This will be the last chapter, there may be a companion story, later, about Harry, probably involving a Harry/Ginny romance. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed. This chapter might not be tops yet. Tell me the weaknesses and I'll try to improve. I kind of had writer's block.(it is the bane of my existence.) I repeat this chapter may be improved/expanded at a later date, I just want it up before I go back to school tomorrow. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Hope you enjoy this.
Chapter 5: Uncontrolled
Finally, back at Hogwarts, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat as the Sorting took place and as Dumbledore gave the announcements. The announcements of course involved Voldemort, making it clear that he had honestly been reborn and that for safety reasons it was not wise to wander the grounds, or off, after dark. Harry sighed darkly and Hermione and Ron exchanged a worried glance, both at the news and at Harry's momentary lapse into a dark mood he was obviously hiding. But what could you tell someone who had been through of what he had. It was beyond the capability of most to even imagine. But then Dumbledore led the school in song (usually it was after the feast, Hermione suspected that it was in order to lighten the mood.) and Harry seemed to recover, laughing with everyone else as the feast began.
"Hermione!" Hermione looked up from her plate at the voice and sighed as she glanced at Harry and Ron stuffing their faces now with desert. She liked the feast too, but honestly, they were going to make themselves or someone else ill. She was surprised that she hadn't seen the voice's owner on the train. He had been her first friend, though she had become much closer to Harry and Ron later in her first year, After Ron had made her cry, then he and Harry had saved her. Since then all the adventures and danger had made the bond between the three stronger. But Neville Longbottom was a friendly acquaintance, it felt good to be needed by him, and he was a kind, if sometimes forgetful boy.
"Neville. Hello! I can't believe that I didn't see you on the train. How are you?"
" Hello to you too Hermione. Can I sit here?" Hermione glanced at the empty chair beside her.
"Of course Neville. How was your summer? You look taller." And they made small talk for some minutes until Hermione felt eyes on them. She looked to her left to see Ron glaring at Neville.
"OH, HONESTLY, Ron Weasley!" she didn't think, just acted. She grabbed his robes in one hand and the back of his head with the other and pressed her lips to his, shocking most of all herself, since it was her first kiss. She held the kiss, not making it too passionate, though it was rather angry, then pulled away, very red. Ron was worse, he was brilliant red, with his ears almost glowing. He managed to move his jaw in his stupor, and it dropped. He stared and began to mouth wordlessly.
"Well, on that note..." all eyes turned to Dumbledore, who's eyes were on Hermione and Ron, twinkling in what just then was an unpleasant way to the unfortunate two. "I would like to say enjoy your year at Hogwarts. Now off to bed. Prefects please escort the first years."
So the Gryfffindor prefects led the way to the Fat Lady, Hermione growing redder as she realized that the entire school had witnessed her first kiss. Ron, although still extremely red, was now attempting to conceal a grin. Once in the common room Hermione turned to him.
"Oh this is just great! Look at the mess we're in Ron! it's all your fault you know!" Ron's grin faltered.
"Why is it my fault Hermione, you kissed me."
"Well yes but...but.. you drove me to it! you are such a prat Ron, honestly I don't know why I put up with you!"
"It's because you love me Hermione! You said you did, and I know you wouldn't lie, especially to me." Ron dropped his voice. "Don't be afraid Hermione, things can be okay with us." Hermione looked flustered.
"Ron I guess we could try... but if we ever...ever, Oh you know what I mean! I would have no friends Ron, you would have Harry and I would be alone. I couldn't take it! I can't."
"Hermione, for such a clever witch you can be quite stupid."
"WHAT?"
"Well, the three of us, we'll always be friends. Look I love you and you love me so this is stupid! If you really aren't sure then fine but, it will be fine." He looked a little angry and Hermione felt close to tears.
"Maybe, we could try. But Ron I just have this feeling, that it's too early to fall in love I'm only just 15. This feels too easy, I feel like, love always seems like it is so hard, with so much pain. In all the books I read... and this isn't so hard, I just have this feeling that it will go all wrong. But then I have this other feeling that I do really love you, and I can't help thinking that Harry would feel uncomfortable if we..."
