Author's note- Okay, I've been getting a few requests for more Ron/Hermione
action, so that's what I'm going to do. This whole chapter will just be
about them, to make my fans happy! Oh, and I changed the setting on it so
now you can post replies anonymously. And one other thing, if the girl
Mary and the boy Lars are a little confusing right now, that's good because
a little more of them will come into play in every part of the story.
Cya soon!
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"Mountain Trolls live mostly in the southern areas of the pacific in packs of four or five, traveling long distances and feeding on sheep and cattle in their grazing years," droned Professor Binns in his low monotone voice.
Most of the class was asleep in their chairs, though some still barely awake with their eyes a quarter of the way open. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the center of class, Ron asleep and drooling on his partly-dried ink- filled parchment, Harry with his mind completely elsewhere, his glasses falling down the rim of him nose, and Hermione, most surprisingly, dead asleep on her history of Magic book.
Snores echoed loudly from the back of the room; Professor Binns seemed to take no notice of them and did not cease his talking. The great advantage of being asleep was that it seemed to make time pass faster, and for poor Harry, who had gone to sleep early the night before, sleep was not an issue.
Finally and with anxious looks from the part of the class whom wasn't asleep, the final bell for the day rang and everyone jolted with a start, racing to the door in a hurry to get to lunch. Ron peeled his face from him book to have Harry snicker that her had black letters smeared all over his right cheek.
"I knew I should have waited until tonight to do my homework!" he groaned. He raced out the door, heading towards the boy's bathrooms to scrub his face clean.
"To the great hall, then, I suppose?" Harry said to Hermione. Her heart raced as fast as a mouse's as she remembered the potion but she nodded slowly and gave an artificial yawn. They walked out the door and as they reached the great Hall, she smacked her forehead and groaned.
"I forgot my-um-history book in class!" she said. "I'll have to go back and get it." She turned around and thundered down the halls.
"Should I make you a plate, then?" Harry called after her.
"Yes," she said over her shoulder. "And make Ron one too!"
* * *
Hermione checked twice in each direction to make sure that no one was watching her from around the corner and sneaked quickly into Myrtle's bathroom. Her usual whining cries came from the far stall as she ignored Hermione.
She unlocked her own potion-brewing toilet with her wand and took a small ladle from her bag. In a cauldron over a water-proof fire sitting on the seat, a thick white potion bubbled menacingly.
She dipped her ladle in and scooped out a spoonful, placing it in a small bottle that she had also brought from her bag. Her stomach turned fiercely as she put the fire out and emptied her cauldron into the toilet bowl. She packed the rest of her things magically into her bag and raced out the door as fast as she had come in, excitement overwhelming her.
* * *
Harry poured some pumpkin juice into two wooden goblets, placing them at the other side of the table along with two plates carrying pork chops, mashed potatoes, and Yorkshire Pudding.
"They should be getting back soon," Harry said to himself. And, sure enough, right after he said that Hermione ran to the table, the potion concealed tightly in her right hand, her cheeks pink. She hadn't thought of how she was going to sneak the potion into Ron's juice.
"Where's your book?" Harry asked, noticing she didn't have it under her arm like she usually carried it.
"Oh, I stopped by the tower and put it in my dorm," said Hermione casually, pleased that she had come up with such a good excuse. She suddenly had another stroke of a brilliant idea and came up with a way to sneak the potion to Ron without his noticing. "Look at that Malfoy, sneering over at us like that! Harry, I think he's coming over here!" Said Hermione cleverly.
Harry turned, a grimace on his face, in the direction on the Slytherin table, giving Hermione just enough time to uncork that bottle in her hand and pout the contents into Ron's glass. Harry turned around just as Hermione stuffed the bottle into her pocket.
"I didn't see that scum," said Harry angrily.
"Oh, must have been some other little greasy-haired git," Hermione replied. Harry laughed.
"Wonder when Ron's coming. It can't take THAT long to scrub your face clean," said Harry. In a few moment, of course, Ron burst through the doors, his cheek shiny and pink. Hermione scooted over as far away from him as possible, not wanting him to "smell" her just yet as he sat down next to her, rubbing his cheek.
"Never again am I going to buy permanent ink," said Ron exasperatedly. He chewed through his pork and Mashed potatoes, Hermione watching him intensely. When in God's name would he take a drink?
Finally, after finishing off his Yorkshire pudding, He drank all of the contents of his goblet quickly. Hermione gasped and they both looked at her.
"What's your problem?" Ron asked.
