Chapter Three: Awwwwww....
Author's Note: If I get boring or too detailed let me know, I know I tend to wander a bit...
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Her slender hands were cradled against her cheek as she slept, her skin glowed still with youth, though she was 17 years of age. Her normally stubborn chin was relaxed enough to part her full lips and her honey tinted curls spread out on the pillow around her in a recklessness that seemd out of place for the orderly and proper girl.
Ron Weasley smiled gently. Harry's departure had woken the redhead, but he had learned long ago that when his friend desired company he would ask for it. So instead he had come here, as he sometimes did when he needed to sort things out. For now, though, he was content to just watch Hermione sleep. He resisted the urge to pull the covers up over her bare shoulder because she would probably wake up and hex his hand off if he did, instead reaching out to tuck the unruly strand of hair that tickled her cheek behind her her ear.
"I don't know what you think you're doing Ronald Weasley, but you won't be doing it at the age of 18 if you touch me again."
Ron grinned. "Good morning, my dearest."
Hermione snorted and her arms came out from under the fluffly comforter to stretch above her head. "Yeah, whatever."
She rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes and turned back to glare at his smiling face. "God, it must be six o'clock, what are you doing here?" It wasn't the first time he had come into her dormitory while she was sleeping for one reason or another.
Ron sighed and flopped onto the bed beside her. he didn't speak for a long time. "I'm worried." he said finally.
"About Harry?"
"And Ginny as well."
"Why?"
"She's so detached...I can't remember the last time I saw her laugh...or smile, even."
"She's hurting." Hermione said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "She'll come out of it."
"Does she ever talk to you about it?"
"About what happened? yeah, sometimes." Hermione smiled sleepily. "I'm the Agony Aunt of Gryffindor Tower." she paused. "She really loves him."
"I know. I think he loves her as well. He's just scared, that's all. You know what happened to..."
They lapsed into silence again. After a few more minutes, Ron rolled over on his side to face her, a mischevious grin on his face. "I'm going to try this again." he said. "Good morning, Hermione." he leaned forward and claimed her lips in a kiss until he felt her fingers start to grip at his shirt. Only then did he pull back and give them both room to breathe.
"Good morning, Ron." she grinned into his neck, sighing contentedly. Then, "We'll both get in soooooo much trouble if McGonagall finds you in here."
"Mhmmm..." Ron mumbled in agreement.
"Ew, you guys." A voice teased from the doorway.
The pair looked up to see Ginny standing there, hands on her hips, smirking playfully.
"Sod off." Ron laughed. Hermione giggled uncharacteristically and wriggled out of Ron's grasp, clambering out of bed. Ron slid out after her.
"Er..." Ginny was still smirking at them. "I was just coming to see if you guys wanted to go get some breakfast?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Harry?" Ron said.
"Where is Harry, anyway?" Hermione asked.
Author's Note: If I get boring or too detailed let me know, I know I tend to wander a bit...
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Her slender hands were cradled against her cheek as she slept, her skin glowed still with youth, though she was 17 years of age. Her normally stubborn chin was relaxed enough to part her full lips and her honey tinted curls spread out on the pillow around her in a recklessness that seemd out of place for the orderly and proper girl.
Ron Weasley smiled gently. Harry's departure had woken the redhead, but he had learned long ago that when his friend desired company he would ask for it. So instead he had come here, as he sometimes did when he needed to sort things out. For now, though, he was content to just watch Hermione sleep. He resisted the urge to pull the covers up over her bare shoulder because she would probably wake up and hex his hand off if he did, instead reaching out to tuck the unruly strand of hair that tickled her cheek behind her her ear.
"I don't know what you think you're doing Ronald Weasley, but you won't be doing it at the age of 18 if you touch me again."
Ron grinned. "Good morning, my dearest."
Hermione snorted and her arms came out from under the fluffly comforter to stretch above her head. "Yeah, whatever."
She rubbed the sleep from her tired eyes and turned back to glare at his smiling face. "God, it must be six o'clock, what are you doing here?" It wasn't the first time he had come into her dormitory while she was sleeping for one reason or another.
Ron sighed and flopped onto the bed beside her. he didn't speak for a long time. "I'm worried." he said finally.
"About Harry?"
"And Ginny as well."
"Why?"
"She's so detached...I can't remember the last time I saw her laugh...or smile, even."
"She's hurting." Hermione said, leaning her head against his shoulder. "She'll come out of it."
"Does she ever talk to you about it?"
"About what happened? yeah, sometimes." Hermione smiled sleepily. "I'm the Agony Aunt of Gryffindor Tower." she paused. "She really loves him."
"I know. I think he loves her as well. He's just scared, that's all. You know what happened to..."
They lapsed into silence again. After a few more minutes, Ron rolled over on his side to face her, a mischevious grin on his face. "I'm going to try this again." he said. "Good morning, Hermione." he leaned forward and claimed her lips in a kiss until he felt her fingers start to grip at his shirt. Only then did he pull back and give them both room to breathe.
"Good morning, Ron." she grinned into his neck, sighing contentedly. Then, "We'll both get in soooooo much trouble if McGonagall finds you in here."
"Mhmmm..." Ron mumbled in agreement.
"Ew, you guys." A voice teased from the doorway.
The pair looked up to see Ginny standing there, hands on her hips, smirking playfully.
"Sod off." Ron laughed. Hermione giggled uncharacteristically and wriggled out of Ron's grasp, clambering out of bed. Ron slid out after her.
"Er..." Ginny was still smirking at them. "I was just coming to see if you guys wanted to go get some breakfast?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Harry?" Ron said.
"Where is Harry, anyway?" Hermione asked.