A.N: Hey everyone. My 4th chapter, I hope you like it. I don't know how good it is, to me it seems a little weird or boring. But, just review and let me know how you like it. Throw in some ideas if you want. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Hope you like this.
"Hermione, I don't feel comfortable sneaking into Dumbledore's office and taking something that doesn't belong to me, and then handing it over to Malfoy. I mean, he's not very reliable, and who knows what he wants. I think it would be best if we just let Malfoy show Ron the picture, we'll explain to him exactly what happened." Harry reasoned, but Hermione just shook her head in disapproval.
"Harry, it's not that easy. I have to admit something to you, which might make this situation a little more complicated. Well, Ron and me...it's not that easy to just show him a picture and assume everything will be okay. We're not, we're a little more then just...."
"Hey guys!" Hermione and Harry grew speechless and shocked. There, running towards them, was Ron. "I'm sorry about how I left, I mean, there has to be a good reason why you guys didn't force Malfoy to leave, right? Well, it doesn't matter now, he's gone. So, what did I miss with that prat anyway?" Ron inquired.
"Nothing." Both Harry and Hermione lied at the same time. Ron tilted his head slightly in uncertainty, but seemed to rub it off because a wide smile spread quickly across his face.
"Okay, anyway, I was wondering, Hermione, could I talk to you?" He asked as he began to flush with embarrassment. Hermione began to fiddle with her long robe but quickly turned from Harry to Ron and agreed.
Ron nodded slightly to Harry before turning his heel and escorted Hermione out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, I think I need to tell you something. It's pretty important, so don't laugh." Ron mentioned, beginning to play with his sweaty palms.
"I won't laugh, Ron." Hermione responded, as she looked deeply into Ron's eyes.
"Well, if I'm not mistaking, I am sure you know how I feel about you. People I don't even know seem to know how I feel about you, Hermione." Ron admitted as he put a closure to the space that separated him and Hermione.
"I figured out how you felt about me, Ron." Hermione said, as she took a cautioned glance behind to make sure no one was in sight.
"Okay, so, my question for you is, how do you feel about me?" Ron asked, his face glowing with curiosity and excitement.
"I…I…feel for you, Ron." Hermione said as she looked down at her feet as they drew unrecognizable designs in the dirt.
"What feelings are there?" Ron pushed. Hermione seemed at lost for words, but her actions weren't so dull. She turned her direction towards Ron, and looked deeply into his softened eyes and delivered him a kiss so passionately that she felt she had traveled the world in the time she felt Ron against her lips. As they separated, Ron's face no longer pondered for questions, now he showed a bright smile on his bashful face.
"Ron, I think I need to tell you something, before we…get any further with ourselves." Hermione began. Ron just nodded, and Hermione continued on. "It's actually rather stupid now that I think about it. Harry thinks so, too."
"Harry?" Ron inquired. "What about Harry?"
"Well." Hermione began with laughter in her voice. "Harry decided to take me on a walk, and…well…" Hermione stuttered. Then when she looked one last glance into Ron's gorgeous eyes, and his loving face, she found it hard to continue on, although she did.
"He told me about you." She spat out at once.
"Harry told you about me?" Ron repeated.
"Yes. He informed me on how you felt."
"I never told Harry." And then Ron seemed to remember something he hadn't before. "Oh, that skrewt, he was awake." Ron said aloud as he punched his leg lightly with his tightened fist.
"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned.
"Never mind about that." Ron answered and moved his lips closer to Hermione's once again until they made contact.
"Well, well, well, If it isn't Hermione and Ron? Hmm, I sure with I had a…camera." Hermione pushed Ron away from him at once, and looked up to see, once again, Malfoy standing there with a scheming smirk spread across his face.
"If it isn't Malfoy." Ron shot back. "Once again, inviting himself where he isn't welcomed."
"How about we ask Hermione that." Malfoy said slyly. Hermione felt torn, and couldn't quite find the words she was looking for. "Hermione, would you like to see an interesting picture?" Malfoy said as he pulled out a picture out of the pocket of his robe. "I…I…" Hermione stuttered.
"Malfoy!" Stadning there behind Malfoy was Harry.
"Well, this just gets better and better." Malfoy smirked.
Harry ignored Malfoy's statement.
"Malfoy, no one wants to see your picture, if you know what I mean." Harry began. "We need to talk." Malfoy's smile only began to grow larger.
"Have a nice evening, you two." And took a little bow before leaving Hermione and Ron's sight, and leaving the area with Harry.
