A/N: I'm sorry. I know the Yule Ball thing has been done to death, but they
need to get all dressed up and have a good time. Hell, I'll be doin it in
month! Won't have a date though.
And yes, I made up the really lame Charm. I've been playing Final Fantasy, it's not good for me.
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Ginny walked out of the empty classroom, bright scarlet and smiling from ear to ear. Five minutes later Harry followed, slightly less red, but his hair was even more untidy than usual as if he had raked a sweaty hand through it about fifty times in the past fifteen minutes.
Ron and Hermione had been talking animatedly about their Charms essay to be done over the holiday ("Really Ron it's only 4 feet of parchment, and there's so much on the course about Blizzundus Charms." "Hermione, do you know how long 4 feet is? As long as Colin bloody Creevey!!! I have to write a Colin Creevey's worth of parchment for Charms!")
They had stopped talking the moment they had seen their two friends come out of the classroom. As soon as Harry had disappeared around a corner, Ron burst into peals of uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh, Ron don't! It's so sweet." Hermione pleaded, a smile playing on her lips. "And anyway," She turned away with an expression of mock disgust on her face, "No one's asked ME to the ball yet. I think I'll just have to go on my own."
Ron put on his 'knight in shining armour' face. (Sir Cadogan had taught him. Ron had spent most of the time fighting the urge to laugh.) "Fear not O fair damsel. For I Sir Weasley the fifth, shall escort you to the ball!"
At this point, Ron had really got into character. He got down on one knee and held Hermione's hand. "That is, if m'lady will have me." He kissed her hand and looked up at her with an expression not unlike the author's new puppy. (A/N: Had to.)
"Well, when you put it like that, a lady can't well refuse."
"Yeah, but this is you we're talking about 'Mione."
Ron easily dodged a deathblow aimed at his head. Laughing the whole way, the couple ran all the way to the lake. Hermione jumped and grabbed Ron by the shoulders. They both, in turn, lost their balance and tumbled onto the grass.
Ron suddenly looked as if he had remembered something, and his face filled with concern. "'Mione you shouldn't have done that! Did I hurt you?"
Hermione gave him a mock slap in the face, laughing as much as ever. "Will you please stop worrying? I'm fine. Now stop acting like my father and act a little more like my boyfriend."
Ron looked completely taken aback. "Boyfriend?"
Hermione suddenly became very interested in her sleeve. "Well, if you don't- I mean, if you didn't mean- if you didn't want-"
Suddenly she felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her face up to the sunlight. She looked up and saw his face just before his lips touched hers. He pulled back from her just long enough to whisper in her ear "I've just been waiting for you to say the word. I didn't think it'd be so soon."
Hermione wanted to say something back, but all she could muster was a breathless, emotional "Oh Ron-"
She kissed him back, smiling. She could feel how strong his hands were on her back, how warm his arms were around her, how soft his lips were.
She didn't know it, but Ron was thinking the same sort of things about her. He was marvelling in his minds eye at how perfect her features were, how gentle and soft her hands felt on his neck, how her body seemed to 'fit' beside his.
They lay there, under the shade of a low tree by the lake, blocking them from view, kissing each other and each counting their blessings.
And yes, I made up the really lame Charm. I've been playing Final Fantasy, it's not good for me.
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Ginny walked out of the empty classroom, bright scarlet and smiling from ear to ear. Five minutes later Harry followed, slightly less red, but his hair was even more untidy than usual as if he had raked a sweaty hand through it about fifty times in the past fifteen minutes.
Ron and Hermione had been talking animatedly about their Charms essay to be done over the holiday ("Really Ron it's only 4 feet of parchment, and there's so much on the course about Blizzundus Charms." "Hermione, do you know how long 4 feet is? As long as Colin bloody Creevey!!! I have to write a Colin Creevey's worth of parchment for Charms!")
They had stopped talking the moment they had seen their two friends come out of the classroom. As soon as Harry had disappeared around a corner, Ron burst into peals of uncontrollable laughter.
"Oh, Ron don't! It's so sweet." Hermione pleaded, a smile playing on her lips. "And anyway," She turned away with an expression of mock disgust on her face, "No one's asked ME to the ball yet. I think I'll just have to go on my own."
Ron put on his 'knight in shining armour' face. (Sir Cadogan had taught him. Ron had spent most of the time fighting the urge to laugh.) "Fear not O fair damsel. For I Sir Weasley the fifth, shall escort you to the ball!"
At this point, Ron had really got into character. He got down on one knee and held Hermione's hand. "That is, if m'lady will have me." He kissed her hand and looked up at her with an expression not unlike the author's new puppy. (A/N: Had to.)
"Well, when you put it like that, a lady can't well refuse."
"Yeah, but this is you we're talking about 'Mione."
Ron easily dodged a deathblow aimed at his head. Laughing the whole way, the couple ran all the way to the lake. Hermione jumped and grabbed Ron by the shoulders. They both, in turn, lost their balance and tumbled onto the grass.
Ron suddenly looked as if he had remembered something, and his face filled with concern. "'Mione you shouldn't have done that! Did I hurt you?"
Hermione gave him a mock slap in the face, laughing as much as ever. "Will you please stop worrying? I'm fine. Now stop acting like my father and act a little more like my boyfriend."
Ron looked completely taken aback. "Boyfriend?"
Hermione suddenly became very interested in her sleeve. "Well, if you don't- I mean, if you didn't mean- if you didn't want-"
Suddenly she felt his fingers under her chin, lifting her face up to the sunlight. She looked up and saw his face just before his lips touched hers. He pulled back from her just long enough to whisper in her ear "I've just been waiting for you to say the word. I didn't think it'd be so soon."
Hermione wanted to say something back, but all she could muster was a breathless, emotional "Oh Ron-"
She kissed him back, smiling. She could feel how strong his hands were on her back, how warm his arms were around her, how soft his lips were.
She didn't know it, but Ron was thinking the same sort of things about her. He was marvelling in his minds eye at how perfect her features were, how gentle and soft her hands felt on his neck, how her body seemed to 'fit' beside his.
They lay there, under the shade of a low tree by the lake, blocking them from view, kissing each other and each counting their blessings.