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This time I was absolutely sure I had blown it. I mean seriously, all the other times I could just be like "Harry thinks I like you, but that's really stupid, right?" and then let her tell me whether it's stupid or not. You know? Like I could turn the tables, make her tell me whether we are... infatuated with each other. But this time... She turned the tables on me... And now what the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I can't say:
"No Mione, I don't like you like that at all, and this stupid feeling in the pit of my stomach is just too many sweets." Because, well, then maybe she'd think I really didn't like her, and I'm not sure if I want her to think that, I mean, maybe I want her to know, that I think I may kinda like her.
But I definitely can't say:
"Yeah, I think I fancy you," Because, I mean, what if she doesn't fancy me... or worse, what if she does? I mean for God sakes, I may get asked out a lot but I'm not the type that's had loads of, erm, practice, with kissing and stuff, and she went out with Viktor Krum, and the guys like almost nineteen now, he must have known how to, and what if she tries to kiss me?
What will I do? Or even worse, what if she wants me to kiss her? I can just see it, we both close our eyes I lean in and end up poking her eye out with my nose or something. Bloody hell.
I had pretty much decided to fake sick tomorrow morning and avoid Hermione the rest of the term, or at least until the end of the term, when the door opened. No knock or anything.
And she was standing right there.
Damn.
"Uh, hi," She said nervously.
"Uh, hi," I replied. Oh brilliant Ron REALLY.
"Um, I was thinking, and I don't think it's fair, I mean, how I sprung that question on you," Damn right it's not, "Not that how you sprung it on me was, but, I figure, if I couldn't give you a straight answer, you probably can't give me one either."
"Uh ok," I said pathetically but seriously, what else was there to say?
"So, I just figured instead of telling you straight out, I would just explain, some... stuff." I could tell she was nervous because she was going into teacher form.
"Alright," I answered in Bored Student Form.
"Last year, when I told you to ask me out first next time and not as a last resort," Her cheeks turned slightly pink, "Um, well, I guess I just wanted you to ask me, because I wanted to go with you, and so... yeah, there wasn't any hidden message or anything, I just wanted to, uh, go with you."
"Why?" I couldn't help but blurt out. I could tell this hadn't been part of her rehearsed speech, and I kinda felt bad about springing it on her, but it just popped out.
"I thought it would be fun to go as frien-"
"When you told me to ask you, did you mean as friends?" I broke in. God I can be annoying sometimes! I mean seriously, I could see how she was shifting her weight nervously, but I just couldn't stop!
"Uh, I-I don't know," She stuttered. We were both quiet for a while. "Look, Ron, the point I'm trying to get across is, uh," She let out this long breath, "I think I um... Like you more then I liked Viktor, and we went out... a little.." She said glancing up to me nervously.
"Well, I'd hope you'd like me more then him," I scoffed. She clenched her teeth irritatedly.
"That's not what I meant," She hissed. "I meant, I like you more, in THAT way then I did Viktor," She looked incredibly ill. I wanted to say something, I really did but I was frozen. Was she saying she fancied me?
I hadn't expected that.
She got up.
"Look, never mind," She said quietly before getting up and walking quickly out of the dormitory, still in those red robes, she shut the door hard, I guess that's when I finally realized that I was still sitting on my bloody arse.
I glared at the door wondering what the hell to do. It sounded like she... was smitten with me. Which would be great, except that I've never kissed a girl, EVER.
I sat there for about five minutes before the door opened and Harry and Ginny poured in.
"What happened?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"I sort of froze," I mumbled. "What did she tell you?"
"Nothing, she just ran to her dorm... crying, and wouldn't let us in." Ginny said softly.
Crying.
"I didn't mean to.. but.." They both stared at me as f hanging on what I was about to say. "Uh, Ginny, could you give us a second?" I asked in a high voice. She made a high-pitched indignant sound coupled with a look, but left. I mean seriously, like I'm going to let my baby sister know that she's had more kissing experience then I have, well at least I'm assuming she has considering how flushed she'd looked when I'd went back down to the ball.
"What?" Harry asked. I swallowed hard glancing around me nervously.
"I-I've never actually.. You know," I stared at Harry desperately, but he just looked blank, "kissed anyone before," I said in an undertone.
I could tell he was trying not to smile.
"Well, you're not practicing on me if that's what you're aiming for," He said with one eyebrow raised.
"Harry, seriously," I hissed.
"It's not hard, just go for it," Harry muttered looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Well, what do I do with my arms, and how do I know when to pull back?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, you can hold her face in your hands," Harry suggested also dropping to a whisper, "Or around her waist. And I don't know, when you know, I guess you just... do..."
I really didn't find that very encouraging. I mean, what a lot of people just "know" I tend to NOT know. And suppose I didn't have some built in kiss-length-detector, I could end up suffocating her!
"You know you don't have to kiss her right off, you could just tell her that you fancy her too, I think that would be sufficient, I think she's pretty embarrassed right now."
