A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile, I want to thank all my reviewers!
Reviews mean a lot to me, thanks! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot line.
'...Carrots and onion petals, I tell you, its the best thing I have ever tasted..'
Ron opened his eyes slowly, the sound of a sizzling sauce pan and the smell of roasting tomatoes and garlic met his senses.
He could hear his mum's voice in the kitchen, the sounds of footsteps scuffed along the floor, making a horrid racket, waking everyone up, for sure.
Ron sat up slightly, noticing the couch feeling lighter.
Glancing around the room he was surprised to find that he was the only one there. Rubbing his eyes, getting rid of his morning vision of ache and blur, he stood up and trudged up the stair case, into the brightly lit room.
'Look who's finally decided to join us!'
Ron looked to the left to see his father jump up from his chair and walk towards him, a nervous smile plastered across his face.
'Come and join us, lunch is about ready...' he said, guiding him towards the kitchen.
Around the big kitchen table, (Magically enhanced it seemed) sat Ginny, Harry (who looked a bit more cheery then last night), Fred, George, Dudley (his eyes darting back and forth between the twins), Percy (for once) and, taking Ron by surprise, Bill and Charlie.
' 'Aye Ron!' Bill said, looking up with a smile.
His long red hair was tied back into the usual ponytail, his dragon hide boots were half hidden beneath long, dark green robes, and his fang earring hung from his ear as always, slightly chipped on the end.
'How've you been?' he asked, grabbing a roll from his plate and holding it up,' Hungry?'
Nodding, Ron squeezed between Bill and Charlie and turned around.
Sitting on the living room chairs were Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley, both looked angry, though Pertunia was listening rather interested and amazed as Mrs Weasley (who sat on the couch across from them) went on about cooking, cleaning, recipes and gardening.
Mr Weasley however, sat rather uneasily next to Vernon who stared daggers at him while he stuttered on nervously about his collections of plugs and batteries.
Glancing around the room once more he turned back to the table, where loads of chicken, ham, potatoes and garlic, steamed vegetables and butter rolls sat, ready to be eaten.
'Where's Hermione?' he asked, suddenly realising there was no beautiful smiling brunet at the table.
Ginny looked up from her plate and shrugged.
'I Habn't seen her' Fred replied, his mouth full of potatoes and ham.
Ron stood up quickly and walked back to the living room, where Mrs Weasley was pulling out her newest Gildory Lockhart book to show, a some- what interested Petunia.
'Dad, mum, where's Hermione?'
Mrs Weasley looked up quickly and smiled,' She's up in Ginny's room, finishing up some summer school work she forgot she had,' she said, looking back down at her Lockhart book which a broad grinning Gildory looked back at her, winking.
Turning on his heel, Ron strided out of the living room towards the staircase.
Hermione layed on the extra bed that was set out in Ginnys bedroom, her school work spread out over the home-made quilt and her extra quill and ink balancing rather un-steadily on a stack of books.
Sighing she flipped to the next chapter on her Arithmacy book.
She'd forgotten the extra credit she'd been assigned, and the speech she had to write, for the upcoming Prefect meeting.
Her eyes drifted aside to Ginny's dresser, where a picture of her and her brother, Ron sat.
She smiled as she watched Ginny and Ron smiling and laughing in the frame, playfully shoving each other and throwing leaves around, for the picture was taken outside, somewhere near fall, Hermione assumed.
'Herm?'
Hermione, jumped, startled as she looked up to see Ron standing in the door way, a half smile resting upon his face.
'U-uh..u-u-um y-yeah?' she asked, she could feel her face heat up.
Pictures of last night flashed through her head, causing her cheeks to tinge up pink.
Ron grinned and walked in, sitting down next to her.
'I thought you told me you had all your homework done?' he asked, picking up her piece of parchment that had part of her speech written upon it.
Hermione jumped out of her trance and snatched the piece of paper from his hand.
'I thought I was...I just remembered I had extra work I've forgotten to write down,' she said casually as Ron laughed.
'And to think you were nagging at -me- all summer to do -my- homework,' he said, grinning mischievously.
Hermione smiled and punched him playfully.
'Ha, not my fault..entirly,' she admitted.
There was a moment or two of silence, both of their thoughts urging one of them to talk.
'Hey, 'mione?' Ron asked as Hermione lifted her brown eyes towards him.
'Yeah?'
'Do you, I mean, have you thought at all, about last night,' he asked, feeling his ears tingeing up.
Hermione sighed and smiled slyly at him,' Of course I have...I mean, I admitted my -feelings- towards you...how embarrassing,' she trailed off, blushing slightly.
