Author's Note: Thank you for all of your positive feedback!!! And I know
you all want longer chapters. The first real chapter was not a good
example of standard chapter length. Most will be like this, and like
chapter 2. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I'm terribly sorry for
taking so long to updated. I have no real excuse except that I am
incredibly lazy. Again, sorry for the inconvenience.
Chapter 3
After a week of displays like that one, Ron was about to go nuts. When they'd read books together, Hermione snuggled up to him on the couch. Or he'd wake up to Hermione gently brushing hair out of his face. Or even worse, when he sat on the bed and watched her sleep. She'd wake up, see him, and give him one of the most heartbreakingly sweet smiles. So working up his courage, Ron came up with a plan.
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"Hermione, wake up." She rolled over, opened her eyes, and dished out one of her smiles.
"Ron, it's still dark out."
"I know. But you've got to come see this."
"All right, I'm coming. Just let me slip on some shoes and grab my cloak."
Ron waited patiently, but when she was done, he grabbed her hand and nearly pulled her down the stairs.
"Ron, where are we going?"
Ron said nothing, only motioning for her to be quiet. They made a quick stop in the kitchen so Ron could grab his broomstick, and then the two headed outside. He hopped on, then motioned Hermione to do the same.
"Ron, are you positive the broom will hold us both?"
He nodded. "Ginny and I used to do this all the time, but then Harry bought Ginny her own."
Taking this as a good sign, Hermione cautiously swung her leg over the front. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and put his hands on the broom handle.
"On the count of three," he whispered into her ear, "we're going to kick off the ground. One.two.three."
They kicked off. Then Ron began to head towards the trees.
"Ron, don't run into a tree, okay?"
"I won't, I promise."
Then he headed for the ground. When they were about four feet off the ground, the broom leveled out. The two rode in a comfortable silence for the next ten minutes as Ron maneuvered the broom around the tall trees. However, when they passed a large rock, Ron tilted the broom back into a sharp incline. Hermione tried not to panic as Ron narrowly avoided branch after branch. She desperately wished she could cover her yes, but knew she had to keep her weight off Ron. Common sense abandoned her this morning, leaving her unable to simply close her eyelids.
After several heart-pounding minutes, they reached the top of the trees, where Ron immediately leveled out and stopped.
"Ron, what were you going to show me from a broomstick several feet above the ground?"
Ron simply pointed towards the horizon.
"You'll see in a few minutes."
Hermione yawned. "You don't mind being a pillow for a few minutes, do you?"
Ron shook his head. "Not at all."
Then she leaned back and closed her eyes. Instantly, Hermione fell asleep. So, for the next fifteen minutes, Ron watched Hermione sleep.
However, a light soon came over the horizon.
"Hermione, wake up. It's starting."
Her eyes fluttered open, but the rest of her body never moved. Silently, the two watched the sunrise. Yellow, orange, red, and even pink dotted across the early morning sky. Stripes of vibrant color left Hermione awe struck.
"Oh Ron, it's beautiful!"
Then, leaning his head down next to her head, he whispered one thing: "So are you, Hermione."
Hermione slowly turned her head, hope alight in her eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
He nodded, but Hermione hardly registered that. Both were far more concerned with the lips pressed against their own. And at that moment, the rest of the sun peaked over the horizon, showering the world in a beautiful yellow glow. The sky shimmered in the bluest blue anyone could remember, and the birds all awoke, chirping in joy for the new day. It was as if the entire world was rejoicing because of the kiss Ron and Hermione had shared, and for the kisses that would come.
End Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
After a week of displays like that one, Ron was about to go nuts. When they'd read books together, Hermione snuggled up to him on the couch. Or he'd wake up to Hermione gently brushing hair out of his face. Or even worse, when he sat on the bed and watched her sleep. She'd wake up, see him, and give him one of the most heartbreakingly sweet smiles. So working up his courage, Ron came up with a plan.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hermione, wake up." She rolled over, opened her eyes, and dished out one of her smiles.
"Ron, it's still dark out."
"I know. But you've got to come see this."
"All right, I'm coming. Just let me slip on some shoes and grab my cloak."
Ron waited patiently, but when she was done, he grabbed her hand and nearly pulled her down the stairs.
"Ron, where are we going?"
Ron said nothing, only motioning for her to be quiet. They made a quick stop in the kitchen so Ron could grab his broomstick, and then the two headed outside. He hopped on, then motioned Hermione to do the same.
"Ron, are you positive the broom will hold us both?"
He nodded. "Ginny and I used to do this all the time, but then Harry bought Ginny her own."
Taking this as a good sign, Hermione cautiously swung her leg over the front. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and put his hands on the broom handle.
"On the count of three," he whispered into her ear, "we're going to kick off the ground. One.two.three."
They kicked off. Then Ron began to head towards the trees.
"Ron, don't run into a tree, okay?"
"I won't, I promise."
Then he headed for the ground. When they were about four feet off the ground, the broom leveled out. The two rode in a comfortable silence for the next ten minutes as Ron maneuvered the broom around the tall trees. However, when they passed a large rock, Ron tilted the broom back into a sharp incline. Hermione tried not to panic as Ron narrowly avoided branch after branch. She desperately wished she could cover her yes, but knew she had to keep her weight off Ron. Common sense abandoned her this morning, leaving her unable to simply close her eyelids.
After several heart-pounding minutes, they reached the top of the trees, where Ron immediately leveled out and stopped.
"Ron, what were you going to show me from a broomstick several feet above the ground?"
Ron simply pointed towards the horizon.
"You'll see in a few minutes."
Hermione yawned. "You don't mind being a pillow for a few minutes, do you?"
Ron shook his head. "Not at all."
Then she leaned back and closed her eyes. Instantly, Hermione fell asleep. So, for the next fifteen minutes, Ron watched Hermione sleep.
However, a light soon came over the horizon.
"Hermione, wake up. It's starting."
Her eyes fluttered open, but the rest of her body never moved. Silently, the two watched the sunrise. Yellow, orange, red, and even pink dotted across the early morning sky. Stripes of vibrant color left Hermione awe struck.
"Oh Ron, it's beautiful!"
Then, leaning his head down next to her head, he whispered one thing: "So are you, Hermione."
Hermione slowly turned her head, hope alight in her eyes. "Do you really mean that?"
He nodded, but Hermione hardly registered that. Both were far more concerned with the lips pressed against their own. And at that moment, the rest of the sun peaked over the horizon, showering the world in a beautiful yellow glow. The sky shimmered in the bluest blue anyone could remember, and the birds all awoke, chirping in joy for the new day. It was as if the entire world was rejoicing because of the kiss Ron and Hermione had shared, and for the kisses that would come.
End Chapter 3
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