This has one (possibly two) words of description. Let me warn you. CORN.
FLUFF.
There ya go. I was high on sugar/acid (jk...just sugar) at the time that I wrote this, so please don't drown in the sappiness and unreality of it all. ^.^ Thanks.
"Mixed Up" Part Two
Hermione's first coherent thought was something along the lines of, "Wow, this is worth losing all chances of becoming Head Girl." The next was more along the lines of, "What am I doing?!"
"Ron, geroff me!" she snarled into his lips before pushing him bodily off of her. "What do you think you're doing?!"
She was trying unsuccessfully to shake off her emotions.
Ron was just staring, his eyes rather glazed looking. "I - I was kissing you," he whispered finally.
"*That* was really observant of you, Ron," she said sarcastically.
Red patches were appearing in Ron's freckled cheeks. "Hey -" he began.
"Ron, I have a boyfriend, in case you've forgotten. Or maybe you never noticed. But I do."
Ron just looked at her, as if he didn't quite understand. "Seamus?"
"Yes, Ron. Seamus Finnigan."
"Of course I knew that," he mumbled. "Everyone knows."
"I just blew Seamus off for my prefect duties. You know what? He wanted to SNOG! You know what? I'm snogging anyway!" Hermione appeared to have lost her mind.
"Calm down," Ron said soothingly, ever aware of her proximity. "I'm sorry."
Hermione stared at him, tears in her eyes. "Why do you do this to me?" she demanded weakly. "You just leave me out of it...I think that our friendship's over...that I've lost you forever...and then I get this." She gestured at him before bringing her hand to softly touch her lips. "I always thought you had heart, Ron." Tears were now trailing down her cheeks. "I had the brains...Harry had the glamour and the bravery and the fame...but you, Ron Weasley, I thought you had heart. And that was more important than all of the others combined." Her face hardened. "But you don't."
Ron was left speechless. He barely managed, "Hermione...I...I...why do you have to be such a numskull?" All of his energy appeared to have left him, and he dropped lifelessly into a chair.
Hermione touched her forehead. "I'm just all mixed up," she said hopelessly.
"Good description of how I'm feeling. 'Mixed up' just about sums it up." His voice was bitter. "Do you remember near the end of Fifth Year, Hermione?"
"Of course I remember. That was when the two of you began to ignore me completely."
"D'you remember, then, when I gave you that letter?"
Hermione just stared at him, confused. "What letter? What are you talking about?"
"You know. Let me quote it a bit for you: 'I've always loved you, even when I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that I couldn't. I think you're the most beautiful person, both inside and out, on earth...'"
Hermione's face lit up, then fell. "Seamus wrote me that..." she began in a bemused voice. "D-didn't he?" Ron's look answered for her. "B-but...I don't get it..." She trailed off. "You must be lying, Ron," she accused.
Ron merely stared. "Let me tell you the whole thing. Keep your comments till I'm finished." He took a deep breath and his voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "Harry and I spent six weeks composing that two page letter. I'd never worked so hard on something before, unless you count looking for Nicolas Flamel in our First Year. I tried to make it count. I wanted it to mean something to you...I wanted you to understand. I'd been hiding all that fluffy stuff from you since the Yule Ball. I *was* jealous of Viktor Krum. Don't you remember that line in the poem? How could you think Seamus wrote something like that? Anyway, I tried to phrase everything perfectly...to impress you or something, I guess. Some of the lines were really naff, but Harry was able to smooth out the edges for me. When we finally quilled the last word, I folded it up in an envelope and sealed it. I was trying to work up the courage to actually give it to you. Harry suggested that I use a school owl to deliver it at breakfast the next morning. So that's what I did.
"After you received it I was terrified. I ran off to the library. You know, I'd wait for you to find me. To tell me what you thought. I waited. And I waited. And I waited. By the time it was midnight, I had lost hope. You know how it is? I trudged up the Common Room. Hey, can you guess what I saw?" He paused, to let the words sink in. "You and Seamus were going at in the floor in front of the fire." He broke off; his voice had risen several octaves.
Hermione wanted to cry. Worse than cry. She wanted to use the Avada Kedavra curse for the first time in her life. On herself. She stared at Ron, wanting to say something, wanting to slap him. She wanted to do something. Anything to make all of these mixed up emotions to leave off of her. So, she did the first thing she could think of. Hermione reached out, without warning, and kissed Ron. He started in surprise, but Hermione pressed her lips to his, trying to block out all the thoughts that were playing Follow the Leader in her brain.
Ron mumbled something indistinguishable inside her mouth, which was rather funny when you thought about it. Maybe he was suffocating. After all, she was pressing his lips to hers rather hard. With that, Hermione snorted and broke the kiss, squealing with laughter.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking slightly hurt and euphoric at the same time.
She shook her head wordlessly, still convulsing with giggles. "It's just - it's just -" Hermione trailed off into a more laughter. Then, feeling strangely blissful, she caught Ron into a hug. She had to strain to reach his shoulders, but the hug was really nice. His overlarge hands fumbled in her hair. She looked up at him, and he was blushing beet red. Hermione suddenly remembered the letter Ron had written almost two years before, with full clarity.
"Ron, I was lying to you before. You *do* have heart."