"If you started snogging like crazy every time my back was turned for a second? Maybe. But if you two fell in love and let everything be perfect, no." it was Harry and he was laughing.
"Well carry on, see you both tomorrow."
Hermione was now crying and laughing. Ron looked at her nervously.
"Er...Hermione, I...um....really am sorry about all this." She threw herself at him and he held her to him feeling very lucky and only a little awkward to be holding her, to be having such a tender moment in the common room of the Gryffindor tower, which happened to contain his brothers, who at that moment were pretending to sob.
"There, er, there Hermione, don't cry. I'm sorry, I really am... it'll be okay. You know, maybe the books are wrong, scary as that may be to you. I find it cheering. Anyway, maybe it is easy. I don't think there are any rules, you'd probably know them if there were. And if there were, well, I'd ignore them anyway. " She sniffed. He stroked her fluffy hair.
"I'm sorry it's not like a book Hermione. I'm sorry that it is too easy." She choked out a laugh.
"I'm the one who should be sorry Ron, I was scared, this is all so new. I just, well, I guess I would have liked a book or something. But I do love you Ron, and, scared as I am, I can't fight it. I don't really want to." she looked at him. He was sure that his heart had stopped when he saw then how much she loved him and worked on maintaining consciousness.
"Would you kiss me?" he felt himself shake slightly as he inclined his head and placed a small kiss on her lips. People clapped. Hermione, who seemed to have forgotten they were there blushed, said "good night Ron" and went up to her dorms. Once she was out of sight, Ron looked around at the crowd that had gathered. His brothers were once again pretending to cry joyfully. Pavarti and Lavender looked close to genuine tears. Everyone looked as though they had enjoyed the scene, as if it was for their benefit. Ron stared at them for a minute.
"Oh, bugger off!" he too went to bed.
Hermione Granger, laying in her bed, mentally amended her letter to Ron. Yes, she was scared. But she didn't want this to just pass by, even if it wasn't true, if it wasn't her only love, she wanted to have it. She had a feeling it wasn't a temporary thing though, that it wasn't only her first love. It was her only, she had a feeling. She had a feeling that it was something deep. She had a feeling that it wasn't just a feeling.
THE END
Good? Bad? Stupid? Fluffy?
Chapter 5: Uncontrolled
Finally, back at Hogwarts, Hermione, Ron and Harry sat as the Sorting took place and as Dumbledore gave the announcements. The announcements of course involved Voldemort, making it clear that he had honestly been reborn and that for safety reasons it was not wise to wander the grounds, or off, after dark. Harry sighed darkly and Hermione and Ron exchanged a worried glance, both at the news and at Harry's momentary lapse into a dark mood he was obviously hiding. But what could you tell someone who had been through of what he had. It was beyond the capability of most to even imagine. But then Dumbledore led the school in song (usually it was after the feast, Hermione suspected that it was in order to lighten the mood.) and Harry seemed to recover, laughing with everyone else as the feast began.
"Hermione!" Hermione looked up from her plate at the voice and sighed as she glanced at Harry and Ron stuffing their faces now with desert. She liked the feast too, but honestly, they were going to make themselves or someone else ill. She was surprised that she hadn't seen the voice's owner on the train. He had been her first friend, though she had become much closer to Harry and Ron later in her first year, After Ron had made her cry, then he and Harry had saved her. Since then all the adventures and danger had made the bond between the three stronger. But Neville Longbottom was a friendly acquaintance, it felt good to be needed by him, and he was a kind, if sometimes forgetful boy.
"Neville. Hello! I can't believe that I didn't see you on the train. How are you?"
" Hello to you too Hermione. Can I sit here?" Hermione glanced at the empty chair beside her.
"Of course Neville. How was your summer? You look taller." And they made small talk for some minutes until Hermione felt eyes on them. She looked to her left to see Ron glaring at Neville.
"OH, HONESTLY, Ron Weasley!" she didn't think, just acted. She grabbed his robes in one hand and the back of his head with the other and pressed her lips to his, shocking most of all herself, since it was her first kiss. She held the kiss, not making it too passionate, though it was rather angry, then pulled away, very red. Ron was worse, he was brilliant red, with his ears almost glowing. He managed to move his jaw in his stupor, and it dropped. He stared and began to mouth wordlessly.
