn't be alone.
The arguments, the teasing the misunderstandings the frustrations, the dangers, the highs and lows. He was there. Always. He would've let himself be killed then watch her get hurt. He was the one in the garden running toward her, Ron, not Harry.
Harry was in love with Cho, was writing a letter to her and probably was sending it to her while she sat there. But Ron, he was the one who was there in the garden and carried her up flights up stairs at her request. Always there, the ditz, the idiot that did what had to be done to soften the emotional blows against her.
She looked at him in awe. How could she been so stupid? He was there he loved her and she loved him as well. She just never noticed because Harry, though unwittingly, took the attention from Ron.
He squirmed a little uncertain of her thoughts.
"Ron. I love you too." She smiled, the first real smile in what seemed forever.
She leaned forward to him and kissed him on the cheek just on the corner of his mouth and then, almost instinctively, she pressed her lips against his. As just a subtly as it had started, it gained momentum.
So soft, so soft, he thought. How did I get here? I'm dreaming. I know it.
His arms moved around her, pulling her closer and leaning back until she was on top of him. Their moments we're slow and awkward, feeling each other for the first time. He was moving slowly, grasping on to each memory of holding her.
Her fingers moved across his scar and up his arm to his head and played with his red hair that was longer then usual. She gently stroked the back of his neck with her right hand and held on to him with her left. She finally broke off the kiss and nuzzled him as he began to kiss and suckle on her neck. She moved her right and began to unbutton his cloak and shirt. He mimicked her moments kissing all the spots where the buttons laid against her skin.
She stood above him on the couch as she tauntingly took off her robes.Ron looked on in wonderment. She stripped down slowly as he pulled off his shirt and pants. She taunted him a bit by removing her bra slowly and let it fall on top of his chest
Ron touch her soft skin grabbed on to her hips and pulled down cotton white panties, revealing a shaven pussy. She stepped out of them and stood before him. He could've come just looking at her. It took every bit of his alert mind not to.
His slide his hand up her inner thigh slowly, up and down until she spread her legs a bit more.
"Don't tease." She muttered.
She lifted her left leg and hugged Ron's shoulder with it, pulling his face closer to her. Ron ears turned red.
He moved in and kissed her clit and she trembled. He lapped his tongue out and played with it as she grabbed his hair and shoulder to keep her stable. His figure moved over her pussy searching and finally he pushed one figure inside of her, then two while sucking on her clit. God, she tasted good.
She pushed against his face and hand as she rocked slowly back and forth, contracting her muscles around his fingers moaning.
"Oh god.Ron."she called out.
Come dripped on his hand and down to his scar.
He slowly laid flat on the big couch as she moved up on top of him. The light of the dancing fairies danced randomly across her entire body making her look holy when light reflected in her eyes. He couldn't believe how lucky he was, and how beautiful she was. He just wanted to look at her with that face of yearning and that true smile. That beautiful smile.
She lowered her self on him while she took his dick and guided it inside her as she slide down tormenting slowly. She flexed her muscles as she went up and let them go as she went down. She looked down on him and noticed all the freckles on his skin that made him look almost tanned, the sweat barely starting to form on the crown of his read hair, at his big blue eyes. She meant what she said, she really did love him. She bent over to kiss him, still moving.
He rolled her over and moved back and forth, kissing the space between her breasts as she wrapped her legs over his shoulders and behind his neck. They moved slowly watching each other shiver and moan.
They kept moving together, never really speaking, just exploring each other from the couch to the floor.
Ron laid on the warm rug by the couch as she moved over him into a 69 position. She took his dick and sucked on it occasionally having to pause when Ron suck on her clit in the exact way she loved it. She reached her peak only moments before Ron as he came into her mouth.
She moved to the couch and help him slowly there as well.
"Hermione. please don't let this be a dream. Please, oh god please don't let this be a dream."
"It's not, Ron. Dreams aren't so kind. I really do love you. You been there all this time, always. I'm sorry I never noticed it before, but I really do love you." She began to cry a little over all the lost time.
"Shhh.. It's okay. I love you too. I should have said something sooner." He held her and stroked her hair.
Hermione slipped into a gentle slumber
Hermione and Ron didn't know how long they went on and they didn't care. They held on to each other and had the hurry of a fat cat lying in the windowsill on a spring afternoon. Time for them, had stopped. Nothing mattered in the world except for each other. Ron studied her smile and Hermione looked upon his scar as they laid with their legs intertwined under the covers of their robes and cloaks.
The sent of Topaz perfume and sex mingled in the air and created a new inviting sent that make them sleepy and warm. The light of the fairies within the walls died down as most went to sleep till all the light that was left came from the window that held the view of the moon lit lake and the gentle lights of the other side of the castle. There on that moon lit couch they held on to each other and slept. Now, not just the friends, the lovers as well.
Hope you like it. It took a lot longer then I thought. For a while I thought I wrote myself into some dead ends. I wrote in a little preview of Ch. 4 because everyone kept asking for Harry chapter. Well It is his book so what's a chapter.
Preview of Ch 4. Beyond The Years (Harry's Story)
"Everyone always told him he had his mother's eyes. And it was evident as he saw them in the photo album of his parents. Harry started a scrap book in addition to the photo album filled with pictures of Hermione, Ron, Hagrid, Cho, Dumbledore and many others. He always knew what was to come, because he saw it long before, with his and his mothers eyes. Far beyond the years."
