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~*CHANGES*~
Chapter 7: part 2
Ron got off from his bed, placed rapidly his a little bit too long red hair back and jumped to the door. He opened the door slowly. There was just a tiny problem, he was bare-chested and it made Hermione blush.
"I can always put a t-short on." informed Ron with a shy grin, placing his hair backwards again. It made Hermione blush harder because he knew why she was blushing.
"Come in." gesture Ron slowly, leading the way to Hermione. His room wasn't a mess like it used to be. On the walls there were plenty of Quidditch posters. She also remarked that there were some books near his bed.
"Do you want to put a t-shirt on?" asked Ron again. Hermione jumped.
"You scared me." declared Hermione with a cute voice blushing again.
Ron decided that she wouldn't answer this question, so he let it go.
"Are you okay Ron? I mean since what happened in the shopping center." said Hermione precisely and focusing on the walls not wanting to see his chest.
Ron read what she was thinking even if he wasn't supposed to, but he told himself that it couldn't hurt that much to read in her naughty thoughts.
"I'm better, just that I was hurt by mum's words even if she was just in the heat of the moment. Afterwards, when I went in my room, I heard the entertaining conversation that you all had downstairs. I'm quite relieved, so yeah, I feel way better." said Ron with a big smile.
Hermione felt her knees growing weaker each time he was smiling at her. She was silent for an awkward minute. Ron stood there looking at her with a boyish face with his mouth to the side, waiting. Next thing she remarked that he was only in boxers too.
"Is this why you wanted to come here?" asked Ron with interested voice.
"Partly." admitted Hermione with a cute face.
"Hermione are you okay?" asked Ron.
"Of course." sighed Hermione, not enough loud for Ron.
"Good, because I was thinking that you were actually picking on me." said Ron genuinely. That took Hermione by surprise and she didn't know what to say.
"I was just worried." said Hermione stubbornly.
"Oh." said Ron with a disappointed voice.
He looked hurt by Hermione's answer. He was fighting hard not to read in her mind because he wouldn't certainly forgive himself.
"How stupid can I be? You are with Krum, I completely forgot." said Ron with no sound of jealousy in his voice. He actually forgot about Hermione's relationship with the famous Bulgarian, the reality of it made him sink inside his heart.
"You actually sound okay with it." said Hermione with a nice voice.
"Of course why wouldn't I? I just have to." answered Ron with an empty voice. He sat clumsily on his bed. She sat on Harry's bed, right in front of him.
He was playing with his fingers like she wasn't even in the room. He looked like he was far away from her; he looked evilly hurt by the illusion that created itself in his head. She looked at him with guilt her eyes, she knew she was about to cry. He made her cry once again for the 'KRUM' case, but this time it was because she saw Ron wounded. She wanted to comfort him, but how? His face was hidden from her with his barricade of red brilliant hair.
She put herself on her knees on the floor next to his feet. She extended a hand to brush away his hair. He stopped her hand; he took it and kissed it lightly. It made her blush, but she felt comfortable close to him. He lifted his head to look at her. He did something that she never expected him to do except in her dreams. He brushed his lips to hers. He froze on place waiting for Hermione to do something. She, in her turn brushed her lips with his. Their kiss was first slow and uncertain. They both feared to disappoint each other.
Then, they started to be more confident; their kiss grew stronger but was still gentle as before. Hermione never felt this way when she kissed Viktor. Ron was still holding her hand gently. She pulled away from his grasp and put it Ron's chest. He jumped at the touch of her cold hand. With his two hands he cupped her cheeks and guided her upwards so she could also sit on his bed. His hands went down to her neckline and settled them there. Suddenly, they broke the kiss. Hermione's lips were swollen from their long kiss. She was going to say something but Ron gave her a little soft kiss really close to her mouth but not enough to touch her lips.
He pulled his head away so they could few more inches apart, so they could get some oxygen. Hermione's hand was still on his chest. Ron looked down at it, and felt shivers inside of him.
"Wow." said Ron with a silent out of breath voice.
But Hermione didn't seem to share his excitement. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. His face fell down to the floor. Bloody emotional girls! He sure didn't expect to cry at their first kiss.
"Is there something wrong? Answer me. Come on, don't be scared, please." said Ron with sincere pleading voice.
"You kissed me." said Hermione like she couldn't believe it.
"And you kissed me back." finished Ron with insecure voice.
"I know that. But, how? I mean, I'm going out with Viktor! I know I don't love him but.: she stopped the second that she realised what she said. She admitted that she didn't love Viktor.
"Then, what's the problem?" asked Ron with a boyish voice.
"I for sure wouldn't like if I learned that Viktor kissed a girl behind my back even if he didn't loved Me." said Hermione with a petulant voice.
"Maybe. But this is about you the girl and me the boy you just kissed. I don't regret it." said Ron genuinely wounded by Hermione's words.
"I don't regret it." replied the girl with her guards going down.
"Then why are you making a fuss about it. Stop nagging." said Ron with a grin. He took a strand of hair a rolled around his finger delicately and put it behind her ear.
She didn't answer him; she simply kissed him and left him in his room. Ron let himself fall on his bed with a sigh of joy.
