Author's note- OMG! I can't believe I wrote chapter 4! That, I must say, is
one of my most-err-descriptive scenes in a story ever. This chapter will be
more tender, and it's got some Hermione/Ron- well, Hermione-and-Ron-asleep-
in-his-bed. A LOT less gruesome. Oh, and PS, there's gonna be a HUGE twist
to this story with Lars. I mean, he's going to change EVERYTHING!
Hermione clicked her small bed lamp on. She didn't understand it.
She didn't understand why she fought with him, why she broke up with Victor Krum over him, Or, for the most part, why she felt this way about him.
Hermione had known, from the moment she saw him on her first ride on the Hogwarts express, a boy-ish grin on his face, that she had loved him.
But Ron was her best friend, why jeopardize a friendship over a crush?
"But what if he feels the way I do?" Hermione argued with herself aloud.
Finally, after a few minutes of persuading herself to find the courage deep inside her, she silently crawled out of bed and crept to the door, slipping through it like a mouse.
She walked quietly across the common room and made her way to the boy's dormitories. She quickly found the seventh-year and opened the door.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd never even had enough courage give him a mere hint.
And there he was.
He had left his hangings just partly open, and though it Hermione caught a glimpse of sleeping, fiery red hair.
She tiptoed to Ron's bed and pulled the hanging back all the way. She sat on her knees, looking at him with adoration in the darkness of night.
She wondered if he was dreaming about her, or if he was merely dreaming about a giant toad like any other non-love struck teenaged boy.
Hermione ran her fingers through his soft, tangled red mane. She touched a freckle filled cheek. He was so handsome.
She held his hand; fingers laced with hers, and laid her head on his bed side. She closed her eyes. This truly was the best feeling in the world.
She could feel his warmth, hear his steady breathing. Hermione wanted to fall asleep and stay there forever.
Unfortunately, Harry Potter would not let that happen.
"What are you doing here, Hermione?" he asked, startling her. She turned around quickly to face him, being ever-so-careful not to wake Ron.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered.
"What are you doing in here?" Harry repeated.
"I was just-" Hermione raked her brain for a reasonable response. "I was just giving him his-Prefect badge!" she said.
She knew quite well how stupid this sounded- sneaking into the boys dormitories, holding a sleeping Ron Weasly's hand, running her fingers through his hair in the middle of the night.
And with an excuse like the one she had given him, she wouldn't be surprised if Harry woke Ron up now to tell him she fancied him.
"But it's right there!" Harry hissed, pointing to Ron's bed side table where his bade gleamed in the darkness.
Luckily Harry still had his light turned off, or he would have seen that Hermione's face was the color of Ron's hair.
Harry smirked.
"Say no more, Hermione. I promise I won't tell him," he said.
Hermione decided it was best to give in and let someone know. And who would be better than her other best friend?
"Thank you, Harry," she said. And, as Hermione closed the door to his dormitory, Harry laughed quietly, smiled, and rolled over.
"About time," he mumbled before falling asleep again.
* * * The next morning, he woke to the sound of Ron yawning loudly.
He sat up and looked over to Ron's bed, the curtains still pulled back from last night.
"I had the weirdest dream last night," Ron said.
"Was it about someone coming in here and lying there head down on your bed while talking to me?" Harry asked.
"No, I dreamt that I was a giant toad. Good guess though," said Ron as he pulled back his hanging and got dressed.
Hermione clicked her small bed lamp on. She didn't understand it.
She didn't understand why she fought with him, why she broke up with Victor Krum over him, Or, for the most part, why she felt this way about him.
Hermione had known, from the moment she saw him on her first ride on the Hogwarts express, a boy-ish grin on his face, that she had loved him.
But Ron was her best friend, why jeopardize a friendship over a crush?
"But what if he feels the way I do?" Hermione argued with herself aloud.
Finally, after a few minutes of persuading herself to find the courage deep inside her, she silently crawled out of bed and crept to the door, slipping through it like a mouse.
She walked quietly across the common room and made her way to the boy's dormitories. She quickly found the seventh-year and opened the door.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She'd never even had enough courage give him a mere hint.
And there he was.
He had left his hangings just partly open, and though it Hermione caught a glimpse of sleeping, fiery red hair.
She tiptoed to Ron's bed and pulled the hanging back all the way. She sat on her knees, looking at him with adoration in the darkness of night.
She wondered if he was dreaming about her, or if he was merely dreaming about a giant toad like any other non-love struck teenaged boy.
Hermione ran her fingers through his soft, tangled red mane. She touched a freckle filled cheek. He was so handsome.
She held his hand; fingers laced with hers, and laid her head on his bed side. She closed her eyes. This truly was the best feeling in the world.
She could feel his warmth, hear his steady breathing. Hermione wanted to fall asleep and stay there forever.
Unfortunately, Harry Potter would not let that happen.
"What are you doing here, Hermione?" he asked, startling her. She turned around quickly to face him, being ever-so-careful not to wake Ron.
"Harry!" Hermione whispered.
"What are you doing in here?" Harry repeated.
"I was just-" Hermione raked her brain for a reasonable response. "I was just giving him his-Prefect badge!" she said.
She knew quite well how stupid this sounded- sneaking into the boys dormitories, holding a sleeping Ron Weasly's hand, running her fingers through his hair in the middle of the night.
And with an excuse like the one she had given him, she wouldn't be surprised if Harry woke Ron up now to tell him she fancied him.
"But it's right there!" Harry hissed, pointing to Ron's bed side table where his bade gleamed in the darkness.
Luckily Harry still had his light turned off, or he would have seen that Hermione's face was the color of Ron's hair.
Harry smirked.
"Say no more, Hermione. I promise I won't tell him," he said.
Hermione decided it was best to give in and let someone know. And who would be better than her other best friend?
"Thank you, Harry," she said. And, as Hermione closed the door to his dormitory, Harry laughed quietly, smiled, and rolled over.
"About time," he mumbled before falling asleep again.
* * * The next morning, he woke to the sound of Ron yawning loudly.
He sat up and looked over to Ron's bed, the curtains still pulled back from last night.
"I had the weirdest dream last night," Ron said.
"Was it about someone coming in here and lying there head down on your bed while talking to me?" Harry asked.
"No, I dreamt that I was a giant toad. Good guess though," said Ron as he pulled back his hanging and got dressed.