Disclaimer: I'm saying it now- I am not, repeat, am not, JKR. I didn't
write the Harry Potter books, and the characters are all hers. Sadly.
Chapter 6
The next afternoon every Hogwarts student was in a frenzy, getting ready for the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Ron spent over an hour in the bathroom, practicing what he would say to Hermione.
When he finally walked outside with the rest of the Gryffindor team, he looked for her in the crowd. He finally spotted her, walking to the field with- wait! Was that Seamus? He couldn't exactly say anything to her with him there. He meandered his way towards them, and he heard bits and pieces of their conversation.
From Hermione: ". really like you. couldn't tell you before. big secret. masquerade ball."
He saw the excited look on Seamus's face and he knew the truth. She had liked Seamus all along. No wonder she had been so shocked at seeing his face when they had unmasked. She had been expecting someone else!
"Bloody hell," he thought bitterly, as he turned and started walking back towards his team. "What does. why would she." Ron had to stop as he choked on a sob. "Well," he was now angry. "Fine! I don't care what she does. Just see if I talk to her again. Next time she wants flying lessons she can ask Seamus!"
Harry walked over to ask him how it had gone, but seeing the angry sparks in his friend's eyes, he silently walked away.
The team stood on the platform, ready to fly out onto the field. Fred, George, Angelina, Harry. they all began to fly away, so Ron mounted his broomstick.
"Ron?" He heard a voice behind him call. Oh no, it was her. He began to hover above the ground. "No, Ron- wait!"
Ron got off his firebolt and turned around. "Hermione- " He was cut off when her lips met with his. Wait a second, he had to be dillusional- she wouldn't do that. Would she?
He was about to leave. She called his name once, now twice. Was he going to turn around? He had to. Ok, Hermione. It's now or never. She ran up to Ron and planted her lips on his.
On the inside, Ron was doing a happy dance. On the outside, he was returning Hermione's kiss in such a way that she knew her feelings were not one sided.
"'Mione, I love you." She looked taken aback. No! He was such a prat; he'd said it too early! He'd be lucky of she ever looked at him again! But then she smiled.
"I love you too, Ron."
"Wait a minute- what about Seamus? I heard you talking, and."
Hermione began to laugh so hard her sides hurt. "You heard Seamus and I talking just now?" She laughed a little more. "That was about Lavender. She likes him, not me. I'm in love with you, remember?" He kissed her one more time before taking his place on the field.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Ronald Weasley had always wanted to be a legacy. He'd wanted his name down somewhere, where it would remain forever in history. Well, Ron got his wish. He was put down in history as the funniest quidditch player in Hogwarts history.
During the game on that fateful day when he and Hermione had confessed their love, he made a ton of funny mistakes. He was so happy, and so hyper, that he was constantly in danger of falling off his broomstick. He'd randomly fly across the field, just to let out some energy.
Of course, he also managed to save every shot Slytherin made, which led to him becoming the team captain, which led to his legacy as the best quidditch captain of all time.
Five years later, Ron and Hermione attended Neville and Parvati's wedding together. On the way home, Hermione reminded Ron, "Don't forget, we're keeping Fred and George for the weekend." Harry and Ginny had named their twins after her brothers, hoping, beyond hope, that they weren't like their infamous uncles.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Well, I'd better get plenty of sleep tonight, seeing as how we're going to have two screaming babies in our house for three days."
Hermione playfully hit his arm. "Come on, honey- it'll be good practice." As she said this she rubbed her oversized belly.
Ron continued to drive, perfectly blissful and happy. He only had one more question to ask.
"Uh, 'Mione? My brothers didn't give you anything to eat at the wedding, did they?"
"Actually, they had a bag of candy they gave me. Why?"
"Well, sweetheart. don't take this the wrong way, but your hair is now bright red." Ron was only slightly offended by her screams.
IT'S DONE!!! Ok, that was the last, I repeat last, chapter. The story is now officially finished. I'll admit, I was a little worried about writing it, because. that was my first fan fic, ever. I know it was pretty short, but I figured I shouldn't push it, considering it was my first one. I have a zillion ideas, but one is sticking out in my head right now as a pretty good one, so hopefully I'll begin writing it soon. PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think- should I write another ff?
THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR REVIEWS!!! YOU'RE AMAZING!!!
Chapter 6
The next afternoon every Hogwarts student was in a frenzy, getting ready for the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Ron spent over an hour in the bathroom, practicing what he would say to Hermione.
When he finally walked outside with the rest of the Gryffindor team, he looked for her in the crowd. He finally spotted her, walking to the field with- wait! Was that Seamus? He couldn't exactly say anything to her with him there. He meandered his way towards them, and he heard bits and pieces of their conversation.
From Hermione: ". really like you. couldn't tell you before. big secret. masquerade ball."
He saw the excited look on Seamus's face and he knew the truth. She had liked Seamus all along. No wonder she had been so shocked at seeing his face when they had unmasked. She had been expecting someone else!
"Bloody hell," he thought bitterly, as he turned and started walking back towards his team. "What does. why would she." Ron had to stop as he choked on a sob. "Well," he was now angry. "Fine! I don't care what she does. Just see if I talk to her again. Next time she wants flying lessons she can ask Seamus!"
Harry walked over to ask him how it had gone, but seeing the angry sparks in his friend's eyes, he silently walked away.
The team stood on the platform, ready to fly out onto the field. Fred, George, Angelina, Harry. they all began to fly away, so Ron mounted his broomstick.
"Ron?" He heard a voice behind him call. Oh no, it was her. He began to hover above the ground. "No, Ron- wait!"
Ron got off his firebolt and turned around. "Hermione- " He was cut off when her lips met with his. Wait a second, he had to be dillusional- she wouldn't do that. Would she?
He was about to leave. She called his name once, now twice. Was he going to turn around? He had to. Ok, Hermione. It's now or never. She ran up to Ron and planted her lips on his.
On the inside, Ron was doing a happy dance. On the outside, he was returning Hermione's kiss in such a way that she knew her feelings were not one sided.
"'Mione, I love you." She looked taken aback. No! He was such a prat; he'd said it too early! He'd be lucky of she ever looked at him again! But then she smiled.
"I love you too, Ron."
"Wait a minute- what about Seamus? I heard you talking, and."
Hermione began to laugh so hard her sides hurt. "You heard Seamus and I talking just now?" She laughed a little more. "That was about Lavender. She likes him, not me. I'm in love with you, remember?" He kissed her one more time before taking his place on the field.
~~*~~**~~*~~
Ronald Weasley had always wanted to be a legacy. He'd wanted his name down somewhere, where it would remain forever in history. Well, Ron got his wish. He was put down in history as the funniest quidditch player in Hogwarts history.
During the game on that fateful day when he and Hermione had confessed their love, he made a ton of funny mistakes. He was so happy, and so hyper, that he was constantly in danger of falling off his broomstick. He'd randomly fly across the field, just to let out some energy.
Of course, he also managed to save every shot Slytherin made, which led to him becoming the team captain, which led to his legacy as the best quidditch captain of all time.
Five years later, Ron and Hermione attended Neville and Parvati's wedding together. On the way home, Hermione reminded Ron, "Don't forget, we're keeping Fred and George for the weekend." Harry and Ginny had named their twins after her brothers, hoping, beyond hope, that they weren't like their infamous uncles.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Well, I'd better get plenty of sleep tonight, seeing as how we're going to have two screaming babies in our house for three days."
Hermione playfully hit his arm. "Come on, honey- it'll be good practice." As she said this she rubbed her oversized belly.
Ron continued to drive, perfectly blissful and happy. He only had one more question to ask.
"Uh, 'Mione? My brothers didn't give you anything to eat at the wedding, did they?"
"Actually, they had a bag of candy they gave me. Why?"
"Well, sweetheart. don't take this the wrong way, but your hair is now bright red." Ron was only slightly offended by her screams.
IT'S DONE!!! Ok, that was the last, I repeat last, chapter. The story is now officially finished. I'll admit, I was a little worried about writing it, because. that was my first fan fic, ever. I know it was pretty short, but I figured I shouldn't push it, considering it was my first one. I have a zillion ideas, but one is sticking out in my head right now as a pretty good one, so hopefully I'll begin writing it soon. PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think- should I write another ff?
THANK YOU GUYS FOR YOUR REVIEWS!!! YOU'RE AMAZING!!!