Hello all, This is a new chapter. I hope that you enjoy it.
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"Bugger, I really liked this shirt to!" Hermione mumbled to herself as she wet the tea towel and rubbed it against the baby vomit that now stained her front. The shirt was well and truly ruined, which was a shame, because it was a really nice shirt.
"That is a nice color on you" the voice startled Hermione. She turned to see George leaning against the door frame of the kitchen. Hermione laughed.
"What, the color of the shirt or the color of the vomit?" She joked, George smiled.
"Both, it brings out the color in your eyes" He smiled.
"Thanks, I guess" Hermione replied, still rubbing the stain.
"Here, let me help you with that" He told her, moving further into the kitchen and taking the towel from her hands, dipping it into the soapy water and then carefully rubbing at the stain.
"Maybe I should just ask Ginny for a shirt to wear" Hermione sighed. George smiled at her.
"But this is a really nice shirt, it looks good on you" George complimented. Hermione couldn't help the light blush that spread across her cheeks.
"Thank you George"
"But I think you would look good in any thing Hermione. I am amazed at how grown up you are" George told her.
"Well, people do tend to grow up" Hermione told him.
"Not us Weasleys" He smiled. Hermione had to silently agree. All of the Weasley men were trapped in some sort of juvenile time warp. A Peter Pan syndrome that made them never want to grow up.
"True" She grinned. George dipped the towel in the water again.
"I think it is great what you are doing with this whole relaxing thing. From what I remember of you at school, you worked yourself way to hard" George told her.
"I never thought that I did" She replied.
"Did I ever tell you how much I admired you at school?" George asked. Hermione looked at him, confused.
"No?"
"Well, I did, I admired you, a lot actually. I admired how you could work for hours on end, just working non-stop, even if it was the most beautiful day of the year outside. I admired that you could always jump forward with an answer that no one else could possibly know, I admired how you could keep others in line and motivated, and I totally admired how you always seemed to know the right thing to say at the right time. Plus, being able to leave Ron completely and utterly dumbfounded, That is a gift" George replied sincerely. Hermione could feel her cheeks heating up.
"I admired you to. You always seemed so relaxed and so happy. I mean, I was happy with the way I was living, but I would have loved to have had the freedom that you and Fred seemed to have. You always seemed to know exactly what you wanted, and you got it. I admit I was jealous" Hermione told him.
"You were jealous of me? Wow, I did not expect you to say that" He smiled.
"Well, I just did say it, didn't I?" Hermione replied. George chuckled.
"You, my dear, are one in a million. No, you are one in ten million" George told her. Hermione laughed.
"Well, that is really sweet of you to say"
"Hermione, would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?" George asked. Hermione pulled away from him slightly.
George had just asked her out on a date. It had been a long time since any man had asked her out on a date. She didn't quite know what to say. Could she really date Ron's brother? What would Ron do? What would Ron say?
Wait. Why should Ron care? Why did Hermione care if Ron cared? Ron was not her boyfriend, he was not her father, he was not even her keeper, he was just a friend. Just a friend. Nothing more nothing less. What would Ron do? Forbid her not to go on a date with George.
Besides, Ron wanted her to relax, and this would help her to relax. To go out to dinner with a friend. There didn't have to be anything sexual about going out with George if she didn't want it (she wasn't sure if she did want anything like that with George or not)
"Yeah, ok, sure, I would love to"
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"I cant believe you actually said yes to going out with my brother" Ron sighed, for the hundredth time as he stood in Hermione's doorway watching her scurry around the room, preparing for her date.
"Are you jealous?" Hermione asked as she pulled on her other sandal.
"No, I am not jealous" He said, not to convincingly. Hermione caught his tone, but decided not to mention it.
"Ron, it is just dinner with George" She replied.
"I know, I know" He sighed.
He was having strange feelings about the whole thing. He didn't want Hermione to go, because he didn't want her to date George. Ron didn't want Hermione for himself. He just didn't want anyone else to have her, especially not a member of his own family.
He didn't love her like that. It had become his new mantra. No matter what happened, he would repeat that to himself. And now, as he watched her prepare to go out to dinner with his older brother, he was repeating it to himself more.
It had been a long time since Ron had seen Hermione dressed up. Not that she was overly dressed up now. But she was elegantly casual. Ron couldn't stop himself from thinking just how beautiful she looked.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"That will be George; can you go and get that for me please?" Hermione asked. He sighed, and then moved down the stairs to the front door, which he opened and let his brother in.
