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Ch 1 Dreams
Ron stared apprehensively at the closed door, the urge to open it intense, but a barrage of doubts threw him into a state of confusion.
He knew who had knocked, and he knew what she wanted, but could he handle it? Could he open the door and look her in the face without his eyes reflecting the agony he felt inside? He slowly reached out and turned the handle, body on autopilot.
His mind screamed. No! I can't see her yet; she can't see me like this. Please, I can't talk to her yet… just wait!
But it was too late, the door was open. She lifted her eyes slowly off the floor, and a flash of guilt streaked across her face as she gazed at the unshed tears glistening in his sapphire eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her to leave him, but was quickly hushed when Hermione Granger took one large step toward him landing her as close as she could be without physically touching him.
The sudden closeness between them made Ron's body react on its own, he felt his temperature rise a bit and his breath quickened. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, trying to understand the complexities going through her mind. But Hermione's actions threw his thoughts again as she pressed her body close to his, tilting her head up to look into his face.
Her lips parted slightly, and Ron felt his self-control melt away. The hunger in her nutmeg eyes lit a burning flame deep within his own. The distance between their faces began to shorten and Ron closed his eyes tingling with the anticipation of Hermione's warm lips meeting his own.
But the sensation did not come. When he opened his eyes, he was on his back, staring at the ceiling above his king size bed. He sighed trying to untangle himself from the sheets knotted all around him. He had had trouble sleeping again. The night had been long and restless, and that dream didn't help.
"Wow," he whispered. The memory of that fluffy brown hair all around him made him shiver. He hadn't even given a thought to Hermione in years. Not until yesterday that is. It was just yesterday after all, that Ron had received the strange letter. He remembered it clearly. The large brown post owl was very familiar. It had a sash around its neck with the seal on it that he remembered so well. The large H stared back at him as if it knew he had been hiding from it. He took the letter from the owl and tipped it about 5 knuts.
The owl swooped out the window, a very dignified and professional air about it. Ron looked at the letter clutched in his hand. He set it on the table and left it to go take a shower.
Upon returning, clean and freshly groomed, Ron picked the letter up again. He had not been successful in forgetting it so quickly. He slipped a shiny blade under the waxy Hogwarts seal and opened the bit of parchment.
You Are Cordially Invited!
On the date of August 23, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your graduating class will be having a five-year reunion. Yes, five years has passed since your graduation and it's time to come back to see old friends and maybe mend broken relationships. So we hope to hear from you, as this is an RSVP situation.
I leave you with one thought: Bubblesnap.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Ron smiled at the closing. Dumbledore was a genius. Best wizard in the world, despite his madness, he had always thought so.
Then the point of the letter smacked him right in the forehead. "A reunion?" He groaned. That wasn't a very good idea. Not after what had happened on graduation day. He shook his head at the thought. No, he couldn't face them. It still hurt too much to think about. He wanted to attend, but knew that there was no way around the humiliation. Deep in thought and saddened by the useless opportunity to see his old friends, Ron apparated to work alone.
* * *
"I just don't like the idea is all." Hermione was raising her voice steadily. She didn't like to lose an argument, and this one wasn't going in her favor at all.
"It would be good for you, honestly Herm, look me in the eye and tell me you're not curious," Leslie smiled causing Hermione to blush deeply.
"But I…" the thought was left unfinished as she grinned widely at the thought of seeing Harry and Ron again. Before Hermione could think of another excuse, Leslie started in anew.
"Besides, you need a vacation. It's only a reunion. Not a funeral."
"I know." It was all she could do not to giggle at the thought of being back at the school again.
"Well" sighed Leslie, "I hate to leave you with your thoughts, because I know what happens, but I really should head to the office." A quick nod was the only reply. Leslie continued. "But I'll be back by seven. Should we do dinner?" And again, a slight nod answered yes. "Ok then, if you get bored, the bathtub could do with a good scrubbing." She smiled and was relieved to see Hermione doing the same.
"You don't have to worry Leslie," She smiled, "Like you said before, it's only a reunion. Nothing to fear." With that assurance, Leslie left Hermione to her mind's manipulations.
Hermione could usually handle her mind's musings with ease, but today was different. That dream had been so realistic and pieces kept floating in and out of her mind.
