Ron / Hermione – Topped With Fred and George

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The title of the chapter says a lot…it's the ultimate Ron / Hermione topped with Fred and George. Sorry, if the relationship is rushed but in some cases, it's just that way! J

I have to apologize here to those readers who missed this chapter because I overlooked uploading it. Others may simply be reading it for the first time…but I am very sorry to the initial readers who now, after reading so many chapters, get to read something I mistakably missed out. This is how Ron and Hermione got together…someone must have noticed how they jumped into a relationship from chp3  to chp 4! Well, this is the real chapter 3! Sorry again!

Harry entered Ginny's room, looking around. It was on the floor below Ron's and it had a much higher ceiling. The walls were painted a decent cream and pink color. The carpet was light brown, almost mustard, and light brown furniture completed the room.

'Wow,' said Hermione, looking around. 'You know what, Ginny? With a large book shelf over in that corner, you could really make this room look even better.' Harry chuckled.

'Hermione, with you, it's always books!' he said. Ginny smiled. Hermione plopped down on the bed.

'Well, there aren't any here so she needs some,' she said.

The sun was about to set and the orange sunlight from the windows barely illuminated the room. Three candles burning peacefully on candle stands, mounted on the wall, lighted the room. Ginny moved to her drawers and lighted two more. There was a silence.

'Wonder how long Ron's going to take?' said Ginny, ending the strange quiet. Hermione looked up.

'Well… judging from Ron… I'd say… hm… I don't know,' said Harry, confusedly. Ginny giggled.

'When Fred and George are involved, it usually turns out to be reverse of what was going to happen. Like here, the victim is Fred but-' she said, when, the door burst open.

A mad Ron rushed in, and shut the door behind him, locking it. Everyone stared, and Ron heaved a sigh of relief.

'Ron, are you alright?' Hermione asked. Ron rolled his eyes.

'I'm going to get those two if it's the last thing I ever do!' he shouted. Harry walked over.

'Now what?' he asked, mildly.

'Tried to test an Eye-Popping candy on me!' Ron muttered. Hermione dissolved into fits of laughter, and Ginny too, started giggling. Harry patted Ron's arm.

'Don't worry, forget it,' he said. Ron looked up, realizing what Harry meant. He looked at Hermione who now looked sober, and her eyes seemed to be giving the same message- let's put it all behind us.

'Oh-ok,' he said slowly, and opened the door. George and Fred stood there, crouched to the level of the keyhole.

'Grrrrr!' and Ron shut the door with a bang. He went over, and sat down heavily on the bed, next to Hermione.

'What is their problem?' he muttered. Ginny giggled, and Harry looked at her amusedly. Clearly, she had seen such scenes many times. Hermione looked at Ron out of the corner of her eye and then away. She glanced at him again.

Ginny's sharp eyes caught every detail of what was happening. She could even predict what was about to happen, so sharp was she. It probably had something to do with constantly being neglected by Harry. Did it improve a person's sense of romance?

Ginny turned to Harry, who probably was thinking along somewhat similar lines. He looked at her. Ginny grinned, and tiptoed towards the door. Harry suppressed a chuckle and followed her. Ginny opened the door very, very quietly. She turned to look back at the pair, sitting on the bed. Hermione was still looking at Ron and Ron was staring off into space. Laughing happily inwardly, she opened the door, and quietly got out. Harry followed her, and the door shut silently.

There was silence, a strange, deep, comfortable silence. Ron looked up to see Hermione gazing at him, dreamily. He grinned and settled back on the bed with his back against the wall. Hermione snapped out of her reverie. She looked around, confused and surprised.

'Harry? Ginny? Where are they?' she asked, blankly. She turned to face him. Ron had a confused but rather pleased expression on his face. He loved them. He loved Harry and Ginny for giving him a chance. A chance that could probably lead him to telling Hermione what he wanted to tell her. And besides, Harry and Ginny would be disappointed I ruined a perfect opportunity because I was too… scared… nervous…

Ron gulped and Hermione noticed it. She smiled.