Ron laughed and relaxed his arm around her shoulder,' I admitted -mine- to you, from what I recollect, we both have the same feelings towards each other,' he said, looking at her.
Hermione looked up at him and smiled slightly,' Last night..it was really scary, with what happened with Harry and all-,' she said,' But,' she spoke as Ron opened his mouth to say something,' you comforted me Ron, -comforted me-,' she smiled,' And when Viktor broke up with me, you made me feel...' she sighed, her mind searching for the right word,' You made me feel, -loved- ,' she admitted, her heart racing.
She felt the heat from Ron's arm warm her heart as she sighed again, resting her head on his shoulder.
Ron smiled and kissed the top of her head,' You know what?' he said as Hermione lifted her head to kiss him back.
'What?' Hermione asked, kissing him softly on the lips.
'Every time we fight, every time talk, every time we're -together-, you make me feel...-great-' he said laughing.
'You feel great when we fight?' Hermione asked, laughing slightly.
Ron smiled and nodded,' Yes, even when we fight it's just..I dunno...It feels good.'
Hermione stared at him for a second then burst out in laughter,' It never feels good to me! Is that why you fight with me all the time? because it makes you feel good?' she asked, laughing.
Ron blushed and shrugged, pulling his arm away from her and standing up,' Maybe,' he said grinning,' Why don't you come and take a break 'Mione, have some lunch?' he asked as Hermione sighed.
'But I've got loads of work, I'm -never- going to be finished by the time school starts again..and thats .. soon isn't it?'
Ron nodded,' A week.'
Hermione sighed and lifted herself up from the bed,' Ok, let's go , I want to ask Percy if maybe he can help me with the Prefect junk anyways,' she said, walking out the door as Ron followed her downstairs, to where all the commotion was.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile and sorry if this chapter sucks. It's short, it's rather poorly written but I'll try to have the next one better, in fact, the next one -will- be better.
I've been busy lately with school, acting, ballet and such, plus, my new story "Love Where You Least Expect It" has kept me rather busy, it's a Hermione and Draco romance, and I think it's coming along a tad more better then this one, so if you are interested into that type of fictions, please feel free to read it! Well thanks for reading this chapter and I'll have the next chapter up soon..I hope. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!
~Lynzie.
A/A/N: By the way, only a few more chapters of this story is going to be made, then I might write a sequel, what do you think? should I write a sequel or just make a self explanatory ending?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot line.
'...Carrots and onion petals, I tell you, its the best thing I have ever tasted..'
Ron opened his eyes slowly, the sound of a sizzling sauce pan and the smell of roasting tomatoes and garlic met his senses.
He could hear his mum's voice in the kitchen, the sounds of footsteps scuffed along the floor, making a horrid racket, waking everyone up, for sure.
Ron sat up slightly, noticing the couch feeling lighter.
Glancing around the room he was surprised to find that he was the only one there. Rubbing his eyes, getting rid of his morning vision of ache and blur, he stood up and trudged up the stair case, into the brightly lit room.
'Look who's finally decided to join us!'
Ron looked to the left to see his father jump up from his chair and walk towards him, a nervous smile plastered across his face.
'Come and join us, lunch is about ready...' he said, guiding him towards the kitchen.
Around the big kitchen table, (Magically enhanced it seemed) sat Ginny, Harry (who looked a bit more cheery then last night), Fred, George, Dudley (his eyes darting back and forth between the twins), Percy (for once) and, taking Ron by surprise, Bill and Charlie.
' 'Aye Ron!' Bill said, looking up with a smile.
His long red hair was tied back into the usual ponytail, his dragon hide boots were half hidden beneath long, dark green robes, and his fang earring hung from his ear as always, slightly chipped on the end.
'How've you been?' he asked, grabbing a roll from his plate and holding it up,' Hungry?'
Nodding, Ron squeezed between Bill and Charlie and turned around.
Sitting on the living room chairs were Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley, both looked angry, though Pertunia was listening rather interested and amazed as Mrs Weasley (who sat on the couch across from them) went on about cooking, cleaning, recipes and gardening.
Mr Weasley however, sat rather uneasily next to Vernon who stared daggers at him while he stuttered on nervously about his collections of plugs and batteries.
Glancing around the room once more he turned back to the table, where loads of chicken, ham, potatoes and garlic, steamed vegetables and butter rolls sat, ready to be eaten.
'Where's Hermione?' he asked, suddenly realising there was no beautiful smiling brunet at the table.
Ginny looked up from her plate and shrugged.
'I Habn't seen her' Fred replied, his mouth full of potatoes and ham.
Ron stood up quickly and walked back to the living room, where Mrs Weasley was pulling out her newest Gildory Lockhart book to show, a some- what interested Petunia.
