Drop In the Ocean, chapter dos! (Trusting You)
Author's Note: So what did ya'll think of it so far? The second part is why it's rated Pg-13 (hehehe) but I don't think there will
be a third part unless a lot of people really want a third part, so there probably won't be a third part. This part
is basically Hermione's 18th Birthday Party (hehehehehehehehe!) and what goes on with... the pact. (cough, cough,
hint, hint)
Disclaimer: J.K owns the characters, I own the plot, my friend owns the song (I'm so proud of her! It's a really good song too!)
I own Grace and Christopher. I just made them up two seconds ago ;)
"Happy Birthday, Hermione!" my friends yell as I can't help but grin. It's my 18th birthday, and so far it has gone
perfect. My friends Lavender, Harry, Grace, and Christopher, along with my parents, have thrown me a surprise party-
in my own apartment! It's probably my favorite gift, a place of my own where I can study in peace and quiet. Now
that I'm an intern at the Ministry of Magic, I do need that silent study time. We danced and laughed and listened to music.
Of course, my parents left early, very obviously trying to give me "party time" with my friends. They could have stayed,
but they wouldn't anyway. So Harry, Grace, Christopher and Lavender are giving me my gifts and I'm asking Harry
and Lavender about my other old friends at Hogwarts, whom I haven't seen for at least a year (A.N. I know my
timing is off, but just bare with me here, ok folks? Ahhh! I sound like my lit teacher!) Apparently, Parvati and Dean are
married (which is a complete shock), and Ron is... well, no one seems to know where he is right now. I've already
introduced my old friends to my new friends, and they seem to be getting along pretty well. My gifts arenumerous
and expensive, and my friends used the excuse that it's only because it's my 18th birthday, and now I am an adult. As
it turns 11:15, my friends leave. I flop down on my bed, in my apartment and grin, relaxing and remembering the joys
of the day. It's the perfect day. Then I pull out Harry's gift to me, a book of pictures from my years at Hogwarts.
I flip to the page of pictures of Ron. I do miss the little carrot top.
"I guess we broke the pact," I said with a small smile, as his picture began to pose in various positions for me.
Well, he always was quite the joker. I flip through a few more pages of memories before I hear a knock at the door.
It's probably a new neighbor, coming to welcome me or something. Oh, this day has been perfect. I jump off the bed
and unlock the door, opening it with a grin- a grin that only grows as I see who is calling on me so late in the night.
"RON!!!!!!!!!!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. I gave him a tight hug before stepping back to look at him.
"Happy Birthday," he laughed quietly, kissing me on the cheek. He has changed so much in the last year! He's
very quiet and almost shy and there's something I can't quite put my finger on...
"Come in, come in! This is my new apartment..." I trailed off, trying hard not to beam with pride. Ron took one look
at my face and laughed.
"I knew you'd love when you got your own place," he said. I grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down.
"So what's been going on with you since you left Hogwarts?" I asked. Ron shrugged.
"I'm being trained to be an Auror right now," Ron said, and now it was me who heard the pride in Ron's voice.
"That's wonderful! I bet it's terribly hard, though," I said. Ron nodded.
"That's about how it is. I'm the first Auror in the family so far," he said. I grinned again, almost unable
to contain myself with joy.
"I'm so proud of you!" I said. Ron looked up at me and smiled.
"I actually came here so I wouldn't be breaking the pact," he said with a slight grin that reminded me so much
of him when he was younger. I blushed a furious shade of red and turned away, trying to hide my nervousness.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to," he said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder, without a trace of nervousness
or vulnerability in his voice. Which makes me even more nervous, because I can almost not stand it as it is. How
the hell is he so calm when I'm falling apart??? I turn to face him, instantly feeling a little better.
"No... I want to keep the pact, I just... I'm... it's..." I stammered. Ron grinned.
"You're... nervous?" he suggested. I nodded, glad he didn't make me say it. I sat down slowly on the bed.
"I just... don't know what to do..." I said, looking at my hands. Ron came over and sat next to me.
"That's why we made the pact in the first place," he reminded me, pulling my face up by my chin with his finger.
Our eyes meet, and the intensity I hadn't felt in the longest time was back.
"I just... don't know how to start and don't know what to do and what if I'm horrible?" I said, voicing the fears that had been
growing in my mind for quite awhile. Ron shook his head back and forth slowly.
"It's my first time too, remember? I waited until this night," he said, his voice becoming softer as he revealed the
last piece of information. I couldn't help but smile at that.
"You did?" I asked. Ron blushed slightly.
"Yeah... so should we begin?" he asked. My heart began to beat faster in adrenaline, nervousness, and anticipation but I
nodded anyway. Ron leaned in slowly, holding the back of my head. Before our lips met, he stopped and looked at me.
I smiled slightly, and that seemed to tell him that it's ok. As our lips met for the first time, all the emotions that had been deep in
his eyes were now exploding inside me, and I could barely breathe. Before I even realized it, we were making out slowly. It just
seemed that no matter how close to me he was, it wasn't enough. I ran my fingers through his hair and then almost laughed. If
I had known this would happen when I was 12 or 13, I would've laughed. And now, I can't get enough of him. We layed back
on the bed and continued...
I'm trusting you with this
this sacred sensual action
who knew what was in that kiss
this deep seeded emotion
but when I give you the ultimate gift
remember that I'm trusting you, trusting you
with my heart
Later on, I snuggled into Ron's chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
"You want to know something?" he asked as he slowly ran his fingers through my hair. I nodded, exhuasted.
"I made the pact because I wanted to do this with you, because I loved you," he said somewhat nervously. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"So did I," I whispered. "and I still do," I said as I kissed him softly before snuggling back with him. Ron smiled.
"So do I," he said. And we fell asleep that way, content with everything and finally completely happy.