'Wonder where they went off to suddenly,' said Ron but surprised both himself and Hermione. All that had come out of his mouth was a squeak that sounded like,

'Winder wer the win of sunnli.'

Hermione giggled. Ron sat up quickly, his hands shaking a bit out of nervousness.

'So?' said Hermione. She was a bit nervous too… because Ron was sitting right next to her, with an expression that spoke volumes. Written all over his face was that he was trying to say something desperately… as if it had been pent up inside for too long.

Ron looked at Hermione and smiled weakly. Hermione blushed slightly.

'Hermione?' Ron squeaked again. Hermione, this time did not giggle. She was too much taken in by what he was saying or could say to think properly for herself.

'I have to apologize for Fred and George's behavior…they really shouldn't have…' Hermione touched his arm gently, making him lose the ability to speak. She looked into his eyes, reading them, trying to find in them what she yearned for him to say.

'Ron,' she said finally, 'We decided we'd forget it, didn't we?' Ron looked at her for a moment, then nodded. Hermione withdrew her hand. She turned away from Ron and stared at the floor. There was a strange silence. Ron felt stupid.

Where is this heading? Hermione does not think of me like that…she thinks of me as a friend… that letter upset her a lot…because she never wants anything… more… to happen…but maybe… maybe, she does feel that way but can't say it? Maybe, she really does feel the same way but can't say it to me… maybe…

'Hermione?' Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Will he say it? Will he? For once, can my wish come true? Can Ron Weasley know how I feel? Does he feel the same way about me? Does he?

'Y…Yes?' Hermione urged. Silence pressed upon their ears and they could almost hear their own hearts pound inside them. Hermione's beat madly, her anticipation rising to higher levels. She could feel it. She knew Ron was about to say it. She knew it. This was true. She was sure of it. This feeling gave her a lot of hope and made her so happy, she knew nothing could go wrong. Looking back at this moment after years, they would cherish it greatly, realizing that this one important moment changed their lives… forever.

'It's,' began Ron, gulping slightly. 'It's…. It's…'

Oh great! Ron thought, frustrated. Now, I have to go and stutter! I have to say this-

'It's-'

The door suddenly flung open, hitting the wall and banging off. Ron and Hermione both stood up. George fell into the room. Fred stood on the threshold, looking a little pink. George stumbled to his feet as Ron and Hermione gaped at him. Apparently, the twins had been leaning on the door, and George had caused it to fly open… resulting in his fall. Both twins looked at each other quickly, and surprisingly, were quite pink.

'Um, sorry to interrupt your rather… interesting conversation…' said Fred, without much effort. Ron looked at Hermione, who face was pale.

They ruined it. They really ruined it. How could all of this happen? They're mad! How dare they? What have Ron and I done to them? Haven't they gone too far? What with the letter, the teasing, the looks and now… this! This is stupid! I'm never going to get any wish fulfilled! Never!

'Never!' shouted Hermione. Ron, Fred and George jumped. The goofy grins vanished from Fred and George's faces. They looked quite shocked. Ron was just recovering from Hermione's outburst when he saw a silent tear slide down the side of her face. Her face was pale, and her fists were clenched. A silence ensued.

Ron was as shocked as Hermione, and as angry. He hated his twin brothers that moment. He hated everything about them. They had ruined everything and what's more- they made Hermione cry, which was worse than ever. He took a step towards Hermione but Hermione just ran towards the door, knocking aside George.

Ron stood rooted to the same spot. He looked at Fred and George, who looked so shocked, nothing could compare to their shocked expressions. He glared at them. A different glare. A glare that showed the hurt he felt. A glare that showed how much he, being a younger brother, felt ashamed of them. A glare that somehow said he'd never forgive them for this, for making a girl cry, and not any girl. Hermione.