"N-nothing, I just swallowed a big piece of meat is all," Hermione lied. How many times had she done that today? Finally, after she was sure that all of the stars were shining bright and would be clearly visible in the Astronomy Tower, did she begin her plan.
"Ron, I've almost forgotten," Hermione stuttered, trying her best to keep her voice steady. "I think you left your Astronomy book in the Tower."
Ron looked at her, a bit puzzled. "I thought I had it- But, now that you mention in, I did remember going up there yesterday evening," he said, getting up from the table. Hermione was incredibly pleased with herself for planning this out so perfectly; she had most certainly placed him book in the tower last midnight.
She followed him close behind as he walked quickly to the tower. Finally, with Hermione so excited she was dizzy and close to passing out, they reached the Astronomy door and Ron opened it with a few small creaks as the old wood scraped across the tiled floor.
Just as Hermione expected, stars twinkled madly in through opened windows and up through the glass ceiling romantically.
"There it is," said Ron, walking over to a bench where his "accidentally misplaced" book lay. He scooped in up in his arms and turned around with a start, Hermione face to face with him, standing two inches away.
"I got it," said Ron, showing her his Astronomy book. "C'mon, Then. Let's go," he added nervously. Something felt different, Hermione standing in front of him, her brightly brown, curly hair flying in the light breeze.
She stared at him with brightly cinnamon-colored eyes. A small smiled crossed her lips, lighting her whole face up magically.
"I got my book," Ron said again, not looking into her eyes again; he knew what he was feeling, but with Hermione? Could it be, did he-
"Don't worry about that stupid book!" said Hermione exasperatedly, taking it from his shaking hands and heaving it out the nearest window. For a few seconds, you could hear its pages flapping in the breeze but it fell to the floor loudly and a cat screeched comically.
"Hey, that was my-," Ron started.
"Don't worry about the book!" Hermione said. Finally, she leaned in quickly, her heart pounding harder than ever. A half-an-inch away from Ron's lips, she stopped for a moment and pressed her body into his.
Finally, their lips met and molded like clay. Hermione could feel the kiss I her toes; it was just as perfect as she imagined it to be if not more. Ron did not pull, away, to Hermione's great liking, and she could feel his heart thumping in rhythm with her own.
His body was more solid that she expected it to be, but it seemed to be made to fit hers. She pressed harder into him, and in a moment, the kiss ended slowly and reluctantly. Hermione looked into his bright blue eyes and held his robes in her hands.
"Worry about that."
Ron looked at her for a moment before falling to the ground in a dead faint. Hermione sighed.
"Goodnight, Ron."
* * *
"Mountain Trolls live mostly in the southern areas of the pacific in packs of four or five, traveling long distances and feeding on sheep and cattle in their grazing years," droned Professor Binns in his low monotone voice.
Most of the class was asleep in their chairs, though some still barely awake with their eyes a quarter of the way open. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the center of class, Ron asleep and drooling on his partly-dried ink- filled parchment, Harry with his mind completely elsewhere, his glasses falling down the rim of him nose, and Hermione, most surprisingly, dead asleep on her history of Magic book.
Snores echoed loudly from the back of the room; Professor Binns seemed to take no notice of them and did not cease his talking. The great advantage of being asleep was that it seemed to make time pass faster, and for poor Harry, who had gone to sleep early the night before, sleep was not an issue.
Finally and with anxious looks from the part of the class whom wasn't asleep, the final bell for the day rang and everyone jolted with a start, racing to the door in a hurry to get to lunch. Ron peeled his face from him book to have Harry snicker that her had black letters smeared all over his right cheek.
"I knew I should have waited until tonight to do my homework!" he groaned. He raced out the door, heading towards the boy's bathrooms to scrub his face clean.
"To the great hall, then, I suppose?" Harry said to Hermione. Her heart raced as fast as a mouse's as she remembered the potion but she nodded slowly and gave an artificial yawn. They walked out the door and as they reached the great Hall, she smacked her forehead and groaned.
"I forgot my-um-history book in class!" she said. "I'll have to go back and get it." She turned around and thundered down the halls.
"Should I make you a plate, then?" Harry called after her.
"Yes," she said over her shoulder. "And make Ron one too!"
* * *
Hermione checked twice in each direction to make sure that no one was watching her from around the corner and sneaked quickly into Myrtle's bathroom. Her usual whining cries came from the far stall as she ignored Hermione.
She unlocked her own potion-brewing toilet with her wand and took a small ladle from her bag. In a cauldron over a water-proof fire sitting on the seat, a thick white potion bubbled menacingly.
