Problems at the Burrow
Chapter 4: Happily Everafter
A/N: Hey, I just got over this big sneezing fit... Everyone, it's the end! Last Chapter, I think... But then I'm going on to other things. All these little stories are leading up to this big, huge mega story. Look for my next one, which will be coming out soon. I know, it's not going to be like this one. It will be a sequal, I think. I'm not completely sure. Oh well. Talk to u all later!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my plot. But if I did own it, Mandy Brocklehurst would be mentioned more than once in the first book!
Dedication: My reggies (Sommy, Tropical Fishy, Saralea, and Wendy!) and to everyone else who made this fic happen that is not myself. Probably my Dad for helping me spell Masqurede just a few minutes again. And also, I have to ask Wendy if she knew the score to Friday's B-Ball game. Did we win?
***
Hermione was unusually quiet that night at dinner, and the rest of the night. She ate a lot of food for some reason. Like, enough to feed a camel. I didn't think that she could actually pack away that much food, but she did. Usually, she didn't eat like this at Hogwarts. Actually, at Hogwarts, she only picked at her food (she must have eaten a lot of food at home over the summer, because she had grown a lot as I have previously said, over the summer). I didn't suppose that she wanted guys to know that she actually ate. Some girls are like this.
But then, I guess my Mum obsessing about the hickies on my neck were not a help to her 'Feed the Hermione' campaign. That's all she would talk about.
"If all my firends saw you with those... things, on your neck... I would just die," she murmered loud enough for the entire table to hear. Ginny was looking guiltily at me from across the table. She shrugged ever time I sent a dagger at her with my eyes, thinking, 'duh, this is all your fault little sister.' Hermione excused herself from the table first, cheeks scarlet and knuckles white. I really felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do exactly.
Except for stare at her and think about kissing her. She was a very, very good kisser. But I really hadn't kissed too many girls (they're names are definately not going on here, because they would most likely deny it if anyone from Hogwarts read it... Plus, I really wouldn't want Hermione to find out and wring their necks, because she's a little, jealous...). Hermione was the best of them though. She tasted better than anyone of the other girls I've kissed.
Finally, after an excrutiatingly long dinner, I thought for sure that Hermione hated my guts. I knew that she did. Even during dinner, she didn't look at me (or anything other than her friend, the plate that held her food that she was very quickly devoring....). She only said hello once to everyone, then kept her head down.
She for sure hated me.
Because I had taken advantage of the True Love potion. But she was my True Love, wasn't she? I don't know, but they way we kissed... Maybe that was just my... hormones, talking... Erm, yeah, maybe that was it. Uh-huh.
I doubt it a little.
****
Ron was hopeless. He couldn't like me. I was probably the most inexperienced kisser he ever kissed, and he probably thought that I was like... ew. But I was in love with him. And he said that he liked me for a very long time. And if he liked me as long as I liked him, then wouldn't it make sense if we were together. I didn't go for Harry or Percey or anyone while under the potion, so that must mean that Ron is my true love. My soulmate. My person that I'll fall in love with. Or already am in love with.
How should I tell him? I wondered as I sat up in Ron's room. Everyone was still down at dinner. I had eaten a lot, but I had also eaten very fast. I was suprised that I wasn't sick. I sat on his bed, laying with my head on his pillow. I was wondering was it would be like if we were married, lived together somewhere other than the Burrow (somewhere in the Wizard world. A place that was exactly like the Burrow, just not the Burrow). I smiled, thinking of laying together and waiting for the sun to rise, or for us to fall asleep.
I smiled, then heard someone coming up the stairs. It sounded like Harry and Ginny. They went into Ginny's room. Quickly, hoping that no one would come into the darkened room, I pulled the tangled blankets over my head. Ron kept a very messy room. That was one thing I would have to change if we started going out.
I could just see us together at Hogwarts, sitting together, eating breakfast on a snowy morning. Me, fixing his tie, while he tried to kiss me as many times he could before we had to get to class. I could imagine me straightening his hair while he tried to kiss me again. That's how I had always pictured us. The sweet couple, wrapped up in a quilt while snuggling by the fire in the Common Room. I loved the idea of it. It was just so perfect, which was something that I was not used to.
I was suprised when the door to the bedroom open. It was Ron. He was muttering something under his breath that I couldn't understand. I waited silently, and then felt him get into bed. He was laying beside me, and I could feel the warmth coming off of him, and I sighed. He shifted, and by his breathing I could tell he was asleep. But how could he fall asleep with me in his bed?
