A/N: Hello my beloved readers! I've had writers block for a bit (it sucked so much arse!) but I've had a flash of inspiration just as I was writing a note to tell you to give me ideas. HPLover-420 asked for some more Harry/Ginny so I'll devote the next chapter to nothing but them ok? But this chapter, pure, undiluted, no artificial fluffenings added, R/Hr fluff!
Louise Redknapp owns 'Naked' and Avril Lavigne owns 'I'm With You' (which is a beautiful song) and JK Rowling still owns Harry Potter.
Ta ta for now! Love Xodox.
Chapter 10: I'm With You
"Sold to the crazy woman who's NOT dressed in PVC!!!" yelled Fred.
Colleen fumed. Most people backed slowly away in case she started foaming at the mouth while some just ran for dear life.
"Bitch! Slut! Whore! Tart!" she screeched.
"Ah, but I'm not he one dressed in black PVC, am I Colleen?"
Colleen screamed random insults at Hermione until Ron jumped off the stage and walked calmly away with Hermione.
They walked out of the common room, out of the front doors and into a small garden, near the fountains.
The two sat on a bench together and looked up at the clear December sky. Hermione turned to face Ron, she expected to see relief on his face but he looked more nervous than when he was on stage. He was swallowing sharply at odd moments and seemed to be shaking ever so slightly.
Hermione looked into his eyes and simply raised an eyebrow. Ron looked slightly bewildered.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Why wouldn't I be when you just saved me from the jaws of Hell?" he said, in a wobbly voice.
Hermione smiled and looked up at the stars again, very slowly, she shuffled up to Ron and he, unbeknownst to him, snaked his arm around her and she laid her head on his shoulder. Ron looked down at her and as opposed to jumping around like an idiot (he likes to do that y'know), he simply grinned and shuffled closer to her.
"Beautiful night…" she said dreamily, intoxicated by the fact she was in Ron's arms and not because anybody had died.
"Can you hear something?" Ron suddenly said, looking round, warily.
Some music filtered in from somewhere and son the garden was flooded in sound.
"The buggers!" Ron said, trying not to laugh.
Neither of them could hold it in any longer, however and they both sat and laughed at the twins (who else could it be?) attempt at a romantic scene.
"Naked,
Undressing me with your eyes,
Oooh, naked,
Oh, hypnotized,"
The music suddenly stopped and was replaced with a much softer song, it softly rang round the garden and it made Ron feel braver for some reason.
"Erm, Hermione?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Would you like to dance?"
"I'd love to, Ron…"
They got up, hand in hand, and relaxed into each other's arms and swayed gently to the music.
"I'm standing on the bridge,
I'm waiting in the dark,
I thought you would be here by now,
There's nothing but the rain,
No footsteps on the ground,
I'm listenin' but there's no sound,
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night,
Tryin' to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you,
I'm with you,
I'm lookin' for a place,
I'm searchin' for a face,
Is anybody here I know,
Cause nothin's goin' right,
And everything's a mess,
And no one likes to be alone,
Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night,
Tryin' to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you,
I'm with you,
Why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind,
Yeah yeah…
It's a damn cold night,
Tryin' to figure out this life,
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you,
I'm with you,
Take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you,
I'm with you,"
Take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you,
I'm with you,"
"The buggers indeed…" Hermione said, softly and then she and Ron kissed passionately.
Back in the common room…"That was beautiful, George!" said Fred pretending to cry.
"I know…"said George on the verge of real tears of joy.
A/N: Isn't brotherly love a beautiful thing? Now r…r…oh man, stop it George, you're making me cry! Please review…**sniffle**