She remembered knocking lightly on a highly polished oak door, and holding her breath as if he would be able to identify her by the sound of that alone. And there she waited, for several minutes, the air thick with anticipation. But she could not turn away. And thank Merlin for that, because after what seemed like an eternity, she saw the doorknob jiggle a bit.
The gentle creak of the hinge pulled her eyes off of the floor, calling her sweetly back to reality. She met his eyes and felt her heart break at the sight of him. His fiery hair framed his face perfectly, and then there were those freckles. She could still remember how much she had admired them when they were young. But they had dimmed a bit with time, causing the face around it look more responsible, and mature. But it was not anything on the outside that nearly made her heart cease to beat. It was his eyes. It killed her to gaze into those crystalline eyes and see unshed tears glazing over them, protecting against the hurt she knew was her fault.
She had wanted to talk to him. To discuss, as adults, the events that had transpired between the two, but once standing with him, the words would not come. Instead, she took one step toward Ron, one tiny step she had wanted to take for so long. A step that took courage that even Godric Gryffindor would have been envious of.
His scent was amazing, how could anyone ever smell so good? Respect, Kindness, and Trust mingled into a strong spicy, sweet aroma that made her want to confess to him everything within her heart. Before she could do so, electric shocks ran up and down her body as Ron placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.
Instinct pushed her body to his and she looked up at his face, looking for a reaction to her advances. She parted her lips slightly as it was getting difficult to breath, being this close to him had always had this effect on her. Being this close to him was more than she ever could have hoped for. The feeling of his body pressed to hers was quickly weakening her legs and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his next move.
And that's where it ended. That was all she had. She had opened her eyes to the sound of her roommate's version of singin' in the rain echoing loudly in the bathroom. It took everything she had in her not to evict the poor girl after that. The dream had been exquisite, but why Ron? She hadn't even heard from him in five years. And after he had left things the way that they were, she should never forgive him! She defiantly wasn't saying that she did, but she did know that the fleeting memory of his warm hands had the power to make her blush deeper than any other.
A/N: I just thought I'd throw in here that this is my first fic ever. I'm VERY excited about it! I would love if you would review… but I'm not asking for it. ( So anyway, I hope you've liked the first chapter and yes, I plan to write more. (God willing) And also, I've never flamed anyone… so please, be gentle. I'm very fragile.
Ch 1 Dreams
Ron stared apprehensively at the closed door, the urge to open it intense, but a barrage of doubts threw him into a state of confusion.
He knew who had knocked, and he knew what she wanted, but could he handle it? Could he open the door and look her in the face without his eyes reflecting the agony he felt inside? He slowly reached out and turned the handle, body on autopilot.
His mind screamed. No! I can't see her yet; she can't see me like this. Please, I can't talk to her yet… just wait!
But it was too late, the door was open. She lifted her eyes slowly off the floor, and a flash of guilt streaked across her face as she gazed at the unshed tears glistening in his sapphire eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her to leave him, but was quickly hushed when Hermione Granger took one large step toward him landing her as close as she could be without physically touching him.
The sudden closeness between them made Ron's body react on its own, he felt his temperature rise a bit and his breath quickened. He put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him, trying to understand the complexities going through her mind. But Hermione's actions threw his thoughts again as she pressed her body close to his, tilting her head up to look into his face.
Her lips parted slightly, and Ron felt his self-control melt away. The hunger in her nutmeg eyes lit a burning flame deep within his own. The distance between their faces began to shorten and Ron closed his eyes tingling with the anticipation of Hermione's warm lips meeting his own.
But the sensation did not come. When he opened his eyes, he was on his back, staring at the ceiling above his king size bed. He sighed trying to untangle himself from the sheets knotted all around him. He had had trouble sleeping again. The night had been long and restless, and that dream didn't help.
"Wow," he whispered. The memory of that fluffy brown hair all around him made him shiver. He hadn't even given a thought to Hermione in years. Not until yesterday that is. It was just yesterday after all, that Ron had received the strange letter. He remembered it clearly. The large brown post owl was very familiar. It had a sash around its neck with the seal on it that he remembered so well. The large H stared back at him as if it knew he had been hiding from it. He took the letter from the owl and tipped it about 5 knuts.
The owl swooped out the window, a very dignified and professional air about it. Ron looked at the letter clutched in his hand. He set it on the table and left it to go take a shower.
Upon returning, clean and freshly groomed, Ron picked the letter up again. He had not been successful in forgetting it so quickly. He slipped a shiny blade under the waxy Hogwarts seal and opened the bit of parchment.
