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The second movie WAS so much better than the first! I think it's gonna be my fave! Especially since they've all been through puberty!!! I love their new oh so deep voices!!! : )
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Tossing on the couch, Hermione slept as best she could. She was very tired after dancing song after song with the best three guys in the world: her BEST friends. She was exhausted, yes, but her restless sleep was caused by one person. Not Santa, not Dumbeldore, Harry, or Neville. Or anyone else, for that matter; no one except Ron, of course.
She thought back to the many times they'd kissed under the mistletoe that night. Okay, so not "many", more like twice...but Hermione's first kiss had only taken place a few hours ago. And in the exact same room Hermione was sleeping in at that moment. She, of course, had kissed Harry and Neville too. Misletoe was strung all around the Gryffindor tower, so it was almost impossible to avoid it. But the students unanimously, and silently, decided to ignore it. At least until tonight.
Turning on her side again, Hermione opened her eyes, only to fall onto the floor into a great heap of blankets, pillows, and Ron.
"Ooooof!" The sound escaped from both of them.
"RON! What are you doing?" Hermione stood up, her hands on her hips.
"I was only coming down to check on you..." he trailed off, racking his mind, and looking for a plausible excuse for his sudden appearance. "I was trying to see if the fire was still lit, so you wouldn't freeze down here."
"Ron?" Hermione asked calmly.
"Yes?"
"THE FIRE IS ENCHANTED! IT DOESN'T GO OUT! NOT UNLESS MCGONAGAL PUTS IT OUT!" She snapped, plopping down on the couch again.
"Oh." Was all Ron could say. Hermione pulled him onto the couch next to her, and apoligized.
"Look, Ron...I really don't appreciate being scared half to death in the middle of the night... especially while I look like this!"
"Oh. Okay." He just sat staring.
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"No."
"Are you sure, Ron..."
"No..."
"Are you sleepwalking again, Ron?"
"Yes." Ron decided to lie, to excuse his behavior and avoid humiliation the next morning. Hermione was about to walk up the stairs to escort Ron to his room, when she heard a voice.
"If Santa's a muggle, then how does he get through the barrier?"
"HARRY!" Hermione growled, "This is NOT the time for your random question game!"
"But really...Santa's a muggle."
"No Harry, Santa's not a muggle. How else would her get his reindeer to fly?" Neville appeared.
"Oh..." Harry said, and then passed out on a couch.
"Too much egg nog for the both of them, I suppose..." Hermione said, gently laying a "sleeping" Ron on another couch. Sitting down next to him, she began stroking his amazingly *RED* hair.
"You know he likes you, right Hermione?" Neville asked as Ron stirred in his "sleep". Neville bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain as Ron's leg "magically" reached out an kicked him in the shin.
"Really?" Hermione leaned forward, interested in the conversation. HERMIONE! STOP! He's going to tell Ron that you like him, and you don't...or...do you? Hermione thought.
"Ye-errr...no..." Ron's swift kick had struck again, this time in a more sensitive spot. Hermione didn't notice, for she was looking in another direction, checking on Harry.
"I'm rather tired. I think I'll just sleep a little before it get's too late in the morning, and I wind up falling asleep in the Great Hall during breakfast," Hermione laughed, and grabbed a blanket, this time deciding to sleep on the floor so that if she was startled once again, she wouldn't fall as far.
"Neville?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"Does Ron...well...does he really like me?"
This time, Neville had postioned himself far from Ron's reach.
"Yes," He said bravely, knowing he was going to get a severe ass kicking as soon as Hermione left the room the next morning.
Ron grunted in his "sleep" to confirm Neville's fears.
A/N: REVIEW!!!! I'll love you forever!!!!!!okay, so not forever...just until the fuzzy slippers leave the room!