Author's Note: So what did ya'll think of it so far? The second part is why it's rated Pg-13 (hehehe) but I don't think there will
be a third part unless a lot of people really want a third part, so there probably won't be a third part. This part
is basically Hermione's 18th Birthday Party (hehehehehehehehe!) and what goes on with... the pact. (cough, cough,
hint, hint)
Disclaimer: J.K owns the characters, I own the plot, my friend owns the song (I'm so proud of her! It's a really good song too!)
I own Grace and Christopher. I just made them up two seconds ago ;)
"Happy Birthday, Hermione!" my friends yell as I can't help but grin. It's my 18th birthday, and so far it has gone
perfect. My friends Lavender, Harry, Grace, and Christopher, along with my parents, have thrown me a surprise party-
in my own apartment! It's probably my favorite gift, a place of my own where I can study in peace and quiet. Now
that I'm an intern at the Ministry of Magic, I do need that silent study time. We danced and laughed and listened to music.
Of course, my parents left early, very obviously trying to give me "party time" with my friends. They could have stayed,
but they wouldn't anyway. So Harry, Grace, Christopher and Lavender are giving me my gifts and I'm asking Harry
and Lavender about my other old friends at Hogwarts, whom I haven't seen for at least a year (A.N. I know my
timing is off, but just bare with me here, ok folks? Ahhh! I sound like my lit teacher!) Apparently, Parvati and Dean are
married (which is a complete shock), and Ron is... well, no one seems to know where he is right now. I've already
introduced my old friends to my new friends, and they seem to be getting along pretty well. My gifts arenumerous
and expensive, and my friends used the excuse that it's only because it's my 18th birthday, and now I am an adult. As
it turns 11:15, my friends leave. I flop down on my bed, in my apartment and grin, relaxing and remembering the joys
of the day. It's the perfect day. Then I pull out Harry's gift to me, a book of pictures from my years at Hogwarts.
I flip to the page of pictures of Ron. I do miss the little carrot top.
"I guess we broke the pact," I said with a small smile, as his picture began to pose in various positions for me.
Well, he always was quite the joker. I flip through a few more pages of memories before I hear a knock at the door.
It's probably a new neighbor, coming to welcome me or something. Oh, this day has been perfect. I jump off the bed
and unlock the door, opening it with a grin- a grin that only grows as I see who is calling on me so late in the night.
"RON!!!!!!!!!!" I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. I gave him a tight hug before stepping back to look at him.
"Happy Birthday," he laughed quietly, kissing me on the cheek. He has changed so much in the last year! He's
very quiet and almost shy and there's something I can't quite put my finger on...
"Come in, come in! This is my new apartment..." I trailed off, trying hard not to beam with pride. Ron took one look
at my face and laughed.
"I knew you'd love when you got your own place," he said. I grabbed his hand and forced him to sit down.
"So what's been going on with you since you left Hogwarts?" I asked. Ron shrugged.
"I'm being trained to be an Auror right now," Ron said, and now it was me who heard the pride in Ron's voice.
"That's wonderful! I bet it's terribly hard, though," I said. Ron nodded.
"That's about how it is. I'm the first Auror in the family so far," he said. I grinned again, almost unable
to contain myself with joy.
"I'm so proud of you!" I said. Ron looked up at me and smiled.
"I actually came here so I wouldn't be breaking the pact," he said with a slight grin that reminded me so much
of him when he was younger. I blushed a furious shade of red and turned away, trying to hide my nervousness.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to," he said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder, without a trace of nervousness
or vulnerability in his voice. Which makes me even more nervous, because I can almost not stand it as it is. How
the hell is he so calm when I'm falling apart??? I turn to face him, instantly feeling a little better.
"No... I want to keep the pact, I just... I'm... it's..." I stammered. Ron grinned.
"You're... nervous?" he suggested. I nodded, glad he didn't make me say it. I sat down slowly on the bed.
"I just... don't know what to do..." I said, looking at my hands. Ron came over and sat next to me.
"That's why we made the pact in the first place," he reminded me, pulling my face up by my chin with his finger.
Our eyes meet, and the intensity I hadn't felt in the longest time was back.
"I just... don't know how to start and don't know what to do and what if I'm horrible?" I said, voicing the fears that had been
growing in my mind for quite awhile. Ron shook his head back and forth slowly.
"It's my first time too, remember? I waited until this night," he said, his voice becoming softer as he revealed the
last piece of information. I couldn't help but smile at that.
"You did?" I asked. Ron blushed slightly.
"Yeah... so should we begin?" he asked. My heart began to beat faster in adrenaline, nervousness, and anticipation but I
nodded anyway. Ron leaned in slowly, holding the back of my head. Before our lips met, he stopped and looked at me.
I smiled slightly, and that seemed to tell him that it's ok. As our lips met for the first time, all the emotions that had been deep in
his eyes were now exploding inside me, and I could barely breathe. Before I even realized it, we were making out slowly. It just
seemed that no matter how close to me he was, it wasn't enough. I ran my fingers through his hair and then almost laughed. If
I had known this would happen when I was 12 or 13, I would've laughed. And now, I can't get enough of him. We layed back
on the bed and continued...
I'm trusting you with this
this sacred sensual action
who knew what was in that kiss
this deep seeded emotion
but when I give you the ultimate gift
remember that I'm trusting you, trusting you
with my heart
Later on, I snuggled into Ron's chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
"You want to know something?" he asked as he slowly ran his fingers through my hair. I nodded, exhuasted.
"I made the pact because I wanted to do this with you, because I loved you," he said somewhat nervously. I wrapped my
arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
"So did I," I whispered. "and I still do," I said as I kissed him softly before snuggling back with him. Ron smiled.
"So do I," he said. And we fell asleep that way, content with everything and finally completely happy.