'Dad, mum, where's Hermione?'
Mrs Weasley looked up quickly and smiled,' She's up in Ginny's room, finishing up some summer school work she forgot she had,' she said, looking back down at her Lockhart book which a broad grinning Gildory looked back at her, winking.
Turning on his heel, Ron strided out of the living room towards the staircase.
Hermione layed on the extra bed that was set out in Ginnys bedroom, her school work spread out over the home-made quilt and her extra quill and ink balancing rather un-steadily on a stack of books.
Sighing she flipped to the next chapter on her Arithmacy book.
She'd forgotten the extra credit she'd been assigned, and the speech she had to write, for the upcoming Prefect meeting.
Her eyes drifted aside to Ginny's dresser, where a picture of her and her brother, Ron sat.
She smiled as she watched Ginny and Ron smiling and laughing in the frame, playfully shoving each other and throwing leaves around, for the picture was taken outside, somewhere near fall, Hermione assumed.
'Herm?'
Hermione, jumped, startled as she looked up to see Ron standing in the door way, a half smile resting upon his face.
'U-uh..u-u-um y-yeah?' she asked, she could feel her face heat up.
Pictures of last night flashed through her head, causing her cheeks to tinge up pink.
Ron grinned and walked in, sitting down next to her.
'I thought you told me you had all your homework done?' he asked, picking up her piece of parchment that had part of her speech written upon it.
Hermione jumped out of her trance and snatched the piece of paper from his hand.
'I thought I was...I just remembered I had extra work I've forgotten to write down,' she said casually as Ron laughed.
'And to think you were nagging at -me- all summer to do -my- homework,' he said, grinning mischievously.
Hermione smiled and punched him playfully.
'Ha, not my fault..entirly,' she admitted.
There was a moment or two of silence, both of their thoughts urging one of them to talk.
'Hey, 'mione?' Ron asked as Hermione lifted her brown eyes towards him.
'Yeah?'
'Do you, I mean, have you thought at all, about last night,' he asked, feeling his ears tingeing up.
Hermione sighed and smiled slyly at him,' Of course I have...I mean, I admitted my -feelings- towards you...how embarrassing,' she trailed off, blushing slightly.
Ron laughed and relaxed his arm around her shoulder,' I admitted -mine- to you, from what I recollect, we both have the same feelings towards each other,' he said, looking at her.
Hermione looked up at him and smiled slightly,' Last night..it was really scary, with what happened with Harry and all-,' she said,' But,' she spoke as Ron opened his mouth to say something,' you comforted me Ron, -comforted me-,' she smiled,' And when Viktor broke up with me, you made me feel...' she sighed, her mind searching for the right word,' You made me feel, -loved- ,' she admitted, her heart racing.
She felt the heat from Ron's arm warm her heart as she sighed again, resting her head on his shoulder.
Ron smiled and kissed the top of her head,' You know what?' he said as Hermione lifted her head to kiss him back.
'What?' Hermione asked, kissing him softly on the lips.
'Every time we fight, every time talk, every time we're -together-, you make me feel...-great-' he said laughing.
'You feel great when we fight?' Hermione asked, laughing slightly.
Ron smiled and nodded,' Yes, even when we fight it's just..I dunno...It feels good.'
Hermione stared at him for a second then burst out in laughter,' It never feels good to me! Is that why you fight with me all the time? because it makes you feel good?' she asked, laughing.
Ron blushed and shrugged, pulling his arm away from her and standing up,' Maybe,' he said grinning,' Why don't you come and take a break 'Mione, have some lunch?' he asked as Hermione sighed.
'But I've got loads of work, I'm -never- going to be finished by the time school starts again..and thats .. soon isn't it?'
Ron nodded,' A week.'
Hermione sighed and lifted herself up from the bed,' Ok, let's go , I want to ask Percy if maybe he can help me with the Prefect junk anyways,' she said, walking out the door as Ron followed her downstairs, to where all the commotion was.
A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in awhile and sorry if this chapter sucks. It's short, it's rather poorly written but I'll try to have the next one better, in fact, the next one -will- be better.
I've been busy lately with school, acting, ballet and such, plus, my new story "Love Where You Least Expect It" has kept me rather busy, it's a Hermione and Draco romance, and I think it's coming along a tad more better then this one, so if you are interested into that type of fictions, please feel free to read it! Well thanks for reading this chapter and I'll have the next chapter up soon..I hope. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks!
~Lynzie.
A/A/N: By the way, only a few more chapters of this story is going to be made, then I might write a sequel, what do you think? should I write a sequel or just make a self explanatory ending?