Note: all the characters, classes and such are not mine; they belong to the
lovely J.K.Rowling. (she's the best!!!) =) Anyway, the song is called My
only wish (this year) and it's by Britney Spears. The plot and story are
mine though. And please be easy on me! Hope you like!! R/R please!!
Chapter Four:
My only wish (this year) (Hermione's point of view)
'Oh, god, I don't believe what I just did.' Hermione thought. It was December 24, Christmas Eve. She had just slipped a note inside of one of Ron's books. It was one of his many Quidditch books, so she was sure that he would get it by tomorrow night.
1 Last night I took a walk in the snow
Couples holding hands places to go
Seems like everyone but me is in love
2 Santa, can you hear me?
Hermione had been feeling extremely lonely and she decided that it was time to take a chance. She had written Ron a letter and, seeing his book on the Cuddly Cannons lying open on the table, she had slipped it in a few more pages ahead of where he was. He'd been reading a lot lately and every time she passed him, or did anything that he saw, his ears turned red. She prayed that this was because he liked her.
I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I sent it off, it just said this:
I know exactly what I want this year,
Santa, can you hear me?
She sighed to herself. She was in the common room doing some homework. Harry had gone with the rest of the Weasley's to have a snowball fight outside in the newly fallen snow. When suddenly a note flittered down onto her lap. It had fallen out of her book. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the untidy scrawl on the front. It was from Ron.
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me,
Someone to hold
Maybe, maybe, maybe
He'll be all my own in a big red bow!
"Oh, damn. Did he get it already?" she wondered aloud. He probably didn't want to break her heart and had put her down gently in this note. She hesitated, then collected her things and headed upstairs to her dormitory.
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here!
She sat down on her bed and carefully opened it. She held her breath as she read it:
Dear Hermione,
I noticed that in the library the other day that you were going to say something important but was interrupted by Ginny and Harry. You seemed sorta' nervous and I prayed that you were going to say what I thought you were going to say. But you never finished. Why? You know you can tell me anything, and you've also been avoiding me. And don't say you haven't cause you have!
Hermione, what I'm trying to say is this: I love you. I have since, well, I dunno when, but it came onto me in such a rush that I was scared. That's why I've been kind of distant lately. Now there I said it. I should feel better now, Harry said I would. But I'm just as nervous as before. Now I'm nervous about your re-action.
Love,
Ron
P.S.
If you don't share the same feelings for me I hope that we could still be friends.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. It was not anything like she expected. Now the only problem was to tell Ron, to his face, that she loved him too. A new rush of butterflies flew into her stomach. This is not going to be easy. She'll just have to talk to Ron in the common room that night.
Christmas Eve, I just can't sleep
Would I be wrong, taking a peep?
Cause I heard that you're coming to town
Santa can you hear me?
Later that night Hermione slipped on her robe and started downstairs. It was 1:00 in the morning. The time she told Ron to meet her in the note she'd put in his book. She knew that he'd gotten it because he was reading his book at dinner and after he got to that page his ears went a brilliant red. Hermione was at the opposite end of the table (purposely) sitting with Lavender and Parvati. They really weren't that bad of company. But now they were both sleeping soundly in the dorm that they all shared.
I really hope that you're on your way
With something special for me in your sleigh
Oh, please, make my wish come true!
Santa can you hear me?
Hermione was so nervous! She felt like a million butterflies were zooming around her stomach. Her heart was beating so hard and loud that she thought that someone would wake up. 'Just relax, you can do it.' She told herself as she reached the door leading to the common room.
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me,
Someone to hold
She opened the door slightly. Yes, there he was. His ears were pink and he was staring intently into the fire, muttering to himself. 'He looks so cute sitting there against the firelight!' Hermione thought. Her stomach suddenly gave an un-suspected jolt. This was it, and she knew it.
Maybe, maybe, maybe
We'll be all in love under the Mistletoe!
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here!
She quietly opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the common room. Ron jumped slightly and when he saw her, his ears and neck deepened their color, turning red. She just stood there for a moment, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of his. Then, suddenly, he sighed and sat back in the armchair again.