The second movie WAS so much better than the first! I think it's gonna be my fave! Especially since they've all been through puberty!!! I love their new oh so deep voices!!! : )
THANK YOU:
Purrfect Kittie a.k.a Damita
Rupert Fan
Sue
QOF
kpetal
YOU ALL INSPIRED ME TO UPDATE!!!!! : ) I LOVE YOU!!!!
Tossing on the couch, Hermione slept as best she could. She was very tired after dancing song after song with the best three guys in the world: her BEST friends. She was exhausted, yes, but her restless sleep was caused by one person. Not Santa, not Dumbeldore, Harry, or Neville. Or anyone else, for that matter; no one except Ron, of course.
She thought back to the many times they'd kissed under the mistletoe that night. Okay, so not "many", more like twice...but Hermione's first kiss had only taken place a few hours ago. And in the exact same room Hermione was sleeping in at that moment. She, of course, had kissed Harry and Neville too. Misletoe was strung all around the Gryffindor tower, so it was almost impossible to avoid it. But the students unanimously, and silently, decided to ignore it. At least until tonight.
Turning on her side again, Hermione opened her eyes, only to fall onto the floor into a great heap of blankets, pillows, and Ron.
"Ooooof!" The sound escaped from both of them.
"RON! What are you doing?" Hermione stood up, her hands on her hips.
"I was only coming down to check on you..." he trailed off, racking his mind, and looking for a plausible excuse for his sudden appearance. "I was trying to see if the fire was still lit, so you wouldn't freeze down here."
"Ron?" Hermione asked calmly.
"Yes?"
"THE FIRE IS ENCHANTED! IT DOESN'T GO OUT! NOT UNLESS MCGONAGAL PUTS IT OUT!" She snapped, plopping down on the couch again.
"Oh." Was all Ron could say. Hermione pulled him onto the couch next to her, and apoligized.
"Look, Ron...I really don't appreciate being scared half to death in the middle of the night... especially while I look like this!"
"Oh. Okay." He just sat staring.
"Ron?"
"Yes?"
"Are you alright?"
"No."
"Are you sure, Ron..."
"No..."
"Are you sleepwalking again, Ron?"
"Yes." Ron decided to lie, to excuse his behavior and avoid humiliation the next morning. Hermione was about to walk up the stairs to escort Ron to his room, when she heard a voice.
"If Santa's a muggle, then how does he get through the barrier?"
"HARRY!" Hermione growled, "This is NOT the time for your random question game!"
"But really...Santa's a muggle."
"No Harry, Santa's not a muggle. How else would her get his reindeer to fly?" Neville appeared.
"Oh..." Harry said, and then passed out on a couch.
"Too much egg nog for the both of them, I suppose..." Hermione said, gently laying a "sleeping" Ron on another couch. Sitting down next to him, she began stroking his amazingly *RED* hair.
"You know he likes you, right Hermione?" Neville asked as Ron stirred in his "sleep". Neville bit his lip to keep himself from crying out in pain as Ron's leg "magically" reached out an kicked him in the shin.
"Really?" Hermione leaned forward, interested in the conversation. HERMIONE! STOP! He's going to tell Ron that you like him, and you don't...or...do you? Hermione thought.
"Ye-errr...no..." Ron's swift kick had struck again, this time in a more sensitive spot. Hermione didn't notice, for she was looking in another direction, checking on Harry.
"I'm rather tired. I think I'll just sleep a little before it get's too late in the morning, and I wind up falling asleep in the Great Hall during breakfast," Hermione laughed, and grabbed a blanket, this time deciding to sleep on the floor so that if she was startled once again, she wouldn't fall as far.
"Neville?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah?"
"Does Ron...well...does he really like me?"
This time, Neville had postioned himself far from Ron's reach.
"Yes," He said bravely, knowing he was going to get a severe ass kicking as soon as Hermione left the room the next morning.
Ron grunted in his "sleep" to confirm Neville's fears.
A/N: REVIEW!!!! I'll love you forever!!!!!!okay, so not forever...just until the fuzzy slippers leave the room!