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THE END (I know. Sugary Sweet.) ^.^
There ya go. I was high on sugar/acid (jk...just sugar) at the time that I wrote this, so please don't drown in the sappiness and unreality of it all. ^.^ Thanks.
"Mixed Up" Part Two
Hermione's first coherent thought was something along the lines of, "Wow, this is worth losing all chances of becoming Head Girl." The next was more along the lines of, "What am I doing?!"
"Ron, geroff me!" she snarled into his lips before pushing him bodily off of her. "What do you think you're doing?!"
She was trying unsuccessfully to shake off her emotions.
Ron was just staring, his eyes rather glazed looking. "I - I was kissing you," he whispered finally.
"*That* was really observant of you, Ron," she said sarcastically.
Red patches were appearing in Ron's freckled cheeks. "Hey -" he began.
"Ron, I have a boyfriend, in case you've forgotten. Or maybe you never noticed. But I do."
Ron just looked at her, as if he didn't quite understand. "Seamus?"
"Yes, Ron. Seamus Finnigan."
"Of course I knew that," he mumbled. "Everyone knows."
"I just blew Seamus off for my prefect duties. You know what? He wanted to SNOG! You know what? I'm snogging anyway!" Hermione appeared to have lost her mind.
"Calm down," Ron said soothingly, ever aware of her proximity. "I'm sorry."
Hermione stared at him, tears in her eyes. "Why do you do this to me?" she demanded weakly. "You just leave me out of it...I think that our friendship's over...that I've lost you forever...and then I get this." She gestured at him before bringing her hand to softly touch her lips. "I always thought you had heart, Ron." Tears were now trailing down her cheeks. "I had the brains...Harry had the glamour and the bravery and the fame...but you, Ron Weasley, I thought you had heart. And that was more important than all of the others combined." Her face hardened. "But you don't."
Ron was left speechless. He barely managed, "Hermione...I...I...why do you have to be such a numskull?" All of his energy appeared to have left him, and he dropped lifelessly into a chair.
Hermione touched her forehead. "I'm just all mixed up," she said hopelessly.
"Good description of how I'm feeling. 'Mixed up' just about sums it up." His voice was bitter. "Do you remember near the end of Fifth Year, Hermione?"
"Of course I remember. That was when the two of you began to ignore me completely."
"D'you remember, then, when I gave you that letter?"
Hermione just stared at him, confused. "What letter? What are you talking about?"
"You know. Let me quote it a bit for you: 'I've always loved you, even when I tried to convince myself that I didn't, that I couldn't. I think you're the most beautiful person, both inside and out, on earth...'"
Hermione's face lit up, then fell. "Seamus wrote me that..." she began in a bemused voice. "D-didn't he?" Ron's look answered for her. "B-but...I don't get it..." She trailed off. "You must be lying, Ron," she accused.
Ron merely stared. "Let me tell you the whole thing. Keep your comments till I'm finished." He took a deep breath and his voice cracked slightly as he spoke. "Harry and I spent six weeks composing that two page letter. I'd never worked so hard on something before, unless you count looking for Nicolas Flamel in our First Year. I tried to make it count. I wanted it to mean something to you...I wanted you to understand. I'd been hiding all that fluffy stuff from you since the Yule Ball. I *was* jealous of Viktor Krum. Don't you remember that line in the poem? How could you think Seamus wrote something like that? Anyway, I tried to phrase everything perfectly...to impress you or something, I guess. Some of the lines were really naff, but Harry was able to smooth out the edges for me. When we finally quilled the last word, I folded it up in an envelope and sealed it. I was trying to work up the courage to actually give it to you. Harry suggested that I use a school owl to deliver it at breakfast the next morning. So that's what I did.
"After you received it I was terrified. I ran off to the library. You know, I'd wait for you to find me. To tell me what you thought. I waited. And I waited. And I waited. By the time it was midnight, I had lost hope. You know how it is? I trudged up the Common Room. Hey, can you guess what I saw?" He paused, to let the words sink in. "You and Seamus were going at in the floor in front of the fire." He broke off; his voice had risen several octaves.
Hermione wanted to cry. Worse than cry. She wanted to use the Avada Kedavra curse for the first time in her life. On herself. She stared at Ron, wanting to say something, wanting to slap him. She wanted to do something. Anything to make all of these mixed up emotions to leave off of her. So, she did the first thing she could think of. Hermione reached out, without warning, and kissed Ron. He started in surprise, but Hermione pressed her lips to his, trying to block out all the thoughts that were playing Follow the Leader in her brain.
Ron mumbled something indistinguishable inside her mouth, which was rather funny when you thought about it. Maybe he was suffocating. After all, she was pressing his lips to hers rather hard. With that, Hermione snorted and broke the kiss, squealing with laughter.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking slightly hurt and euphoric at the same time.
She shook her head wordlessly, still convulsing with giggles. "It's just - it's just -" Hermione trailed off into a more laughter. Then, feeling strangely blissful, she caught Ron into a hug. She had to strain to reach his shoulders, but the hug was really nice. His overlarge hands fumbled in her hair. She looked up at him, and he was blushing beet red. Hermione suddenly remembered the letter Ron had written almost two years before, with full clarity.
"Ron, I was lying to you before. You *do* have heart."
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THE END (I know. Sugary Sweet.) ^.^
