He reread and reread the parchment. He had to get his speech just right. He had to
make Hermione understand him. Ron growled in frustration as he scratched out two
whole lines. It would never be perfect, but his plan had already been put into action and
he only had an hour more to perfect it. This was of course assuming that she showed up.
He sat in the darkened classroom, looking down at the parchment nervously. He rolled
and unrolled it. The candles were lit, and everything was perfect. She just had to come.
"Come on Hermione. Please come Hermione." He whispered it to himself, as if
willing her to come to him.
Finally, about forty-five minutes later she showed up. She was absolutely
beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled and her wild mane of hair was perfect. She was so
beautiful to him.
A puzzled expression fell on her face as she looked at him. "Ron?" She looked
down at the note in her hand, and then back up at him.
"Um…Hermione, don't go. Please, just hear me out, okay?" He walked up to her,
and guided her over to a chair. She didn't sit, but he felt pleased that she had decided to
stay. He quickly grabbed the piece of parchment, but the flame of a candle on the table
caught it. His eyes went wide in horror as half his speech went up in flame. He blew on it
and Hermione pulled out her wand. "Flamus Ceasunis." The candle went out, and his
speech was still half intact.
He gulped, horrified that half of it was gone. "Um, Hermione, I had
something…er..I needed to tell you…well….I wanted to tell you that…rather.." 'What a
stupid git!' "well…I just wanted to say that….HermioneI'minlovewithyou…." He
mumbled and looked down at his feet. He had spent days on that speech….all those hours
gone to waste…that was all he could say? He tried again. "Hermione, what I mean to say
is that, well, I'm sorry I got mad at you…I er..um… I know something I don't think I'm
supposed to know."
She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Ron, what did you say? What do you know?"
Her face flushed. She knew what was coming.
"I received a letter that said…er…um…well it said that you made up…er
rather…you fabricated that story about Rhen…that you weren't really trying to attract
someone's attention…"
Hermione suddenly looked up with a flash of anger. "Ron! That is NONE of your
business! I don't know who you received your information from, but I was too trying to
get a guy's attention! Okay…so I lied about Rhen, but I WAS trying to catch someone's
eye. I 'dumped' you because the guy I was after lost interest…so I gave up."
Suddenly, everything was starting to make sense to Ron. Had she been trying to
attract….HIM? No…couldn't be. He suddenly felt really embarrassed, especially when
he looked into her eyes. She had tears forming, but she continued.
"Ron! I was trying to get YOU to fall for me. But you never expressed any real
interest. I fell in love with you, I think. But it hurt, okay? So, just…just" She was starting
to sob. "drop it, Ron!" She made a move towards the door, but this time he wasn't going
to let her get away.
He grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into a kiss that made him weak. This time it
was different, a real passion came from behind her lips. She didn't resist, and he felt her
hot tongue pressing against his mouth, begging for entry. He obliged, allowing her tongue
to slide against his, and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. Her
hands went to his face, softly caressing his cheeks. Ron was almost in tears, but no, this
was reality. Hermione was really here, kissing him. Their fight was over. She was kissing
him. Suddenly she pulled away.
"Ron, you have to apologize."
Breathlessly with his eyes still closed he said, "I already did, 'Mione." He reached
out to her again, but she pulled away.
"No, I mean for calling me a heartless bitch. You have to apologize for it."
His eyes opened then and looked into her teary, blue eyes. She was crying.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. I love you." He hadn't meant for
that last bit to be said, but he was glad he had said it. Immediately her face had lit
up and she pulled him into another breathtaking kiss.
"I love you too, Ronald Weasley."
She pushed him down onto the floor behind the desk, kissing him roughly,
starting to unbutton his white oxford shirt, but he stopped her. "Hermione, I don't think
we're ready for this." He looked up into her eyes, questioningly.
"Ahem."
They both sat up, to see Professor McGonagall peering down at them, horror in
her eyes. "I won't ask, as it's obvious what the two of you are doing down there. I am
very disappointed in the two of you. Fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor, EACH.
However, because I didn't see any skin, there will be no detention. Now get back to your
rooms, and don't let me catch you out at night again." She glared at the two and stalked
out of the room.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other and giggled, it was the first time they had
laughed with each other in a long time, it felt good.
make Hermione understand him. Ron growled in frustration as he scratched out two
whole lines. It would never be perfect, but his plan had already been put into action and
he only had an hour more to perfect it. This was of course assuming that she showed up.