"Is my date ready yet?' George smiled. Ron had never before wanted to seriously hit one of his brothers, but at that moment, he wanted to slap that smile off of George's face. The smile seemed so insincere, so unsettling, unnerving.
Ron had an urge to jump into the 'If you hurt her I will no longer have a brother named George' speech, but was interrupted when he realized that George wouldn't even hear a word that he would have said.
Hermione was slowly making her way down the stairs. Her entrance was strange, almost like the slow motion movie enterences in muggle movie. Both Weasley men stood at the door, waiting for her, their jaws almost hitting the floor.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her soft brown hair was down, framing her face. Her sweater clung to her body, showing her curves, and her skirt stopped just above her knee, showing off a large amount of her legs.
"Wow" Ron whispered. Of course he had seen her upstairs when she was still getting ready, but now, it was so different, it was so much like Ron was seeing her for the first time. His breath caught in his throat and his palms were getting sweaty.
It was at that moment, that Ron realized, no matter how much he tried to deny it, no matter how much her told himself that it wasn't so, there was something going on between him and Hermione.
She looked wonderful, and he had to fight the temptation of begging her not to go out with George, he had to fight the temptation of telling his brother to leave, and then locking Hermione in the house so she wouldn't be able to leave him tonight.
Did Ron now love Hermione?
No
Yes
Oh, who knows anything anymore?
Ron didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that he did not want Hermione dating his brother. He knew that it would just be way too much for him to deal with if they actually hit it off. He just knew it would be way to confusing.
He took a deep breath and stopped himself from staring. Ron knew he should say something, compliment her, tell her that she looks nice or something, anything, But he didn't know what to say. He couldn't find the word to express what he was thinking. He couldn't express it because he didn't even know.
How can you possibly explain your thoughts to some one else if you didn't even understand what was going on in your own head?
"Hermione, you look great" George told her. She blushed slightly.
"Thank you" She smiled.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked. Hermione nodded and then smiled at Ron.
"Don't wait up" Hermione laughed, and then left with George.
He tried in vain to smile at Hermione's little joke, but he could not find the strength to laugh. He could not find the strength to really do anything.
He was jealous of his brother. He was jealous of George because he had Hermione. He was taking her out to dinner. On a date.
Ron took a deep breath, steadying himself.
What the hell was going on in his head?
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Hermione sat and ate her dinner, hearing little stories about Fred and George's joke shop. She would smile and laugh when appropriate, but truthfully, she was not having a good time.
She didn't understand why she was not having fun. George was a funny, charming, intelligent, sensitive, good looking guy who was always making sure that she was having a great time. But the truth of the matter was that she just wasn't having fun.
Maybe it was because it had been years since her last date, maybe it was because she was more worried about not making a fool of herself, or maybe it was because of Ron.
Hermione almost slapped herself when her subconscious threw her that curve ball. She was not enjoying herself because of Ron.
But what did that mean? Was it guilt because she had left Ron all alone at home? Was it because she had heard slight jealously in his voice when she accused him of it earlier? Ron had seemed a little strange just before they had left, was it because of that?
It all was because of Ron. She was not enjoying her dinner, all because of Ron.
Damn Ron. Hermione wanted desperately to enjoy tonight, her first date in a long time. She wanted to talk to some one, have an intellectual conversation, talk about anything that came to mind. She wanted the innocent flirting that a first date could bring. She wanted the simple gestures of kindness that a man shows a woman. She wanted the atmosphere of a date, and most of all, she wanted the anticipation of a kiss at the end of the night.
But Ron had ruined it all for her, weather he knew that or not. He was making her feel on edge, making her concentrate on other things other than the conversation that George was providing, She was so one edge that she had not picked up on any simple little flirty gestures. The atmosphere seemed to be lacking and Hermione held no anticipation for the end of the night kiss.
All because of Ron.
Then, the truth of the matter hit her.
She was on a date with the wrong Weasley.
George was a great guy, but really, Hermione didn't want to be there with him. She wanted to be there with some one else. She wanted to be there with Ron.
She knew that she would appreciate and take part in conversation with him if he was there, she would accept Ron's flirty advances, and even flirt back, and she would be nervously anticipating the end of the night, when even for a spilt second, her lips would be pressed against his.