Fred and George had never seen that look in their brother's eyes before but they knew what it meant. They had learnt their lesson. A little too late, though.

'Ron, we-' began Fred but Ron didn't listen. He headed for the door and left the room a second later.

Ron ran up the stairs, hoping to find Hermione in his room. Where else could she have gone if not there? He ran up to his room and opened the door. It was silent, dark with no candles alight and the darkness after sunset. He shivered, and closed the door again. He ran back downstairs, further down, thumping loudly on the old, creaky, wooden stairs. There was no sign of Hermione anywhere. He peeped into the living room. Harry was sitting on a sofa along with Mr. Weasley, talking comfortably. Mrs. Weasley was sitting nearby, though she was not talking to her husband or Harry. She was listening to something Ginny was whispering in her ear, sitting beside her. Ginny moved away, and Ron saw his mother smiling. He had a strange feeling that Ginny had just told his mother where Ron and Hermione supposedly were, doing what she thought they must be doing.

He quickly stepped into the room, trying not to sound or act nervous… or blush. The grandfather clock in the corner of the room struck seven. He gulped. Ginny looked up to see him. One look at his face and she knew a perfect scene had gone crashing to the floor, and they were back at square one. Only, there was much more to it. She knew her brother, and the look he had on his face was a very troubled, nervous and worried look.

'Ron?' she asked carefully. Mr. Weasley and Harry looked up too, breaking off their conversation.

'Has anyone of you seen Hermione?' Ron asked, grimly. Ginny stood up.

'No, why?' she asked quickly. Ron looked at her for a moment, then turned away. He went back into the hall, ignoring the questions of the people in the living room. He thought desperately of where Hermione might be when a hand touched his shoulder.

Ron turned to see Ginny there.

'Ron, what's wrong?' she asked, frowning with concern. Ron looked at her.

'It's Hermione. I can't find her. She ran out of your room,' he said, quickly.

'What did you say to her?' asked Ginny, looking at Ron, her brows beginning to knit together. Harry came up from behind though Ron didn't even notice him. He was fighting to control his surging anger. His face was red, like his ears. He was literally trembling with anger now.

'Fred and George were listening in on us. I was about to… to tell Hermione and they… ruined everything. Hermione ran away from the room, crying…' he finally said. Harry looked at Ginny, shocked.

'Ron, we really didn't-' came George's voice suddenly and Ron whirled around.

'You stay out of this now!!!" Ron bellowed and ran to the stairs, rushing up them madly. Ginny looked at her brothers, wishing it wasn't true. But one look at their faces made her believe in what Ron had said. Their heads were hung and they avoided eye contact with their sister.

'This is stupid!' Ginny said, and ran up the stairs.

Ron ran up to his room. He hated it. He hated everything to go wrong just then. He opened the door quickly, and shut it behind him, breathing heavily. Turning around quickly, he turned the key and locked the door. Breathing a sigh of relief, he headed to his drawer in the darkness. He wanted peace, calm, some time to sort everything out. He felt for the tiny chalk in the candle stand. Rubbing the magic-chalk on the candle stub in the darkness, and causing the candle to light up quickly, he turned to his bed.

For a second, Ron thought he'd let out a cry of surprise or jump back.

'Hermione!'

Sitting on the edge of the bed in the semi darkness was Hermione, peering up at him with wide brown eyes. Her eyes were a little watery, showing she had cried. She wiped her eyes, and looked away. Ron immediately walked up to her and sat down beside her.

His mind stopped thinking. His brains seemed to almost stop working. All he felt, he knew know, was what he had in his heart, hidden deep inside it. And he had to use that to do what he knew was right.

Ron took Hermione's hand in his. She looked at him quickly, surprised. Ron squeezed her hand and a feeling of warmth seemed to surge through both of them. He took Hermione's other hand in his too. The candle flickered, making the shadows of the occupants of the bed, leap and sway.

Ron looked into Hermione's eyes. She smiled at him, and Ron knew that, what he was going to do was right, in all means.