I was about to get out when I heard him mumble, "Hermione..." in his sleep. I took a good look at him. I had seen him when he was asleep before - in the third year, when the Gryffindors all had to sleep in the Great Hall because of Sirius Black. But now, he looked so much more innocent. He looked just like a little boy, like most guys do, when he was asleep. I smiled, and he murmered it again.
Playing along, I mumbled, "What?"
He grinned sluggishly in his sleep, but didn't say anything. I brushed his red hair from his eyes, keeping my hand on his forhead. He was so warm and sweet. I kissed his soft lips gently, and he mumbled sleepily, "Love you."
"I love you too, Ron," I whispered back. But suddenly, he had snaked his arm around me in my sleep, and I couldn't move. He pulled me down to him, his eyes open suddenly.
"I thought so." He leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. He tasted rather good. Like Ron. I smiled and then he groaned, because I snaked my arms around his neck. I loved the way he did this when I kissed him, because it made me feel like I was the best kisser in the world. Which I so wasn't.
"Ron, I don't want you to get into more trouble." I made a move to get up, but he pulled me back down.
"I want to get in trouble." He smiled, and then I leaned back and smiled. We were finally together. It was that big, confrontational moment (that always seems to happen at the end of the year... I really liked that part of the year, because it was usually so hard to work toward; and it always made it so much better when we saved Hogwarts).
"Ron," I mumbled, pulling away from his kiss. "Are we going to go out together...? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked, gazed at him curiously.
"Do you want to?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," he said after a moment. "Hermione, I want to be the best boyfriend you ever had. I want to make you happier than you've ever been. I promise, I -"
"Ron," I said, stopping him. "It's ok. You don't have to promise me anything. Just promise me that you won't ever try to do a Truth Spell." He grinned, and we both nodded. The door flew open, and Harry and Ginny were standing there, arms crossed over their chests, smug grins on their faces.
"Finally," Ginny said. "Now, since you are all going out, say goodnight. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and need our sleep."
"How about this...? I'll stay with Ron, and you can go with Ginny?" I asked Harry. He nodded, then swiftly closed the door.
That night, we slept happily ever after.
Be kind, please....rewind... And review!
Chapter 4: Happily Everafter
A/N: Hey, I just got over this big sneezing fit... Everyone, it's the end! Last Chapter, I think... But then I'm going on to other things. All these little stories are leading up to this big, huge mega story. Look for my next one, which will be coming out soon. I know, it's not going to be like this one. It will be a sequal, I think. I'm not completely sure. Oh well. Talk to u all later!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my plot. But if I did own it, Mandy Brocklehurst would be mentioned more than once in the first book!
Dedication: My reggies (Sommy, Tropical Fishy, Saralea, and Wendy!) and to everyone else who made this fic happen that is not myself. Probably my Dad for helping me spell Masqurede just a few minutes again. And also, I have to ask Wendy if she knew the score to Friday's B-Ball game. Did we win?
***
Hermione was unusually quiet that night at dinner, and the rest of the night. She ate a lot of food for some reason. Like, enough to feed a camel. I didn't think that she could actually pack away that much food, but she did. Usually, she didn't eat like this at Hogwarts. Actually, at Hogwarts, she only picked at her food (she must have eaten a lot of food at home over the summer, because she had grown a lot as I have previously said, over the summer). I didn't suppose that she wanted guys to know that she actually ate. Some girls are like this.
But then, I guess my Mum obsessing about the hickies on my neck were not a help to her 'Feed the Hermione' campaign. That's all she would talk about.
"If all my firends saw you with those... things, on your neck... I would just die," she murmered loud enough for the entire table to hear. Ginny was looking guiltily at me from across the table. She shrugged ever time I sent a dagger at her with my eyes, thinking, 'duh, this is all your fault little sister.' Hermione excused herself from the table first, cheeks scarlet and knuckles white. I really felt bad for her, but there was nothing I could do exactly.
Except for stare at her and think about kissing her. She was a very, very good kisser. But I really hadn't kissed too many girls (they're names are definately not going on here, because they would most likely deny it if anyone from Hogwarts read it... Plus, I really wouldn't want Hermione to find out and wring their necks, because she's a little, jealous...). Hermione was the best of them though. She tasted better than anyone of the other girls I've kissed.
Finally, after an excrutiatingly long dinner, I thought for sure that Hermione hated my guts. I knew that she did. Even during dinner, she didn't look at me (or anything other than her friend, the plate that held her food that she was very quickly devoring....). She only said hello once to everyone, then kept her head down.