"Hermione," he said.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
She gulped and sat down on the couch across from him. "Yes?" she tried to act calm, but her heart was racing and beating as furious as thunder.
"I, uh, well, I'm assuming you got my letter?" he asked meekly.
"Yes I did," she breathed. "And you mine I can see."
He smiled weakly at her. "So, uh, what did you want to talk to me about then?"
She almost laughed. Ron. He would always beat around the bush; never say what's really on his mind.
I hope my letter reaches you in time
Oh, yeah
Bring me a love I can call all mine!
Oh, yeah
Cause I have been so good this year!
Oh,
Can't be alone under Mistletoe
He's all I want in a big red bow!
"I, uh, er, wanted to tell you something."
"Well, obviously," he gave her a look.
"Well, yes, of coarse. I, erm, I uh, Ron I agree with your letter." She finally managed to say without looking at him.
"That, that we should just be friends?" Ron asked quietly.
"No," Hermione said exasperated as she finally looked up at him.
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near!
"No?" Ron asked brightly.
"I suppose what you were praying for, in the library, it, it needs to come out. I do love you Ron, I really do." She said quickly.
Ron's ears went a brilliant shade of maroon. He walked over to her and sat down beside her. "Really?" he asked quietly taking her hand.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
"Really," Hermione whispered in his ear, barely audible.
She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. God, how she loved that smile. She reached up and stroked his hair.
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Then in a swift movement Ron was kissing her. It was exhilarating! It was soft and sweet. She kissed him back and intensified it a bit. He laughed. She stopped and looked at him, but he just smiled innocently and started to kiss her again.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Some odd minutes later they pulled apart. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his arms were squeezing her waist. He pulled her closer and she laid her head on his chest and listened to him breathing. 'This is how it should be' she thought as Ron stroked her hair. 'God I'm lucky!' she smiled to herself. This was the best Christmas ever.
Santa that's my only wish this year
Chapter Four:
My only wish (this year) (Hermione's point of view)
'Oh, god, I don't believe what I just did.' Hermione thought. It was December 24, Christmas Eve. She had just slipped a note inside of one of Ron's books. It was one of his many Quidditch books, so she was sure that he would get it by tomorrow night.
1 Last night I took a walk in the snow
Couples holding hands places to go
Seems like everyone but me is in love
2 Santa, can you hear me?
Hermione had been feeling extremely lonely and she decided that it was time to take a chance. She had written Ron a letter and, seeing his book on the Cuddly Cannons lying open on the table, she had slipped it in a few more pages ahead of where he was. He'd been reading a lot lately and every time she passed him, or did anything that he saw, his ears turned red. She prayed that this was because he liked her.
I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss
I sent it off, it just said this:
I know exactly what I want this year,
Santa, can you hear me?
She sighed to herself. She was in the common room doing some homework. Harry had gone with the rest of the Weasley's to have a snowball fight outside in the newly fallen snow. When suddenly a note flittered down onto her lap. It had fallen out of her book. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the untidy scrawl on the front. It was from Ron.
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me,
Someone to hold
Maybe, maybe, maybe
He'll be all my own in a big red bow!
"Oh, damn. Did he get it already?" she wondered aloud. He probably didn't want to break her heart and had put her down gently in this note. She hesitated, then collected her things and headed upstairs to her dormitory.
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here!
She sat down on her bed and carefully opened it. She held her breath as she read it:
Dear Hermione,
I noticed that in the library the other day that you were going to say something important but was interrupted by Ginny and Harry. You seemed sorta' nervous and I prayed that you were going to say what I thought you were going to say. But you never finished. Why? You know you can tell me anything, and you've also been avoiding me. And don't say you haven't cause you have!
Hermione, what I'm trying to say is this: I love you. I have since, well, I dunno when, but it came onto me in such a rush that I was scared. That's why I've been kind of distant lately. Now there I said it. I should feel better now, Harry said I would. But I'm just as nervous as before. Now I'm nervous about your re-action.