~*CHANGES*~
Chapter 7: part 2
Ron got off from his bed, placed rapidly his a little bit too long red hair back and jumped to the door. He opened the door slowly. There was just a tiny problem, he was bare-chested and it made Hermione blush.
"I can always put a t-short on." informed Ron with a shy grin, placing his hair backwards again. It made Hermione blush harder because he knew why she was blushing.
"Come in." gesture Ron slowly, leading the way to Hermione. His room wasn't a mess like it used to be. On the walls there were plenty of Quidditch posters. She also remarked that there were some books near his bed.
"Do you want to put a t-shirt on?" asked Ron again. Hermione jumped.
"You scared me." declared Hermione with a cute voice blushing again.
Ron decided that she wouldn't answer this question, so he let it go.
"Are you okay Ron? I mean since what happened in the shopping center." said Hermione precisely and focusing on the walls not wanting to see his chest.
Ron read what she was thinking even if he wasn't supposed to, but he told himself that it couldn't hurt that much to read in her naughty thoughts.
"I'm better, just that I was hurt by mum's words even if she was just in the heat of the moment. Afterwards, when I went in my room, I heard the entertaining conversation that you all had downstairs. I'm quite relieved, so yeah, I feel way better." said Ron with a big smile.
Hermione felt her knees growing weaker each time he was smiling at her. She was silent for an awkward minute. Ron stood there looking at her with a boyish face with his mouth to the side, waiting. Next thing she remarked that he was only in boxers too.
"Is this why you wanted to come here?" asked Ron with interested voice.
"Partly." admitted Hermione with a cute face.
"Hermione are you okay?" asked Ron.
"Of course." sighed Hermione, not enough loud for Ron.
"Good, because I was thinking that you were actually picking on me." said Ron genuinely. That took Hermione by surprise and she didn't know what to say.
"I was just worried." said Hermione stubbornly.
"Oh." said Ron with a disappointed voice.
He looked hurt by Hermione's answer. He was fighting hard not to read in her mind because he wouldn't certainly forgive himself.
"How stupid can I be? You are with Krum, I completely forgot." said Ron with no sound of jealousy in his voice. He actually forgot about Hermione's relationship with the famous Bulgarian, the reality of it made him sink inside his heart.
"You actually sound okay with it." said Hermione with a nice voice.
"Of course why wouldn't I? I just have to." answered Ron with an empty voice. He sat clumsily on his bed. She sat on Harry's bed, right in front of him.
He was playing with his fingers like she wasn't even in the room. He looked like he was far away from her; he looked evilly hurt by the illusion that created itself in his head. She looked at him with guilt her eyes, she knew she was about to cry. He made her cry once again for the 'KRUM' case, but this time it was because she saw Ron wounded. She wanted to comfort him, but how? His face was hidden from her with his barricade of red brilliant hair.
She put herself on her knees on the floor next to his feet. She extended a hand to brush away his hair. He stopped her hand; he took it and kissed it lightly. It made her blush, but she felt comfortable close to him. He lifted his head to look at her. He did something that she never expected him to do except in her dreams. He brushed his lips to hers. He froze on place waiting for Hermione to do something. She, in her turn brushed her lips with his. Their kiss was first slow and uncertain. They both feared to disappoint each other.
Then, they started to be more confident; their kiss grew stronger but was still gentle as before. Hermione never felt this way when she kissed Viktor. Ron was still holding her hand gently. She pulled away from his grasp and put it Ron's chest. He jumped at the touch of her cold hand. With his two hands he cupped her cheeks and guided her upwards so she could also sit on his bed. His hands went down to her neckline and settled them there. Suddenly, they broke the kiss. Hermione's lips were swollen from their long kiss. She was going to say something but Ron gave her a little soft kiss really close to her mouth but not enough to touch her lips.
He pulled his head away so they could few more inches apart, so they could get some oxygen. Hermione's hand was still on his chest. Ron looked down at it, and felt shivers inside of him.
"Wow." said Ron with a silent out of breath voice.
But Hermione didn't seem to share his excitement. She looked at him with tears in her eyes. His face fell down to the floor. Bloody emotional girls! He sure didn't expect to cry at their first kiss.
"Is there something wrong? Answer me. Come on, don't be scared, please." said Ron with sincere pleading voice.
"You kissed me." said Hermione like she couldn't believe it.
"And you kissed me back." finished Ron with insecure voice.
"I know that. But, how? I mean, I'm going out with Viktor! I know I don't love him but.: she stopped the second that she realised what she said. She admitted that she didn't love Viktor.
"Then, what's the problem?" asked Ron with a boyish voice.
"I for sure wouldn't like if I learned that Viktor kissed a girl behind my back even if he didn't loved Me." said Hermione with a petulant voice.
"Maybe. But this is about you the girl and me the boy you just kissed. I don't regret it." said Ron genuinely wounded by Hermione's words.
"I don't regret it." replied the girl with her guards going down.
"Then why are you making a fuss about it. Stop nagging." said Ron with a grin. He took a strand of hair a rolled around his finger delicately and put it behind her ear.
She didn't answer him; she simply kissed him and left him in his room. Ron let himself fall on his bed with a sigh of joy.