She for sure hated me.
Because I had taken advantage of the True Love potion. But she was my True Love, wasn't she? I don't know, but they way we kissed... Maybe that was just my... hormones, talking... Erm, yeah, maybe that was it. Uh-huh.
I doubt it a little.
****
Ron was hopeless. He couldn't like me. I was probably the most inexperienced kisser he ever kissed, and he probably thought that I was like... ew. But I was in love with him. And he said that he liked me for a very long time. And if he liked me as long as I liked him, then wouldn't it make sense if we were together. I didn't go for Harry or Percey or anyone while under the potion, so that must mean that Ron is my true love. My soulmate. My person that I'll fall in love with. Or already am in love with.
How should I tell him? I wondered as I sat up in Ron's room. Everyone was still down at dinner. I had eaten a lot, but I had also eaten very fast. I was suprised that I wasn't sick. I sat on his bed, laying with my head on his pillow. I was wondering was it would be like if we were married, lived together somewhere other than the Burrow (somewhere in the Wizard world. A place that was exactly like the Burrow, just not the Burrow). I smiled, thinking of laying together and waiting for the sun to rise, or for us to fall asleep.
I smiled, then heard someone coming up the stairs. It sounded like Harry and Ginny. They went into Ginny's room. Quickly, hoping that no one would come into the darkened room, I pulled the tangled blankets over my head. Ron kept a very messy room. That was one thing I would have to change if we started going out.
I could just see us together at Hogwarts, sitting together, eating breakfast on a snowy morning. Me, fixing his tie, while he tried to kiss me as many times he could before we had to get to class. I could imagine me straightening his hair while he tried to kiss me again. That's how I had always pictured us. The sweet couple, wrapped up in a quilt while snuggling by the fire in the Common Room. I loved the idea of it. It was just so perfect, which was something that I was not used to.
I was suprised when the door to the bedroom open. It was Ron. He was muttering something under his breath that I couldn't understand. I waited silently, and then felt him get into bed. He was laying beside me, and I could feel the warmth coming off of him, and I sighed. He shifted, and by his breathing I could tell he was asleep. But how could he fall asleep with me in his bed?
I was about to get out when I heard him mumble, "Hermione..." in his sleep. I took a good look at him. I had seen him when he was asleep before - in the third year, when the Gryffindors all had to sleep in the Great Hall because of Sirius Black. But now, he looked so much more innocent. He looked just like a little boy, like most guys do, when he was asleep. I smiled, and he murmered it again.
Playing along, I mumbled, "What?"
He grinned sluggishly in his sleep, but didn't say anything. I brushed his red hair from his eyes, keeping my hand on his forhead. He was so warm and sweet. I kissed his soft lips gently, and he mumbled sleepily, "Love you."
"I love you too, Ron," I whispered back. But suddenly, he had snaked his arm around me in my sleep, and I couldn't move. He pulled me down to him, his eyes open suddenly.
"I thought so." He leaned forward and kissed my lips tenderly. He tasted rather good. Like Ron. I smiled and then he groaned, because I snaked my arms around his neck. I loved the way he did this when I kissed him, because it made me feel like I was the best kisser in the world. Which I so wasn't.
"Ron, I don't want you to get into more trouble." I made a move to get up, but he pulled me back down.
"I want to get in trouble." He smiled, and then I leaned back and smiled. We were finally together. It was that big, confrontational moment (that always seems to happen at the end of the year... I really liked that part of the year, because it was usually so hard to work toward; and it always made it so much better when we saved Hogwarts).
"Ron," I mumbled, pulling away from his kiss. "Are we going to go out together...? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" I asked, gazed at him curiously.
"Do you want to?"
"Do you want to?"
"Yes," he said after a moment. "Hermione, I want to be the best boyfriend you ever had. I want to make you happier than you've ever been. I promise, I -"
"Ron," I said, stopping him. "It's ok. You don't have to promise me anything. Just promise me that you won't ever try to do a Truth Spell." He grinned, and we both nodded. The door flew open, and Harry and Ginny were standing there, arms crossed over their chests, smug grins on their faces.
"Finally," Ginny said. "Now, since you are all going out, say goodnight. We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, and need our sleep."
"How about this...? I'll stay with Ron, and you can go with Ginny?" I asked Harry. He nodded, then swiftly closed the door.
That night, we slept happily ever after.
Be kind, please....rewind... And review!