Note: Sorry to Joe MC Ewings girl I forgot they had met, my mistake. I will
try not to do that again. Have fun reading this! PS, I know my grammar
sucks, but please don't focus on that, just the story.
A/N: These characters are the coolest but sadly I do not own them. JK ROWLING RULES!!
But After they were settled in to their rooms, the three amigos started to head down to the dining hall, and watch the sorting ceremony. As they were walking Neville Longbottom tripped and fell on his nose.
"Aww, dammit." Neville said while rubbing his nose, his hand becoming smeared with blood. "My nose is bleeding; I have to go to Madam Pomfrey." He then tipped back his head and began walking towards the hospital wing.
"I will go with you Neville, to make sure you don't bump your nose again." Ron offered.
"Thanks." Neville waited for Ron to catch up with him.
"Harry, I need to talk to you. Do you mind if we miss a little of the dinner?" Hermione said when Ron was out of hearing.
"For you anything," Harry said smiling. "Is this about what you started to tell me on the train?"
"Yes precisely," Hermione stated quickly wanting to start talking. "I don't know how long this has been going on but I know is has happened."
"What?" Harry asked puzzled.
"I am getting to it." She said frustrated she had been interrupted. "I like Ron a whole lot. I lied to him about the Viktor thing, I don't exactly know why. I think maybe it was an awful attempt to make him jealous. I don't know. I didn't even see Victor this summer. He offered but I declined, I thought it wouldn't be good to pursue one boy and then hang out with another who was pursuing me. He still likes me, but didn't understand why I wouldn't come visit him. He thinks I am in love with him, you would think he would get enough of that from Quidditch fans who love him. Ugh, sometimes guys like that annoy me. You are like that though Harry," Hermione hadn't been thinking about what she was saying, and she now she just hoped she hadn't offended him. "You are so humble, that's what I love about you. You are in so many books, and yet you haven't read any of them. You aren't like Professor Lockhart." Hermione said, hoping to undo any wrongs she had done. She brought up Lockhart, which was a sore subject, because Harry knew it had been one of the few times Hermione had been wrong and she hated to bring up times where she was wrong.
"Don't worry Hermione, I wasn't offended." Harry reassured her. "I think it is wonderful you like Ron, but you should somehow show him you feelings.
"Good-well we should head down to dinner before you are missed too much." Hermione said happily, tucking Harry's advice in the back of her head.
"I am not the only one who would be missed," Harry said defensively. He knew she was trying to give him a complement, but Harry hated knowing so many people gave him attention. "People would miss you to Herm."
"Oh thanks," She said blushing only faintly. They sat down to the annual scrumptious dinner. They watched many first years be sorted into their house, each one look quite happy. Ron had joined them a little before the sorting ceremony, with Neville in tow. Neville's nose looked better, and he was grateful for Ron accompanying him. Through the rest of the dinner, Harry kept looking at the two of his friends and wondered if by the next first dinner of the school year, the two most important people in the world to him, would be more important to each other.
"Well," Ron said as he yawned, because they had returned to their common room and they were heading up to bed, with Hermione on his left and Harry on his right. Before the three split to go to their separate room Ron wished Hermione a good night.
"Good night Harry, 'night Ron." Hermione said waved good bye to Harry and did one of the scariest things she had ever done. She kissed Ron on the cheek and then ran into her room and lay on her bed. She feel asleep there thinking of Ron and her becoming more than friends.
But for Ron it wasn't such a great night. After she ran into her room, he was taken aback by her gesture and was confused, but shook his head as if he had snapped out o, and went to bed. He didn't tell Harry because he didn't think there was anything to tell him. That night as Hermione dreamed of Ron, he was always having dreams about Hermione. A specific kind of dream only a boy can have, and when he woke up the next morning he was surprised to find a little wet spot on his pajamas. He wondered about Hermione's kiss from the night before. He had thought it had been like when his mum kissed him good night, but he then began to think it was more than an innocent peck. He began to think that maybe Hermione had meant it to be more than a peck, and that maybe he wanted to it to be more, wanted her to be more.