Hermione didn't understand why she was having these feelings for Ron, but all she knew was that they were there. It wasn't fair on George. She shouldn't be thinking about his brother when she was on a date with him.
"Hermione? Are you OK?" He asked. Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts by his voice.
"Yeah, I am fine"
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"I had a really great time tonight Hermione" George smiled as they stood outside of Ron's front door. Hermione smiled.
"I had a great time to, It was really great catching up with you" She replied. George nodded, and then pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Do yourself a favor Hermione, tell Ron how you feel about him" he told her. Hermione pulled back and looked at him.
"What?"
"Hermione, it is so damn obvious that you are in love with my brother" George told her. Hermione just shook her head at him.
"No, I don't love him" She replied "Not like that"
"There is no point denying it. Hermione, I know you spent all night thinking about Ickle Ronniekins" George replied.
"I didn't"
"You did"
"I didn't"
"Hermione?" He questioned, she sighed.
"I am sorry George; I didn't mean to ruin the night." She muttered. George smiled.
"You didn't ruin anything" George replied. Hermione nodded. "But you should tell him"
"Tell him what? Because I am not even sure how I feel about him" Hermione replied.
"Maybe you should just tell him of your feelings. Tell him you are confused and that you don't know how to deal with what you are feeling for him. He may understand that" George told her. She nodded, and then hugged him.
"Thank you, you are a great friend" Hermione whispered, and then opened the door. Entering, she turned and watched as George left.
Hermione turned around again, and jumped when she saw some one on the stairs.
"You waited up for me!" She exclaimed at Ron. She couldn't believe it. That made her so damn angry at him. How dare he think that he had the right to do that to her. Who did he think he was, his father didn't even do that any more?
"So what if I did.I am just making sure you are ok" He told her. It was a pretty lame excuse, and Ron would be the first to admit that, but he really didn't know what else to say.
"Making sure that I am ok. I was with your brother, why would I not be ok?" She asked. She was so angry at him. While standing on the door step she had had every intention of doing what George had suggested, of coming inside and telling Ron how she really felt. But now he didn't deserve to know her feelings, he didn't deserve to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He didn't deserve her.
"Because George is not right for you" he replied.
"Then what is right for me? Huh?" She exclaimed.
"I don't know, but not him" Ron replied.
"What, so I don't deserve a nice guy. I don't deserve a sweet guy who respects me and treats me like a desirable woman" Hermione asked.
"A desirable woman, he sad that you were desirable?" he asked, amazed. He hadn't expected George to actually like Hermione. He just thought the George was asking her out to because she was just a pretty face. He knew his brother pretty well, and for him to refer to a girl as desirable, usually meant that he was at least a little bit genuinely interested. He was amazed at his brother, not at the concept of Hermione being desirable, because Ron agreed, she was a desirable woman.
"Don't sound so shocked Ron, Just because you think I am not desirable, doesn't mean that everyone has your taste in women." She told him, pushing past him to move up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Hermione, that is not what I meant" He replied, following her up the stairs.
"Then what do you mean then?" she asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
"I mean that, umm, I don't know what I meant" he replied.
"That makes me feel so much better" Hermione exclaimed, turning on her heel and entering her bedroom. She closed the door and sighed.
Taking a deep breath she tried to subside her anger, but she knew that it was easier said than done. She opened the door, and moved back out into the hall.
"You know what Weasley, you have no right to pass judgment on me like that. You can't even let me go out on a date with out you treating me like a little girl. You just need to grow up, stop being a jealous prat and get over it" Hermione told him. Ron just smiled at her and opened his own bedroom door.
"Fine, I am over it.and while I am at it, I am over you" He told her before he could think about what he was saying. He slammed his door, leaving Hermione in the hall.
"What do you mean you are over me?" She yelled, but he didn't reply. "Fine, be a childish, juvenile little git, I am over you to"
Hermione slammed her bedroom door closed just as Ron's opened.
"What do you mean you are over me?" he yelled.
"I thought you said you were over it all" She called. Ron just growled.
"Fine" He yelled and slammed his door.
"Fine" She yelled back.
"Be that way then" He yelled.
"I will." She replied.
Less than a minute later, both bedroom doors opened. They looked at each other for a few minutes.
Then they fell into each others arms. Holding each other lovingly.
A few seconds later, they kissed.