I knew I had to. It was either that or avoiding my best friend for the next two and a half years until we graduated.
It took me a long time to even knock on her door. I mean, I stood there for about a half hour it seemed. It was around ten-thirty or so when I finally knocked. No one answered the door.
"Hermione?" I called nervously. Still no answer.
"Uh, I need to tell you something. I mean, I guess I could yell it to you form out here, but face to face would be preferable." Still nothing. "I could start shouting embarrassing stories about you."
The door opened.
She had red eyes. It made me feel guilty, I had caused her to cry.
"Look, before you start, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you, I mean, we're friends and friends just don't fancy each other and I ruined everything and-"
"And I feel the same way," I broke in. She stopped with a odd look on her face.
"You feel the same as in, you think I was stupid and shouldn't have said anything, or you feel the same as in... Well.. you know...?"
"Uh, the second," I mumbled. She looked at me wide-eyed.
"Are you sure?" She blurted out. And then shook her head, "I mean your not just saying that to be nice?" Her voice was so different then I'd ever heard it before, not strong, and confident, but vulnerable.
"I think I'm sure, I mean..." I gulped, "When I'm around you, I get this... feeling, tingly, in my stomach, and um, daydreams..." I trailed off embarrassedly. I hadn't meant to say the daydreams bit.
"What are they about... Your daydreams, I mean?" She asked in an almost innocent way.
I could feel my face heating up.
"Christ." I murmured, "Uh, mostly, being with you..." I stared up at the ceiling and added softly, "Kissing you..." It seemed like it got real quiet for about an hour, which was really probably just a few seconds. I chanced glancing down at her to see her lick her top lip. I swallowed.
Why the hell had I added the kissing part? Now she was probably waiting for me to kiss her! And I couldn't just do that, not yet! I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't want to suffocate her either, especially not now that she actually liked me!
I needn't have worried though, because while I was cursing myself, creatively and vulgarly in my head, she snaked her hand around the back of my neck and stood on tiptoe, pulling my head down slightly. And then she whispered in this slightly cautious voice:
"Do you want to make your daydreams come true?"
And our lips just touched and it was like an electric shock, but not the kind that hurt, the kind that surprisingly feel good and are nice, and then we just sort of pulled back at the same time.
Did I ever mention how much I love Valentine balls?
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"You feel the same as in, you think I was stupid and shouldn't have said anything, or you feel the same as in... Well.. you know...?" That's what I really said. He just sort of looked at me and then went all pink.
"Uh, the second," He murmured. He fancies me?
"Are you sure?" It came out before I could even think about what I was saying. I blushed. "I mean, your not just saying that to be nice?" I elaborated embarrassedly. I was practically trembling a bit with excitement, but more with fear, nervousness, what if he didn't like me? What if he was just being nice?
"I think I'm sure, I mean..." He swallowed, "When I'm around you, I get this... feeling, tingly, in my stomach," I knew the feeling he was talking about, I had gotten the same one several times before. I felt my lips tug into a little grin and then he surprised me, "And, um daydreams..." He trailed off staring at the ceiling, his face a vibrant red.
"What are they about... Your daydreams, I mean?" I heard my voice say in this coy way. I couldn't believe I had said it. Maybe I had dreamed it, maybe he hadn't even said the daydream bit and maybe I hadn't asked, maybe I had dreamed the whole thing-
"Christ." He hissed, and I knew, I wasn't dreaming, "Uh, mostly, being with you..." He said and his eyes went back to the ceiling again "...Kissing you...." I gaped at him. Kissing me? He dreamed about kissing me? I looked up at him wondering if he was dreaming of kissing me right now. He looked nervous, in a sweet way really, before I knew what was happening my hand went up around his neck and I was up on my tiptoes pulling his head towards mine. He stared at me questioningly as if he had no idea what to do, I had no idea what to do. See, I've never really kissed, or been kissed, before. Not even when I dated Viktor, I always kind of ducked out of it and now here I was, my body obviously was not connected to my brain but to someone else's like Lavender's or Parvati's.
"Uh, do you want to make your daydreams come true?" I don't know why I had asked it. I mean, now that I think about it he may have thought that I was trying to be sexy or something, but in reality, I was really just asking him if we should kiss or not, because I really had no idea, how to, or when to, or anything.
And then, as if on cue, or heads just sort of magnetically connected and his lips pressed softly against mine and it was like... electricity. Like a shock, except it didn't hurt, it felt good, it felt right. And then he just pulled back and smiled at me, in that lopsided way that he does when he's too happy for words.
And then I suddenly realized that maybe that was the worst kiss he's ever had and maybe that wasn't his Too-Happy-For-Words smile, maybe it was his Trying-Not-To-Laugh smile.
"Uh, was that, ok? I mean, it was my first kiss..." I mumbled nervously, my eyes shooting downwards.
"That was your first kiss?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said meekly.