I need 15 good reviews to post the next installment, and until then wonder.
A/N: These characters are the coolest but sadly I do not own them. JK ROWLING RULES!!
But After they were settled in to their rooms, the three amigos started to head down to the dining hall, and watch the sorting ceremony. As they were walking Neville Longbottom tripped and fell on his nose.
"Aww, dammit." Neville said while rubbing his nose, his hand becoming smeared with blood. "My nose is bleeding; I have to go to Madam Pomfrey." He then tipped back his head and began walking towards the hospital wing.
"I will go with you Neville, to make sure you don't bump your nose again." Ron offered.
"Thanks." Neville waited for Ron to catch up with him.
"Harry, I need to talk to you. Do you mind if we miss a little of the dinner?" Hermione said when Ron was out of hearing.
"For you anything," Harry said smiling. "Is this about what you started to tell me on the train?"
"Yes precisely," Hermione stated quickly wanting to start talking. "I don't know how long this has been going on but I know is has happened."
"What?" Harry asked puzzled.
"I am getting to it." She said frustrated she had been interrupted. "I like Ron a whole lot. I lied to him about the Viktor thing, I don't exactly know why. I think maybe it was an awful attempt to make him jealous. I don't know. I didn't even see Victor this summer. He offered but I declined, I thought it wouldn't be good to pursue one boy and then hang out with another who was pursuing me. He still likes me, but didn't understand why I wouldn't come visit him. He thinks I am in love with him, you would think he would get enough of that from Quidditch fans who love him. Ugh, sometimes guys like that annoy me. You are like that though Harry," Hermione hadn't been thinking about what she was saying, and she now she just hoped she hadn't offended him. "You are so humble, that's what I love about you. You are in so many books, and yet you haven't read any of them. You aren't like Professor Lockhart." Hermione said, hoping to undo any wrongs she had done. She brought up Lockhart, which was a sore subject, because Harry knew it had been one of the few times Hermione had been wrong and she hated to bring up times where she was wrong.
"Don't worry Hermione, I wasn't offended." Harry reassured her. "I think it is wonderful you like Ron, but you should somehow show him you feelings.
"Good-well we should head down to dinner before you are missed too much." Hermione said happily, tucking Harry's advice in the back of her head.
"I am not the only one who would be missed," Harry said defensively. He knew she was trying to give him a complement, but Harry hated knowing so many people gave him attention. "People would miss you to Herm."
"Oh thanks," She said blushing only faintly. They sat down to the annual scrumptious dinner. They watched many first years be sorted into their house, each one look quite happy. Ron had joined them a little before the sorting ceremony, with Neville in tow. Neville's nose looked better, and he was grateful for Ron accompanying him. Through the rest of the dinner, Harry kept looking at the two of his friends and wondered if by the next first dinner of the school year, the two most important people in the world to him, would be more important to each other.
"Well," Ron said as he yawned, because they had returned to their common room and they were heading up to bed, with Hermione on his left and Harry on his right. Before the three split to go to their separate room Ron wished Hermione a good night.
"Good night Harry, 'night Ron." Hermione said waved good bye to Harry and did one of the scariest things she had ever done. She kissed Ron on the cheek and then ran into her room and lay on her bed. She feel asleep there thinking of Ron and her becoming more than friends.
But for Ron it wasn't such a great night. After she ran into her room, he was taken aback by her gesture and was confused, but shook his head as if he had snapped out o, and went to bed. He didn't tell Harry because he didn't think there was anything to tell him. That night as Hermione dreamed of Ron, he was always having dreams about Hermione. A specific kind of dream only a boy can have, and when he woke up the next morning he was surprised to find a little wet spot on his pajamas. He wondered about Hermione's kiss from the night before. He had thought it had been like when his mum kissed him good night, but he then began to think it was more than an innocent peck. He began to think that maybe Hermione had meant it to be more than a peck, and that maybe he wanted to it to be more, wanted her to be more.
I need 15 good reviews to post the next installment, and until then wonder.