"Well, on that note..." all eyes turned to Dumbledore, who's eyes were on Hermione and Ron, twinkling in what just then was an unpleasant way to the unfortunate two. "I would like to say enjoy your year at Hogwarts. Now off to bed. Prefects please escort the first years."
So the Gryfffindor prefects led the way to the Fat Lady, Hermione growing redder as she realized that the entire school had witnessed her first kiss. Ron, although still extremely red, was now attempting to conceal a grin. Once in the common room Hermione turned to him.
"Oh this is just great! Look at the mess we're in Ron! it's all your fault you know!" Ron's grin faltered.
"Why is it my fault Hermione, you kissed me."
"Well yes but...but.. you drove me to it! you are such a prat Ron, honestly I don't know why I put up with you!"
"It's because you love me Hermione! You said you did, and I know you wouldn't lie, especially to me." Ron dropped his voice. "Don't be afraid Hermione, things can be okay with us." Hermione looked flustered.
"Ron I guess we could try... but if we ever...ever, Oh you know what I mean! I would have no friends Ron, you would have Harry and I would be alone. I couldn't take it! I can't."
"Hermione, for such a clever witch you can be quite stupid."
"WHAT?"
"Well, the three of us, we'll always be friends. Look I love you and you love me so this is stupid! If you really aren't sure then fine but, it will be fine." He looked a little angry and Hermione felt close to tears.
"Maybe, we could try. But Ron I just have this feeling, that it's too early to fall in love I'm only just 15. This feels too easy, I feel like, love always seems like it is so hard, with so much pain. In all the books I read... and this isn't so hard, I just have this feeling that it will go all wrong. But then I have this other feeling that I do really love you, and I can't help thinking that Harry would feel uncomfortable if we..."
"If you started snogging like crazy every time my back was turned for a second? Maybe. But if you two fell in love and let everything be perfect, no." it was Harry and he was laughing.
"Well carry on, see you both tomorrow."
Hermione was now crying and laughing. Ron looked at her nervously.
"Er...Hermione, I...um....really am sorry about all this." She threw herself at him and he held her to him feeling very lucky and only a little awkward to be holding her, to be having such a tender moment in the common room of the Gryffindor tower, which happened to contain his brothers, who at that moment were pretending to sob.
"There, er, there Hermione, don't cry. I'm sorry, I really am... it'll be okay. You know, maybe the books are wrong, scary as that may be to you. I find it cheering. Anyway, maybe it is easy. I don't think there are any rules, you'd probably know them if there were. And if there were, well, I'd ignore them anyway. " She sniffed. He stroked her fluffy hair.
"I'm sorry it's not like a book Hermione. I'm sorry that it is too easy." She choked out a laugh.
"I'm the one who should be sorry Ron, I was scared, this is all so new. I just, well, I guess I would have liked a book or something. But I do love you Ron, and, scared as I am, I can't fight it. I don't really want to." she looked at him. He was sure that his heart had stopped when he saw then how much she loved him and worked on maintaining consciousness.
"Would you kiss me?" he felt himself shake slightly as he inclined his head and placed a small kiss on her lips. People clapped. Hermione, who seemed to have forgotten they were there blushed, said "good night Ron" and went up to her dorms. Once she was out of sight, Ron looked around at the crowd that had gathered. His brothers were once again pretending to cry joyfully. Pavarti and Lavender looked close to genuine tears. Everyone looked as though they had enjoyed the scene, as if it was for their benefit. Ron stared at them for a minute.
"Oh, bugger off!" he too went to bed.
Hermione Granger, laying in her bed, mentally amended her letter to Ron. Yes, she was scared. But she didn't want this to just pass by, even if it wasn't true, if it wasn't her only love, she wanted to have it. She had a feeling it wasn't a temporary thing though, that it wasn't only her first love. It was her only, she had a feeling. She had a feeling that it was something deep. She had a feeling that it wasn't just a feeling.
THE END
Good? Bad? Stupid? Fluffy?
