A/N: Thank you, all of my wonderful reviewers! I was so happy to see 10 whole reviews in less than a day! Yay!! Ok, I think this story is slightly cheesy, especially in the part I haven't yet posted. Just so you know. And sorry for any horrible mistakes in it. And I'll try and post the last part soon. Thank you for your time!
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Ron couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about how awful he'd been to Hermione earlier that day, calling her "nothing but a bloody brain" for choosing to study rather than eat with the rest of the school that night. He tossed and turned, thinking about how hurt she'd looked when he'd said it. She knew he hadn't meant it, didn't she? Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure she did. Why should she, when every second word out of his mouth was directed at her as an insult? He wasn't sure why he did this so much. It was just something about Hermione.
He needed to get up. Laying in bed worrying wasn't getting him any closer to sleeping. Maybe if he went down to the common room for a bit, he could find some sort of distraction from his guilt. He quietly got up, slipped on his maroon Weasley jumper, and went down the stairs. He carefully crossed the room to the dim light of the dying fire and was intending to sit on the couch there when he noticed something.
"Bloody hell!" he whispered sharply. Two people were laying on it, entangled in eachother. He did not want to see this, and he did not want to be present when they woke up, just in case. But he wasn't ready to go back to his dormitory yet. He decided to take a quick walk out in the corridors. Ron quietly pushed open the Fat Lady's portrait and climbed out, closed it, turned around, and gasped... There was someone lying on the floor...
"Hermione..." he breathed. He knelt at her side and found that she was simply sleeping. He breathed a sigh of relief, not quite sure what he'd been expecting. She looked so beautiful there. He'd never seen her sleeping like this. Before he knew what he was doing, he had softly brushed her cheek with his hand. He noticed she was quite cold. Hesitating just a moment, he pulled off his warm jumper and gently covered her with it. She stirred, and he worried he'd woken her but she continued sleeping, now with a soft smile on her face.
Ron didn't want to wake Hermione so he moved to the opposite wall of the corridor and sat down, his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't get over her radiant beauty. How had he never really noticed before now? She was.. a goddess. A goddess, and one of his two best friends. He felt so lucky. Sitting there watching her sleep, he slowly became drowsy, and soon he was asleep as well.
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Hermione woke up, suddenly aware of the soreness in one side of her body. She realized it was from sleeping on the floor. She remembered why she was here, and not in her own bed, and groaned. She couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to try to come back to the common room so late that night, when she knew perfectly well that the Fat Lady didn't always stay in her painting. Ron was right, she should have gone to dinner with the rest of them instead of spending the whole night doing schoolwork. She sat up stiffly, and noticed something in the dim light.. Somebody was sitting, leaning on the opposite wall. They appeared to be asleep. Trembling slightly, she got up to see who it was. As she stood, something soft fell to the ground beside her.. It looked like a Weasley jumper.. Ron's jumper. She realized it had been covering her. Did that mean... She walked closer and looked at the sleeping boy in the dim light.
"Ron..." She slowly sank to the floor beside him and felt comforted and warm, just knowing he was there beside her. She looked at his jumper, which was in her hand, and then at him, and realized he was probably cold. As was she. So she spread the jumper over the two of them. While doing this, she accidentally brushed his hand with hers. She paused briefly, and then somehow gathered the courage to entwine her fingers with his. She stayed like that, sitting beside Ron, the two of them under his jumper holding hands, for the next hour. Then she felt Ron stirring.
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Hey hey hey, does anyone know what time it is? It's reviewing time! :)
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Ron couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about how awful he'd been to Hermione earlier that day, calling her "nothing but a bloody brain" for choosing to study rather than eat with the rest of the school that night. He tossed and turned, thinking about how hurt she'd looked when he'd said it. She knew he hadn't meant it, didn't she? Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure she did. Why should she, when every second word out of his mouth was directed at her as an insult? He wasn't sure why he did this so much. It was just something about Hermione.
He needed to get up. Laying in bed worrying wasn't getting him any closer to sleeping. Maybe if he went down to the common room for a bit, he could find some sort of distraction from his guilt. He quietly got up, slipped on his maroon Weasley jumper, and went down the stairs. He carefully crossed the room to the dim light of the dying fire and was intending to sit on the couch there when he noticed something.
"Bloody hell!" he whispered sharply. Two people were laying on it, entangled in eachother. He did not want to see this, and he did not want to be present when they woke up, just in case. But he wasn't ready to go back to his dormitory yet. He decided to take a quick walk out in the corridors. Ron quietly pushed open the Fat Lady's portrait and climbed out, closed it, turned around, and gasped... There was someone lying on the floor...
"Hermione..." he breathed. He knelt at her side and found that she was simply sleeping. He breathed a sigh of relief, not quite sure what he'd been expecting. She looked so beautiful there. He'd never seen her sleeping like this. Before he knew what he was doing, he had softly brushed her cheek with his hand. He noticed she was quite cold. Hesitating just a moment, he pulled off his warm jumper and gently covered her with it. She stirred, and he worried he'd woken her but she continued sleeping, now with a soft smile on her face.
Ron didn't want to wake Hermione so he moved to the opposite wall of the corridor and sat down, his eyes fixed on her. He couldn't get over her radiant beauty. How had he never really noticed before now? She was.. a goddess. A goddess, and one of his two best friends. He felt so lucky. Sitting there watching her sleep, he slowly became drowsy, and soon he was asleep as well.
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Hermione woke up, suddenly aware of the soreness in one side of her body. She realized it was from sleeping on the floor. She remembered why she was here, and not in her own bed, and groaned. She couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to try to come back to the common room so late that night, when she knew perfectly well that the Fat Lady didn't always stay in her painting. Ron was right, she should have gone to dinner with the rest of them instead of spending the whole night doing schoolwork. She sat up stiffly, and noticed something in the dim light.. Somebody was sitting, leaning on the opposite wall. They appeared to be asleep. Trembling slightly, she got up to see who it was. As she stood, something soft fell to the ground beside her.. It looked like a Weasley jumper.. Ron's jumper. She realized it had been covering her. Did that mean... She walked closer and looked at the sleeping boy in the dim light.
"Ron..." She slowly sank to the floor beside him and felt comforted and warm, just knowing he was there beside her. She looked at his jumper, which was in her hand, and then at him, and realized he was probably cold. As was she. So she spread the jumper over the two of them. While doing this, she accidentally brushed his hand with hers. She paused briefly, and then somehow gathered the courage to entwine her fingers with his. She stayed like that, sitting beside Ron, the two of them under his jumper holding hands, for the next hour. Then she felt Ron stirring.
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Hey hey hey, does anyone know what time it is? It's reviewing time! :)