Love,
Ron
P.S.
If you don't share the same feelings for me I hope that we could still be friends.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Hermione let out a sigh of relief. It was not anything like she expected. Now the only problem was to tell Ron, to his face, that she loved him too. A new rush of butterflies flew into her stomach. This is not going to be easy. She'll just have to talk to Ron in the common room that night.
Christmas Eve, I just can't sleep
Would I be wrong, taking a peep?
Cause I heard that you're coming to town
Santa can you hear me?
Later that night Hermione slipped on her robe and started downstairs. It was 1:00 in the morning. The time she told Ron to meet her in the note she'd put in his book. She knew that he'd gotten it because he was reading his book at dinner and after he got to that page his ears went a brilliant red. Hermione was at the opposite end of the table (purposely) sitting with Lavender and Parvati. They really weren't that bad of company. But now they were both sleeping soundly in the dorm that they all shared.
I really hope that you're on your way
With something special for me in your sleigh
Oh, please, make my wish come true!
Santa can you hear me?
Hermione was so nervous! She felt like a million butterflies were zooming around her stomach. Her heart was beating so hard and loud that she thought that someone would wake up. 'Just relax, you can do it.' She told herself as she reached the door leading to the common room.
I want my baby, baby
I want someone to love me,
Someone to hold
She opened the door slightly. Yes, there he was. His ears were pink and he was staring intently into the fire, muttering to himself. 'He looks so cute sitting there against the firelight!' Hermione thought. Her stomach suddenly gave an un-suspected jolt. This was it, and she knew it.
Maybe, maybe, maybe
We'll be all in love under the Mistletoe!
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is here!
She quietly opened the door the rest of the way and walked into the common room. Ron jumped slightly and when he saw her, his ears and neck deepened their color, turning red. She just stood there for a moment, looking into those beautiful blue eyes of his. Then, suddenly, he sighed and sat back in the armchair again.
"Hermione," he said.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
She gulped and sat down on the couch across from him. "Yes?" she tried to act calm, but her heart was racing and beating as furious as thunder.
"I, uh, well, I'm assuming you got my letter?" he asked meekly.
"Yes I did," she breathed. "And you mine I can see."
He smiled weakly at her. "So, uh, what did you want to talk to me about then?"
She almost laughed. Ron. He would always beat around the bush; never say what's really on his mind.
I hope my letter reaches you in time
Oh, yeah
Bring me a love I can call all mine!
Oh, yeah
Cause I have been so good this year!
Oh,
Can't be alone under Mistletoe
He's all I want in a big red bow!
"I, uh, er, wanted to tell you something."
"Well, obviously," he gave her a look.
"Well, yes, of coarse. I, erm, I uh, Ron I agree with your letter." She finally managed to say without looking at him.
"That, that we should just be friends?" Ron asked quietly.
"No," Hermione said exasperated as she finally looked up at him.
Santa can you hear me?
I have been so good this year
And all I want is one thing
Tell me my true love is near!
"No?" Ron asked brightly.
"I suppose what you were praying for, in the library, it, it needs to come out. I do love you Ron, I really do." She said quickly.
Ron's ears went a brilliant shade of maroon. He walked over to her and sat down beside her. "Really?" he asked quietly taking her hand.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
"Really," Hermione whispered in his ear, barely audible.
She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back. God, how she loved that smile. She reached up and stroked his hair.
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Then in a swift movement Ron was kissing her. It was exhilarating! It was soft and sweet. She kissed him back and intensified it a bit. He laughed. She stopped and looked at him, but he just smiled innocently and started to kiss her again.
He's all I want
Just for me
Underneath my Christmas tree
I'll be waiting here
Santa, that's my only wish this year
Some odd minutes later they pulled apart. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and his arms were squeezing her waist. He pulled her closer and she laid her head on his chest and listened to him breathing. 'This is how it should be' she thought as Ron stroked her hair. 'God I'm lucky!' she smiled to herself. This was the best Christmas ever.
Santa that's my only wish this year
