Drop In The Ocean, chapter uno!
Author's Note: Ok, another really sappy, corny, ect. story. Very "fluffy". This one gets a little more... PG-13 than my other ones, but it
doesn't give any descriptive details (I know, Kace, it just ruins everything, doesn't it? lol) It's told in Hermione's pov. They're all kind of
OOC and this would NEVER happen in the real books, but then again this is a romantic story and most romantic stories written here
don't end up in J.K's next book ;) Ok, well, tell me what you think. Read and review! (I forgot- this is in their 6th year right now)
Disclaimer: (I feel so official!) Michelle Branch owns Drop in the Ocean (GOOD SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and J. K. Rowling owns the
characters, but I own the plot. It's all mine! Just kidding. Or maybe not. I don't know, I'm confusing myself.
Ok, so I admit it. I like Ron. More than just "Hey, Ron, let's play chess!". Don't ask me why, because most of the time I went to slap the
little (ok, tall) creep, so obviously even I don't get it. Harry loves to tease me about it, but he never comes outright and says that I like
Ron. It's always "Hey, I'm going to get my book, why don't you two go to the library and study alone until I get there?" and then
he coincidently never shows up. I'm thinking Ok, Harry, I get the point. But anyways, what I'm trying to say is that even though I don't
understand it and I think it's kind of weird, I can't help but be attracted to Ron. He can be really overprotective and competitive and
whiny and lazy, but sometimes that almost makes me more attracted to him. Sometimes. Rarely.
***********
It was a cold January day and Ron and I were playing chess. (haha) He was winning, of course, but I didn't really mind. Anything to
get my mind off of all the craziness going on around here. It just seems like lately, everyone's been, well... how do I put this delicately?
Seamus and Lavender are snogging on the couch, and Dean and Parvati are upstairs in his bedroom. I'll let you figure it out from
there. I sat there, trying to think of a good move against Ron's white pieces. I looked up to see him grinning mischieviously at me.
"Darn it! You know what move I should make!" I said, frustrated with my lack of talent in this game. Ron just laughed.
"Don't think so hard, it's really obvious," he suggested. I glared at him, but before I could say anything to him, Seamus and Lavender
rolled off of the couch with a loud thud. I caught Ron's eye and shook my head, disgusted. He shoved Seamus roughly with his foot.
"Hey, guys, get a room," he said loudly while trying not to laugh. They stood up (without breaking contact with eachother) and headed
up the stairs to the girl's dorm. Ron shook his head.
"I didn't mean literally," he muttered. I stood up.
"Well, look who's sleeping in the common room tonight," I muttered, throwing a pillow down on the couch and flopping onto it. Ron
came over and sat down on my ankles. Unexpectedly, ilicit thoughts rushed into my mind. I shook them away, and shoved Ron. He
picked up my legs and sat down, laying my legs down on top of his lap. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my embarresment. For a few
minutes we just sat there, and the whole time I was wondering about "the latest craze".
"Do you think we're the only virgins above the 5th year in this school?" I asked absentmindedly as I played with my hair. Ron
laughed.
"I guess so," he said, rubbing my feet. "But is that a good or bad thing?" he asked. I thought about it.
"Both, I geuss. I would never do it just because everyone else was, but it's not like I've never thought about it." I answered. Ron
nodded, and then sat up suddenly, looking like he just got hit with an idea.
"Hey, let's make a pact," he said, looking straight into my eyes. Damn, I hate when he does that. I couldn't help but look back into his.
"On... your 18th birthday, if we haven't already lost it... our virginity, I mean... we could..." he trailed off. I couldn't help but blush a lot.