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"Bugger, I really liked this shirt to!" Hermione mumbled to herself as she wet the tea towel and rubbed it against the baby vomit that now stained her front. The shirt was well and truly ruined, which was a shame, because it was a really nice shirt.
"That is a nice color on you" the voice startled Hermione. She turned to see George leaning against the door frame of the kitchen. Hermione laughed.
"What, the color of the shirt or the color of the vomit?" She joked, George smiled.
"Both, it brings out the color in your eyes" He smiled.
"Thanks, I guess" Hermione replied, still rubbing the stain.
"Here, let me help you with that" He told her, moving further into the kitchen and taking the towel from her hands, dipping it into the soapy water and then carefully rubbing at the stain.
"Maybe I should just ask Ginny for a shirt to wear" Hermione sighed. George smiled at her.
"But this is a really nice shirt, it looks good on you" George complimented. Hermione couldn't help the light blush that spread across her cheeks.
"Thank you George"
"But I think you would look good in any thing Hermione. I am amazed at how grown up you are" George told her.
"Well, people do tend to grow up" Hermione told him.
"Not us Weasleys" He smiled. Hermione had to silently agree. All of the Weasley men were trapped in some sort of juvenile time warp. A Peter Pan syndrome that made them never want to grow up.
"True" She grinned. George dipped the towel in the water again.
"I think it is great what you are doing with this whole relaxing thing. From what I remember of you at school, you worked yourself way to hard" George told her.
"I never thought that I did" She replied.
"Did I ever tell you how much I admired you at school?" George asked. Hermione looked at him, confused.
"No?"
"Well, I did, I admired you, a lot actually. I admired how you could work for hours on end, just working non-stop, even if it was the most beautiful day of the year outside. I admired that you could always jump forward with an answer that no one else could possibly know, I admired how you could keep others in line and motivated, and I totally admired how you always seemed to know the right thing to say at the right time. Plus, being able to leave Ron completely and utterly dumbfounded, That is a gift" George replied sincerely. Hermione could feel her cheeks heating up.
"I admired you to. You always seemed so relaxed and so happy. I mean, I was happy with the way I was living, but I would have loved to have had the freedom that you and Fred seemed to have. You always seemed to know exactly what you wanted, and you got it. I admit I was jealous" Hermione told him.
"You were jealous of me? Wow, I did not expect you to say that" He smiled.
"Well, I just did say it, didn't I?" Hermione replied. George chuckled.
"You, my dear, are one in a million. No, you are one in ten million" George told her. Hermione laughed.
"Well, that is really sweet of you to say"
"Hermione, would you like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?" George asked. Hermione pulled away from him slightly.
George had just asked her out on a date. It had been a long time since any man had asked her out on a date. She didn't quite know what to say. Could she really date Ron's brother? What would Ron do? What would Ron say?
Wait. Why should Ron care? Why did Hermione care if Ron cared? Ron was not her boyfriend, he was not her father, he was not even her keeper, he was just a friend. Just a friend. Nothing more nothing less. What would Ron do? Forbid her not to go on a date with George.
Besides, Ron wanted her to relax, and this would help her to relax. To go out to dinner with a friend. There didn't have to be anything sexual about going out with George if she didn't want it (she wasn't sure if she did want anything like that with George or not)
"Yeah, ok, sure, I would love to"
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"I cant believe you actually said yes to going out with my brother" Ron sighed, for the hundredth time as he stood in Hermione's doorway watching her scurry around the room, preparing for her date.
"Are you jealous?" Hermione asked as she pulled on her other sandal.
"No, I am not jealous" He said, not to convincingly. Hermione caught his tone, but decided not to mention it.
"Ron, it is just dinner with George" She replied.
"I know, I know" He sighed.
He was having strange feelings about the whole thing. He didn't want Hermione to go, because he didn't want her to date George. Ron didn't want Hermione for himself. He just didn't want anyone else to have her, especially not a member of his own family.
He didn't love her like that. It had become his new mantra. No matter what happened, he would repeat that to himself. And now, as he watched her prepare to go out to dinner with his older brother, he was repeating it to himself more.
It had been a long time since Ron had seen Hermione dressed up. Not that she was overly dressed up now. But she was elegantly casual. Ron couldn't stop himself from thinking just how beautiful she looked.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"That will be George; can you go and get that for me please?" Hermione asked. He sighed, and then moved down the stairs to the front door, which he opened and let his brother in.