He sat in the darkened classroom, looking down at the parchment nervously. He rolled
and unrolled it. The candles were lit, and everything was perfect. She just had to come.
"Come on Hermione. Please come Hermione." He whispered it to himself, as if
willing her to come to him.
Finally, about forty-five minutes later she showed up. She was absolutely
beautiful. Her blue eyes sparkled and her wild mane of hair was perfect. She was so
beautiful to him.
A puzzled expression fell on her face as she looked at him. "Ron?" She looked
down at the note in her hand, and then back up at him.
"Um…Hermione, don't go. Please, just hear me out, okay?" He walked up to her,
and guided her over to a chair. She didn't sit, but he felt pleased that she had decided to
stay. He quickly grabbed the piece of parchment, but the flame of a candle on the table
caught it. His eyes went wide in horror as half his speech went up in flame. He blew on it
and Hermione pulled out her wand. "Flamus Ceasunis." The candle went out, and his
speech was still half intact.
He gulped, horrified that half of it was gone. "Um, Hermione, I had
something…er..I needed to tell you…well….I wanted to tell you that…rather.." 'What a
stupid git!' "well…I just wanted to say that….HermioneI'minlovewithyou…." He
mumbled and looked down at his feet. He had spent days on that speech….all those hours
gone to waste…that was all he could say? He tried again. "Hermione, what I mean to say
is that, well, I'm sorry I got mad at you…I er..um… I know something I don't think I'm
supposed to know."
She looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Ron, what did you say? What do you know?"
Her face flushed. She knew what was coming.
"I received a letter that said…er…um…well it said that you made up…er
rather…you fabricated that story about Rhen…that you weren't really trying to attract
someone's attention…"
Hermione suddenly looked up with a flash of anger. "Ron! That is NONE of your
business! I don't know who you received your information from, but I was too trying to
get a guy's attention! Okay…so I lied about Rhen, but I WAS trying to catch someone's
eye. I 'dumped' you because the guy I was after lost interest…so I gave up."
Suddenly, everything was starting to make sense to Ron. Had she been trying to
attract….HIM? No…couldn't be. He suddenly felt really embarrassed, especially when
he looked into her eyes. She had tears forming, but she continued.
"Ron! I was trying to get YOU to fall for me. But you never expressed any real
interest. I fell in love with you, I think. But it hurt, okay? So, just…just" She was starting
to sob. "drop it, Ron!" She made a move towards the door, but this time he wasn't going
to let her get away.
He grabbed her wrists, and pulled her into a kiss that made him weak. This time it
was different, a real passion came from behind her lips. She didn't resist, and he felt her
hot tongue pressing against his mouth, begging for entry. He obliged, allowing her tongue
to slide against his, and he wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close to him. Her
hands went to his face, softly caressing his cheeks. Ron was almost in tears, but no, this
was reality. Hermione was really here, kissing him. Their fight was over. She was kissing
him. Suddenly she pulled away.
"Ron, you have to apologize."
Breathlessly with his eyes still closed he said, "I already did, 'Mione." He reached
out to her again, but she pulled away.
"No, I mean for calling me a heartless bitch. You have to apologize for it."
His eyes opened then and looked into her teary, blue eyes. She was crying.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I swear. I love you." He hadn't meant for
that last bit to be said, but he was glad he had said it. Immediately her face had lit
up and she pulled him into another breathtaking kiss.
"I love you too, Ronald Weasley."
She pushed him down onto the floor behind the desk, kissing him roughly,
starting to unbutton his white oxford shirt, but he stopped her. "Hermione, I don't think
we're ready for this." He looked up into her eyes, questioningly.
"Ahem."
They both sat up, to see Professor McGonagall peering down at them, horror in
her eyes. "I won't ask, as it's obvious what the two of you are doing down there. I am
very disappointed in the two of you. Fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor, EACH.
However, because I didn't see any skin, there will be no detention. Now get back to your
rooms, and don't let me catch you out at night again." She glared at the two and stalked
out of the room.
Hermione and Ron looked at each other and giggled, it was the first time they had
laughed with each other in a long time, it felt good.