"Hermione, what's going on?" Ron asked after Harry and Malfoy had left. "What does Malfoy want?"
"Hermione, I don't feel comfortable sneaking into Dumbledore's office and taking something that doesn't belong to me, and then handing it over to Malfoy. I mean, he's not very reliable, and who knows what he wants. I think it would be best if we just let Malfoy show Ron the picture, we'll explain to him exactly what happened." Harry reasoned, but Hermione just shook her head in disapproval.
"Harry, it's not that easy. I have to admit something to you, which might make this situation a little more complicated. Well, Ron and me...it's not that easy to just show him a picture and assume everything will be okay. We're not, we're a little more then just...."
"Hey guys!" Hermione and Harry grew speechless and shocked. There, running towards them, was Ron. "I'm sorry about how I left, I mean, there has to be a good reason why you guys didn't force Malfoy to leave, right? Well, it doesn't matter now, he's gone. So, what did I miss with that prat anyway?" Ron inquired.
"Nothing." Both Harry and Hermione lied at the same time. Ron tilted his head slightly in uncertainty, but seemed to rub it off because a wide smile spread quickly across his face.
"Okay, anyway, I was wondering, Hermione, could I talk to you?" He asked as he began to flush with embarrassment. Hermione began to fiddle with her long robe but quickly turned from Harry to Ron and agreed.
Ron nodded slightly to Harry before turning his heel and escorted Hermione out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, I think I need to tell you something. It's pretty important, so don't laugh." Ron mentioned, beginning to play with his sweaty palms.
"I won't laugh, Ron." Hermione responded, as she looked deeply into Ron's eyes.
"Well, if I'm not mistaking, I am sure you know how I feel about you. People I don't even know seem to know how I feel about you, Hermione." Ron admitted as he put a closure to the space that separated him and Hermione.
"I figured out how you felt about me, Ron." Hermione said, as she took a cautioned glance behind to make sure no one was in sight.
"Okay, so, my question for you is, how do you feel about me?" Ron asked, his face glowing with curiosity and excitement.
"I…I…feel for you, Ron." Hermione said as she looked down at her feet as they drew unrecognizable designs in the dirt.
"What feelings are there?" Ron pushed. Hermione seemed at lost for words, but her actions weren't so dull. She turned her direction towards Ron, and looked deeply into his softened eyes and delivered him a kiss so passionately that she felt she had traveled the world in the time she felt Ron against her lips. As they separated, Ron's face no longer pondered for questions, now he showed a bright smile on his bashful face.
"Ron, I think I need to tell you something, before we…get any further with ourselves." Hermione began. Ron just nodded, and Hermione continued on. "It's actually rather stupid now that I think about it. Harry thinks so, too."
"Harry?" Ron inquired. "What about Harry?"
"Well." Hermione began with laughter in her voice. "Harry decided to take me on a walk, and…well…" Hermione stuttered. Then when she looked one last glance into Ron's gorgeous eyes, and his loving face, she found it hard to continue on, although she did.
"He told me about you." She spat out at once.
"Harry told you about me?" Ron repeated.
"Yes. He informed me on how you felt."
"I never told Harry." And then Ron seemed to remember something he hadn't before. "Oh, that skrewt, he was awake." Ron said aloud as he punched his leg lightly with his tightened fist.
"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned.
"Never mind about that." Ron answered and moved his lips closer to Hermione's once again until they made contact.
"Well, well, well, If it isn't Hermione and Ron? Hmm, I sure with I had a…camera." Hermione pushed Ron away from him at once, and looked up to see, once again, Malfoy standing there with a scheming smirk spread across his face.
"If it isn't Malfoy." Ron shot back. "Once again, inviting himself where he isn't welcomed."
"How about we ask Hermione that." Malfoy said slyly. Hermione felt torn, and couldn't quite find the words she was looking for. "Hermione, would you like to see an interesting picture?" Malfoy said as he pulled out a picture out of the pocket of his robe. "I…I…" Hermione stuttered.
"Malfoy!" Stadning there behind Malfoy was Harry.
"Well, this just gets better and better." Malfoy smirked.
Harry ignored Malfoy's statement.
"Malfoy, no one wants to see your picture, if you know what I mean." Harry began. "We need to talk." Malfoy's smile only began to grow larger.
"Have a nice evening, you two." And took a little bow before leaving Hermione and Ron's sight, and leaving the area with Harry.
"Hermione, what's going on?" Ron asked after Harry and Malfoy had left. "What does Malfoy want?"