"Is my date ready yet?' George smiled. Ron had never before wanted to seriously hit one of his brothers, but at that moment, he wanted to slap that smile off of George's face. The smile seemed so insincere, so unsettling, unnerving.
Ron had an urge to jump into the 'If you hurt her I will no longer have a brother named George' speech, but was interrupted when he realized that George wouldn't even hear a word that he would have said.
Hermione was slowly making her way down the stairs. Her entrance was strange, almost like the slow motion movie enterences in muggle movie. Both Weasley men stood at the door, waiting for her, their jaws almost hitting the floor.
She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her soft brown hair was down, framing her face. Her sweater clung to her body, showing her curves, and her skirt stopped just above her knee, showing off a large amount of her legs.
"Wow" Ron whispered. Of course he had seen her upstairs when she was still getting ready, but now, it was so different, it was so much like Ron was seeing her for the first time. His breath caught in his throat and his palms were getting sweaty.
It was at that moment, that Ron realized, no matter how much he tried to deny it, no matter how much her told himself that it wasn't so, there was something going on between him and Hermione.
She looked wonderful, and he had to fight the temptation of begging her not to go out with George, he had to fight the temptation of telling his brother to leave, and then locking Hermione in the house so she wouldn't be able to leave him tonight.
Did Ron now love Hermione?
No
Yes
Oh, who knows anything anymore?
Ron didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that he did not want Hermione dating his brother. He knew that it would just be way too much for him to deal with if they actually hit it off. He just knew it would be way to confusing.
He took a deep breath and stopped himself from staring. Ron knew he should say something, compliment her, tell her that she looks nice or something, anything, But he didn't know what to say. He couldn't find the word to express what he was thinking. He couldn't express it because he didn't even know.
How can you possibly explain your thoughts to some one else if you didn't even understand what was going on in your own head?
"Hermione, you look great" George told her. She blushed slightly.
"Thank you" She smiled.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked. Hermione nodded and then smiled at Ron.
"Don't wait up" Hermione laughed, and then left with George.
He tried in vain to smile at Hermione's little joke, but he could not find the strength to laugh. He could not find the strength to really do anything.
He was jealous of his brother. He was jealous of George because he had Hermione. He was taking her out to dinner. On a date.
Ron took a deep breath, steadying himself.
What the hell was going on in his head?
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Hermione sat and ate her dinner, hearing little stories about Fred and George's joke shop. She would smile and laugh when appropriate, but truthfully, she was not having a good time.
She didn't understand why she was not having fun. George was a funny, charming, intelligent, sensitive, good looking guy who was always making sure that she was having a great time. But the truth of the matter was that she just wasn't having fun.
Maybe it was because it had been years since her last date, maybe it was because she was more worried about not making a fool of herself, or maybe it was because of Ron.
Hermione almost slapped herself when her subconscious threw her that curve ball. She was not enjoying herself because of Ron.
But what did that mean? Was it guilt because she had left Ron all alone at home? Was it because she had heard slight jealously in his voice when she accused him of it earlier? Ron had seemed a little strange just before they had left, was it because of that?
It all was because of Ron. She was not enjoying her dinner, all because of Ron.
Damn Ron. Hermione wanted desperately to enjoy tonight, her first date in a long time. She wanted to talk to some one, have an intellectual conversation, talk about anything that came to mind. She wanted the innocent flirting that a first date could bring. She wanted the simple gestures of kindness that a man shows a woman. She wanted the atmosphere of a date, and most of all, she wanted the anticipation of a kiss at the end of the night.
But Ron had ruined it all for her, weather he knew that or not. He was making her feel on edge, making her concentrate on other things other than the conversation that George was providing, She was so one edge that she had not picked up on any simple little flirty gestures. The atmosphere seemed to be lacking and Hermione held no anticipation for the end of the night kiss.
All because of Ron.
Then, the truth of the matter hit her.
She was on a date with the wrong Weasley.
George was a great guy, but really, Hermione didn't want to be there with him. She wanted to be there with some one else. She wanted to be there with Ron.
She knew that she would appreciate and take part in conversation with him if he was there, she would accept Ron's flirty advances, and even flirt back, and she would be nervously anticipating the end of the night, when even for a spilt second, her lips would be pressed against his.