She dipped her ladle in and scooped out a spoonful, placing it in a small bottle that she had also brought from her bag. Her stomach turned fiercely as she put the fire out and emptied her cauldron into the toilet bowl. She packed the rest of her things magically into her bag and raced out the door as fast as she had come in, excitement overwhelming her.
* * *
Harry poured some pumpkin juice into two wooden goblets, placing them at the other side of the table along with two plates carrying pork chops, mashed potatoes, and Yorkshire Pudding.
"They should be getting back soon," Harry said to himself. And, sure enough, right after he said that Hermione ran to the table, the potion concealed tightly in her right hand, her cheeks pink. She hadn't thought of how she was going to sneak the potion into Ron's juice.
"Where's your book?" Harry asked, noticing she didn't have it under her arm like she usually carried it.
"Oh, I stopped by the tower and put it in my dorm," said Hermione casually, pleased that she had come up with such a good excuse. She suddenly had another stroke of a brilliant idea and came up with a way to sneak the potion to Ron without his noticing. "Look at that Malfoy, sneering over at us like that! Harry, I think he's coming over here!" Said Hermione cleverly.
Harry turned, a grimace on his face, in the direction on the Slytherin table, giving Hermione just enough time to uncork that bottle in her hand and pout the contents into Ron's glass. Harry turned around just as Hermione stuffed the bottle into her pocket.
"I didn't see that scum," said Harry angrily.
"Oh, must have been some other little greasy-haired git," Hermione replied. Harry laughed.
"Wonder when Ron's coming. It can't take THAT long to scrub your face clean," said Harry. In a few moment, of course, Ron burst through the doors, his cheek shiny and pink. Hermione scooted over as far away from him as possible, not wanting him to "smell" her just yet as he sat down next to her, rubbing his cheek.
"Never again am I going to buy permanent ink," said Ron exasperatedly. He chewed through his pork and Mashed potatoes, Hermione watching him intensely. When in God's name would he take a drink?
Finally, after finishing off his Yorkshire pudding, He drank all of the contents of his goblet quickly. Hermione gasped and they both looked at her.
"What's your problem?" Ron asked.
"N-nothing, I just swallowed a big piece of meat is all," Hermione lied. How many times had she done that today? Finally, after she was sure that all of the stars were shining bright and would be clearly visible in the Astronomy Tower, did she begin her plan.
"Ron, I've almost forgotten," Hermione stuttered, trying her best to keep her voice steady. "I think you left your Astronomy book in the Tower."
Ron looked at her, a bit puzzled. "I thought I had it- But, now that you mention in, I did remember going up there yesterday evening," he said, getting up from the table. Hermione was incredibly pleased with herself for planning this out so perfectly; she had most certainly placed him book in the tower last midnight.
She followed him close behind as he walked quickly to the tower. Finally, with Hermione so excited she was dizzy and close to passing out, they reached the Astronomy door and Ron opened it with a few small creaks as the old wood scraped across the tiled floor.
Just as Hermione expected, stars twinkled madly in through opened windows and up through the glass ceiling romantically.
"There it is," said Ron, walking over to a bench where his "accidentally misplaced" book lay. He scooped in up in his arms and turned around with a start, Hermione face to face with him, standing two inches away.
"I got it," said Ron, showing her his Astronomy book. "C'mon, Then. Let's go," he added nervously. Something felt different, Hermione standing in front of him, her brightly brown, curly hair flying in the light breeze.
She stared at him with brightly cinnamon-colored eyes. A small smiled crossed her lips, lighting her whole face up magically.
"I got my book," Ron said again, not looking into her eyes again; he knew what he was feeling, but with Hermione? Could it be, did he-
"Don't worry about that stupid book!" said Hermione exasperatedly, taking it from his shaking hands and heaving it out the nearest window. For a few seconds, you could hear its pages flapping in the breeze but it fell to the floor loudly and a cat screeched comically.
"Hey, that was my-," Ron started.
"Don't worry about the book!" Hermione said. Finally, she leaned in quickly, her heart pounding harder than ever. A half-an-inch away from Ron's lips, she stopped for a moment and pressed her body into his.
Finally, their lips met and molded like clay. Hermione could feel the kiss I her toes; it was just as perfect as she imagined it to be if not more. Ron did not pull, away, to Hermione's great liking, and she could feel his heart thumping in rhythm with her own.
His body was more solid that she expected it to be, but it seemed to be made to fit hers. She pressed harder into him, and in a moment, the kiss ended slowly and reluctantly. Hermione looked into his bright blue eyes and held his robes in her hands.
"Worry about that."
Ron looked at her for a moment before falling to the ground in a dead faint. Hermione sighed.
"Goodnight, Ron."