"Um," I stuttered. "Sure," I said. If he only knew what answer came into my head when he asked me. He smiled faintly, all the while
keeping that strong connection that our eyes held. We shook hands, me blushing even more because his hand is touching mine,
and even after we had let go of eachother's hands, our eyes were still glued to eachother. It's amazing what you can see by looking
deep into someone's eyes; raw, flowing emotion.
love took me by the hand
love took me by surprise
love led me to you
love opened up my eyes
and I was drifting away like a drop in the ocean
and now I realize
that nothing has been as beautiful as when I saw heaven skies
in your eyes, in your eyes
Author's Note: Ok, another really sappy, corny, ect. story. Very "fluffy". This one gets a little more... PG-13 than my other ones, but it
doesn't give any descriptive details (I know, Kace, it just ruins everything, doesn't it? lol) It's told in Hermione's pov. They're all kind of
OOC and this would NEVER happen in the real books, but then again this is a romantic story and most romantic stories written here
don't end up in J.K's next book ;) Ok, well, tell me what you think. Read and review! (I forgot- this is in their 6th year right now)
Disclaimer: (I feel so official!) Michelle Branch owns Drop in the Ocean (GOOD SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and J. K. Rowling owns the
characters, but I own the plot. It's all mine! Just kidding. Or maybe not. I don't know, I'm confusing myself.
Ok, so I admit it. I like Ron. More than just "Hey, Ron, let's play chess!". Don't ask me why, because most of the time I went to slap the
little (ok, tall) creep, so obviously even I don't get it. Harry loves to tease me about it, but he never comes outright and says that I like
Ron. It's always "Hey, I'm going to get my book, why don't you two go to the library and study alone until I get there?" and then
he coincidently never shows up. I'm thinking Ok, Harry, I get the point. But anyways, what I'm trying to say is that even though I don't
understand it and I think it's kind of weird, I can't help but be attracted to Ron. He can be really overprotective and competitive and
whiny and lazy, but sometimes that almost makes me more attracted to him. Sometimes. Rarely.
***********
It was a cold January day and Ron and I were playing chess. (haha) He was winning, of course, but I didn't really mind. Anything to
get my mind off of all the craziness going on around here. It just seems like lately, everyone's been, well... how do I put this delicately?
Seamus and Lavender are snogging on the couch, and Dean and Parvati are upstairs in his bedroom. I'll let you figure it out from
there. I sat there, trying to think of a good move against Ron's white pieces. I looked up to see him grinning mischieviously at me.
"Darn it! You know what move I should make!" I said, frustrated with my lack of talent in this game. Ron just laughed.
"Don't think so hard, it's really obvious," he suggested. I glared at him, but before I could say anything to him, Seamus and Lavender
rolled off of the couch with a loud thud. I caught Ron's eye and shook my head, disgusted. He shoved Seamus roughly with his foot.
"Hey, guys, get a room," he said loudly while trying not to laugh. They stood up (without breaking contact with eachother) and headed
up the stairs to the girl's dorm. Ron shook his head.
"I didn't mean literally," he muttered. I stood up.
"Well, look who's sleeping in the common room tonight," I muttered, throwing a pillow down on the couch and flopping onto it. Ron
came over and sat down on my ankles. Unexpectedly, ilicit thoughts rushed into my mind. I shook them away, and shoved Ron. He
picked up my legs and sat down, laying my legs down on top of his lap. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my embarresment. For a few
minutes we just sat there, and the whole time I was wondering about "the latest craze".
"Do you think we're the only virgins above the 5th year in this school?" I asked absentmindedly as I played with my hair. Ron
laughed.
"I guess so," he said, rubbing my feet. "But is that a good or bad thing?" he asked. I thought about it.
"Both, I geuss. I would never do it just because everyone else was, but it's not like I've never thought about it." I answered. Ron
nodded, and then sat up suddenly, looking like he just got hit with an idea.
"Hey, let's make a pact," he said, looking straight into my eyes. Damn, I hate when he does that. I couldn't help but look back into his.
"On... your 18th birthday, if we haven't already lost it... our virginity, I mean... we could..." he trailed off. I couldn't help but blush a lot.
"Um," I stuttered. "Sure," I said. If he only knew what answer came into my head when he asked me. He smiled faintly, all the while
keeping that strong connection that our eyes held. We shook hands, me blushing even more because his hand is touching mine,
and even after we had let go of eachother's hands, our eyes were still glued to eachother. It's amazing what you can see by looking
deep into someone's eyes; raw, flowing emotion.
love took me by the hand
love took me by surprise
love led me to you
love opened up my eyes
and I was drifting away like a drop in the ocean
and now I realize
that nothing has been as beautiful as when I saw heaven skies
in your eyes, in your eyes