Hermione didn't understand why she was having these feelings for Ron, but all she knew was that they were there. It wasn't fair on George. She shouldn't be thinking about his brother when she was on a date with him.
"Hermione? Are you OK?" He asked. Hermione was pulled out of her thoughts by his voice.
"Yeah, I am fine"
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"I had a really great time tonight Hermione" George smiled as they stood outside of Ron's front door. Hermione smiled.
"I had a great time to, It was really great catching up with you" She replied. George nodded, and then pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Do yourself a favor Hermione, tell Ron how you feel about him" he told her. Hermione pulled back and looked at him.
"What?"
"Hermione, it is so damn obvious that you are in love with my brother" George told her. Hermione just shook her head at him.
"No, I don't love him" She replied "Not like that"
"There is no point denying it. Hermione, I know you spent all night thinking about Ickle Ronniekins" George replied.
"I didn't"
"You did"
"I didn't"
"Hermione?" He questioned, she sighed.
"I am sorry George; I didn't mean to ruin the night." She muttered. George smiled.
"You didn't ruin anything" George replied. Hermione nodded. "But you should tell him"
"Tell him what? Because I am not even sure how I feel about him" Hermione replied.
"Maybe you should just tell him of your feelings. Tell him you are confused and that you don't know how to deal with what you are feeling for him. He may understand that" George told her. She nodded, and then hugged him.
"Thank you, you are a great friend" Hermione whispered, and then opened the door. Entering, she turned and watched as George left.
Hermione turned around again, and jumped when she saw some one on the stairs.
"You waited up for me!" She exclaimed at Ron. She couldn't believe it. That made her so damn angry at him. How dare he think that he had the right to do that to her. Who did he think he was, his father didn't even do that any more?
"So what if I did.I am just making sure you are ok" He told her. It was a pretty lame excuse, and Ron would be the first to admit that, but he really didn't know what else to say.
"Making sure that I am ok. I was with your brother, why would I not be ok?" She asked. She was so angry at him. While standing on the door step she had had every intention of doing what George had suggested, of coming inside and telling Ron how she really felt. But now he didn't deserve to know her feelings, he didn't deserve to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling. He didn't deserve her.
"Because George is not right for you" he replied.
"Then what is right for me? Huh?" She exclaimed.
"I don't know, but not him" Ron replied.
"What, so I don't deserve a nice guy. I don't deserve a sweet guy who respects me and treats me like a desirable woman" Hermione asked.
"A desirable woman, he sad that you were desirable?" he asked, amazed. He hadn't expected George to actually like Hermione. He just thought the George was asking her out to because she was just a pretty face. He knew his brother pretty well, and for him to refer to a girl as desirable, usually meant that he was at least a little bit genuinely interested. He was amazed at his brother, not at the concept of Hermione being desirable, because Ron agreed, she was a desirable woman.
"Don't sound so shocked Ron, Just because you think I am not desirable, doesn't mean that everyone has your taste in women." She told him, pushing past him to move up the stairs to her bedroom.
"Hermione, that is not what I meant" He replied, following her up the stairs.
"Then what do you mean then?" she asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
"I mean that, umm, I don't know what I meant" he replied.
"That makes me feel so much better" Hermione exclaimed, turning on her heel and entering her bedroom. She closed the door and sighed.
Taking a deep breath she tried to subside her anger, but she knew that it was easier said than done. She opened the door, and moved back out into the hall.
"You know what Weasley, you have no right to pass judgment on me like that. You can't even let me go out on a date with out you treating me like a little girl. You just need to grow up, stop being a jealous prat and get over it" Hermione told him. Ron just smiled at her and opened his own bedroom door.
"Fine, I am over it.and while I am at it, I am over you" He told her before he could think about what he was saying. He slammed his door, leaving Hermione in the hall.
"What do you mean you are over me?" She yelled, but he didn't reply. "Fine, be a childish, juvenile little git, I am over you to"
Hermione slammed her bedroom door closed just as Ron's opened.
"What do you mean you are over me?" he yelled.
"I thought you said you were over it all" She called. Ron just growled.
"Fine" He yelled and slammed his door.
"Fine" She yelled back.
"Be that way then" He yelled.
"I will." She replied.
Less than a minute later, both bedroom doors opened. They looked at each other for a few minutes.
Then they fell into each others arms. Holding each other lovingly.
A few seconds later, they kissed.
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