Title: "Crossing the Line".
Author: "whoeversaidlifewasfair"
Author's Note: Just the 3d chapter.. Read on!
Main Characters: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Disclaimer: I refuse to say it! Then I'll need a ton of chocolate frogs to get over the depression! ROTFLOL. Ok then... Not mine: hers.
Genre: Romance.
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Ron descended the stairs to the deserted common room quietly, and headed to his favourite couch only to find it was occupied...
By none other than Hermione Granger!
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Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! - he thought - Come on Ron... You still have time to turn around... She might not have noticed! - he prayed silently.
But he was in luck: Hermione was fast asleep: she had obviously been reading late, and had fallen asleep.
Despite himself, Ron smiled.
He couldn't help but notice just how pretty she was, her hair shining in different play of colours as the firelight reflected off it.
Ron couldn't sit beside her, because she was in a very strange position: her back was propped up with some pillows, but her legs were stretched out.
Blushing, he noticed that her skirt had been hitched up quite a lot, showing very attractive long, slim legs; and on her lap, there was an incredibly heavy looking book...
As slowly as he could, Ron leaned closer, and grabbed the book, pausing a second, and lifted it off her.
She moaned loudly, and Ron blushed furiously, his cheeks on fire.
Then, in a surprisingly swift movement, Hermione reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him down on top of her.
Ron had to work hard to surpress a scream, but a small yelp escaped from the back of his throat.
Hermione snuggled up to him happily, a smile on her lips.
Ron, his heart beating wildly, could only hope that nobody entered the Common Room now... Or he would never hear the end of this...
His heart finally slowing down to it's normal rate, Ron took in the situation: he was lying literally on top of Hermione: his legs sprawled on either side of hers and his chest pressed against hers (that was rather more voluminous than his now that he noticed... *snigger*) and their faces so close that he could feel her breath on his mouth and count every single eyelash.
He briefly wondered if he should get off her, but instantly decided against it: after all, it was she who had pulled him on top of her!
But then again, how the hell was he supposed to explain this when she woke up? Because it was perfectly clear that she was in a deep sleepy state.
Agonisingly slowly, he moved his left hand to put the book on he floor, and nearly cursed out loud when his hand brushed a bit of her leg, and hitched that damned skirt even higher.
If he wasn't careful, Hermione would get the wrong idea and curse him into pieces when she woke up...
TBC...
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A/N: Oooooooooh! I'm evil aren't I ?!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Don't worry guys... It's REAL this time!! - NOT a dream!!
Author: "whoeversaidlifewasfair"
Author's Note: Just the 3d chapter.. Read on!
Main Characters: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger.
Disclaimer: I refuse to say it! Then I'll need a ton of chocolate frogs to get over the depression! ROTFLOL. Ok then... Not mine: hers.
Genre: Romance.
***
Ron descended the stairs to the deserted common room quietly, and headed to his favourite couch only to find it was occupied...
By none other than Hermione Granger!
***
Shit, shit, shit, SHIT! - he thought - Come on Ron... You still have time to turn around... She might not have noticed! - he prayed silently.
But he was in luck: Hermione was fast asleep: she had obviously been reading late, and had fallen asleep.
Despite himself, Ron smiled.
He couldn't help but notice just how pretty she was, her hair shining in different play of colours as the firelight reflected off it.
Ron couldn't sit beside her, because she was in a very strange position: her back was propped up with some pillows, but her legs were stretched out.
Blushing, he noticed that her skirt had been hitched up quite a lot, showing very attractive long, slim legs; and on her lap, there was an incredibly heavy looking book...
As slowly as he could, Ron leaned closer, and grabbed the book, pausing a second, and lifted it off her.
She moaned loudly, and Ron blushed furiously, his cheeks on fire.
Then, in a surprisingly swift movement, Hermione reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him down on top of her.
Ron had to work hard to surpress a scream, but a small yelp escaped from the back of his throat.
Hermione snuggled up to him happily, a smile on her lips.
Ron, his heart beating wildly, could only hope that nobody entered the Common Room now... Or he would never hear the end of this...
His heart finally slowing down to it's normal rate, Ron took in the situation: he was lying literally on top of Hermione: his legs sprawled on either side of hers and his chest pressed against hers (that was rather more voluminous than his now that he noticed... *snigger*) and their faces so close that he could feel her breath on his mouth and count every single eyelash.
He briefly wondered if he should get off her, but instantly decided against it: after all, it was she who had pulled him on top of her!
But then again, how the hell was he supposed to explain this when she woke up? Because it was perfectly clear that she was in a deep sleepy state.
Agonisingly slowly, he moved his left hand to put the book on he floor, and nearly cursed out loud when his hand brushed a bit of her leg, and hitched that damned skirt even higher.
If he wasn't careful, Hermione would get the wrong idea and curse him into pieces when she woke up...
TBC...
***
A/N: Oooooooooh! I'm evil aren't I ?!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!
Don't worry guys... It's REAL this time!! - NOT a dream!!