You Are Cordially Invited!
On the date of August 23, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, your graduating class will be having a five-year reunion. Yes, five years has passed since your graduation and it's time to come back to see old friends and maybe mend broken relationships. So we hope to hear from you, as this is an RSVP situation.
I leave you with one thought: Bubblesnap.
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Ron smiled at the closing. Dumbledore was a genius. Best wizard in the world, despite his madness, he had always thought so.
Then the point of the letter smacked him right in the forehead. "A reunion?" He groaned. That wasn't a very good idea. Not after what had happened on graduation day. He shook his head at the thought. No, he couldn't face them. It still hurt too much to think about. He wanted to attend, but knew that there was no way around the humiliation. Deep in thought and saddened by the useless opportunity to see his old friends, Ron apparated to work alone.
* * *
"I just don't like the idea is all." Hermione was raising her voice steadily. She didn't like to lose an argument, and this one wasn't going in her favor at all.
"It would be good for you, honestly Herm, look me in the eye and tell me you're not curious," Leslie smiled causing Hermione to blush deeply.
"But I…" the thought was left unfinished as she grinned widely at the thought of seeing Harry and Ron again. Before Hermione could think of another excuse, Leslie started in anew.
"Besides, you need a vacation. It's only a reunion. Not a funeral."
"I know." It was all she could do not to giggle at the thought of being back at the school again.
"Well" sighed Leslie, "I hate to leave you with your thoughts, because I know what happens, but I really should head to the office." A quick nod was the only reply. Leslie continued. "But I'll be back by seven. Should we do dinner?" And again, a slight nod answered yes. "Ok then, if you get bored, the bathtub could do with a good scrubbing." She smiled and was relieved to see Hermione doing the same.
"You don't have to worry Leslie," She smiled, "Like you said before, it's only a reunion. Nothing to fear." With that assurance, Leslie left Hermione to her mind's manipulations.
Hermione could usually handle her mind's musings with ease, but today was different. That dream had been so realistic and pieces kept floating in and out of her mind.
She remembered knocking lightly on a highly polished oak door, and holding her breath as if he would be able to identify her by the sound of that alone. And there she waited, for several minutes, the air thick with anticipation. But she could not turn away. And thank Merlin for that, because after what seemed like an eternity, she saw the doorknob jiggle a bit.
The gentle creak of the hinge pulled her eyes off of the floor, calling her sweetly back to reality. She met his eyes and felt her heart break at the sight of him. His fiery hair framed his face perfectly, and then there were those freckles. She could still remember how much she had admired them when they were young. But they had dimmed a bit with time, causing the face around it look more responsible, and mature. But it was not anything on the outside that nearly made her heart cease to beat. It was his eyes. It killed her to gaze into those crystalline eyes and see unshed tears glazing over them, protecting against the hurt she knew was her fault.
She had wanted to talk to him. To discuss, as adults, the events that had transpired between the two, but once standing with him, the words would not come. Instead, she took one step toward Ron, one tiny step she had wanted to take for so long. A step that took courage that even Godric Gryffindor would have been envious of.
His scent was amazing, how could anyone ever smell so good? Respect, Kindness, and Trust mingled into a strong spicy, sweet aroma that made her want to confess to him everything within her heart. Before she could do so, electric shocks ran up and down her body as Ron placed his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.
Instinct pushed her body to his and she looked up at his face, looking for a reaction to her advances. She parted her lips slightly as it was getting difficult to breath, being this close to him had always had this effect on her. Being this close to him was more than she ever could have hoped for. The feeling of his body pressed to hers was quickly weakening her legs and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his next move.
And that's where it ended. That was all she had. She had opened her eyes to the sound of her roommate's version of singin' in the rain echoing loudly in the bathroom. It took everything she had in her not to evict the poor girl after that. The dream had been exquisite, but why Ron? She hadn't even heard from him in five years. And after he had left things the way that they were, she should never forgive him! She defiantly wasn't saying that she did, but she did know that the fleeting memory of his warm hands had the power to make her blush deeper than any other.
A/N: I just thought I'd throw in here that this is my first fic ever. I'm VERY excited about it! I would love if you would review… but I'm not asking for it. ( So anyway, I hope you've liked the first chapter and yes, I plan to write more. (God willing) And also, I've never flamed anyone… so please, be gentle. I'm very fragile.