He leaned forwards. Hermione did not back away. She knew nothing that moment except that he was there. Ron smiled at her, bent his head forward and brushed a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. He let go of her hands, and instead wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Bending forward, he met her lips again. Hermione looked at him dazily. She leaned forward and kissed him back, with equal intensity, knowing this was what she had had dreamed for, wished for… and her wish had finally come true.

Ron brought up his hands to her hair and felt, for the first time, how silky, despite being bushy they were.  He ran his fingers through their softness, never once moving back. Finally, Ron pulled apart. Hermione stared at him, her eyes clouded with tears. He looked at her, and smiled weakly, all his experiences of the past few moments still heavy on him.

Hermione brought her arms around his neck, and hugged him tightly. Ron, finally found his voice.

'Well, imagine this, it's only been about two hours since you got here and… I thought it'd take days, even weeks!' he said, relieved. Hermione moved back, and looked at him. She turned slightly pink.

'You… You wanted to… to… to do this…?' she whispered. Ron nodded.

'I did but I didn't know how you'd feel,' he whispered in reply, stroking her hair. Hermione grinned.

'I feel the same way, every bit of it,' she said, her voice shaking with happiness and excitement. She reached up, and kissed him quickly. Ron looked at her, wide-eyed.

'You do?' he asked. She nodded.

'Yes.' Ron looked at her again, then, wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tightly. Hermione looked at him, smiling when he moved back.

'Now what?' she asked.

'What?' asked Ron, confused. Hermione looked at Ron's hand, intertwining her fingers in his.

'What about Fred and George?' she asked. Ron looked at her and their interlaced fingers.

'Gred and George can go to-' he said which made Hermione say "Ron!!!"

"I suggest we forgive them. They learnt their lesson,' she said after a moment's thought. Ron considered it for a moment.

'Guess, you're right,' he said at length. 'Miss Perfect...'

Hermione blushed, and felt Ron's lips come into contact with hers, when-

Bang! Bang! There was someone banging mercilessly at the door.

Ron looked at Hermione and then clearing his throat, he said,

'Who's it?' There was silence, then-

'Ron, open up! Your staying in there will solve nothing! You're coming out and going to Hermione straight away to tell her you love her!!'

It was Ginny. Ron turned pink. Hermione blushed even redder. Ron reluctantly left Hermione and got up. Hermione straightened her hair, which had become dishelved as Ron cleared his throat and opened the door.

'Ron! If you don't open up this instant, I'll-' shouted Ginny just when Ron's door opened. Ron stood there, and at his shoulder, was Hermione. Both were grinning.

'You'll break the door down? Come on, it isn't that bad!' he said. Harry came up from the corridor.

'Ginny! Hermione isn't anywh-' He broke off as he saw Ron and Hermione in the doorway, grinning.

'Oh, hello,' he said, panting but grinning along with his friends.

'You – you -' Ginny spluttered.

'Told me,' said Hermione, blushing. Ginny giggled, knowing it had been a success, and hugged them both suddenly, taking them and Harry by surprise.

'I'm so glad for you two!' she said, sobbing.

'Ginny, you're crying!' said Harry, amusedly. Ginny turned to him, leaving Ron and Hermione.

'This is so wonderful…' she said, sniffing. Ron grinned at Harry. Harry smiled and looked back at Ginny who was now recovering, drying her eyes with her handkerchief.

The more Harry found out about Ginny, the more she amused him. The more he found out about her, the more she became closer to him, like a really good friend. Ginny was one person, he knew, he'd never know everything about. Yet, this closeness already…

To Be Continued…

So this was chapter 3! J Chapter 4 will be up soon too. And be sure, this series is going to be soooooo long… I have it all laid out before me, now just to put everything into words and it'll be wonderful!

Ps:- I was inspired to write this new series by Imogen, Firebolt909, Ashwinder and Harpinred. Wonderful authors!

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