"It was perfect," he said in that low voice that he uses when he's serious. I chanced glancing up at him, my face, I could tell, was pink. He leaned in, or rather, we leaned together, and it happened again, except he held a little longer this time, and it was even nicer. I figured he had probably had loads of practice to make it like that and before I knew what had happened, my voice asked:
"How many times have you kissed girls?" I really can't believe I asked that. I mean seriously! How daft can you be? Our eyes were locked and I wished very much that I had just shut up.
"That was my second time," He said slowly.
And I realized, we'd kissed twice.
Did I ever mention how happy I was when I heard they were having a valentine ball?
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Ah yes, finally finished. This was a LONG chapter! Goodness, well I'm hoping to write more fluff R/H fics for those of you who enjoy them, so keep checking back!
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This time I was absolutely sure I had blown it. I mean seriously, all the other times I could just be like "Harry thinks I like you, but that's really stupid, right?" and then let her tell me whether it's stupid or not. You know? Like I could turn the tables, make her tell me whether we are... infatuated with each other. But this time... She turned the tables on me... And now what the bloody hell am I supposed to do? I can't say:
"No Mione, I don't like you like that at all, and this stupid feeling in the pit of my stomach is just too many sweets." Because, well, then maybe she'd think I really didn't like her, and I'm not sure if I want her to think that, I mean, maybe I want her to know, that I think I may kinda like her.
But I definitely can't say:
"Yeah, I think I fancy you," Because, I mean, what if she doesn't fancy me... or worse, what if she does? I mean for God sakes, I may get asked out a lot but I'm not the type that's had loads of, erm, practice, with kissing and stuff, and she went out with Viktor Krum, and the guys like almost nineteen now, he must have known how to, and what if she tries to kiss me?
What will I do? Or even worse, what if she wants me to kiss her? I can just see it, we both close our eyes I lean in and end up poking her eye out with my nose or something. Bloody hell.
I had pretty much decided to fake sick tomorrow morning and avoid Hermione the rest of the term, or at least until the end of the term, when the door opened. No knock or anything.
And she was standing right there.
Damn.
"Uh, hi," She said nervously.
"Uh, hi," I replied. Oh brilliant Ron REALLY.
"Um, I was thinking, and I don't think it's fair, I mean, how I sprung that question on you," Damn right it's not, "Not that how you sprung it on me was, but, I figure, if I couldn't give you a straight answer, you probably can't give me one either."
"Uh ok," I said pathetically but seriously, what else was there to say?
"So, I just figured instead of telling you straight out, I would just explain, some... stuff." I could tell she was nervous because she was going into teacher form.
"Alright," I answered in Bored Student Form.
"Last year, when I told you to ask me out first next time and not as a last resort," Her cheeks turned slightly pink, "Um, well, I guess I just wanted you to ask me, because I wanted to go with you, and so... yeah, there wasn't any hidden message or anything, I just wanted to, uh, go with you."
"Why?" I couldn't help but blurt out. I could tell this hadn't been part of her rehearsed speech, and I kinda felt bad about springing it on her, but it just popped out.
"I thought it would be fun to go as frien-"
"When you told me to ask you, did you mean as friends?" I broke in. God I can be annoying sometimes! I mean seriously, I could see how she was shifting her weight nervously, but I just couldn't stop!
"Uh, I-I don't know," She stuttered. We were both quiet for a while. "Look, Ron, the point I'm trying to get across is, uh," She let out this long breath, "I think I um... Like you more then I liked Viktor, and we went out... a little.." She said glancing up to me nervously.
"Well, I'd hope you'd like me more then him," I scoffed. She clenched her teeth irritatedly.
"That's not what I meant," She hissed. "I meant, I like you more, in THAT way then I did Viktor," She looked incredibly ill. I wanted to say something, I really did but I was frozen. Was she saying she fancied me?
I hadn't expected that.
She got up.
"Look, never mind," She said quietly before getting up and walking quickly out of the dormitory, still in those red robes, she shut the door hard, I guess that's when I finally realized that I was still sitting on my bloody arse.
I glared at the door wondering what the hell to do. It sounded like she... was smitten with me. Which would be great, except that I've never kissed a girl, EVER.
I sat there for about five minutes before the door opened and Harry and Ginny poured in.
"What happened?" Harry asked exasperatedly.
"I sort of froze," I mumbled. "What did she tell you?"
"Nothing, she just ran to her dorm... crying, and wouldn't let us in." Ginny said softly.
Crying.
"I didn't mean to.. but.." They both stared at me as f hanging on what I was about to say. "Uh, Ginny, could you give us a second?" I asked in a high voice. She made a high-pitched indignant sound coupled with a look, but left. I mean seriously, like I'm going to let my baby sister know that she's had more kissing experience then I have, well at least I'm assuming she has considering how flushed she'd looked when I'd went back down to the ball.
"What?" Harry asked. I swallowed hard glancing around me nervously.
"I-I've never actually.. You know," I stared at Harry desperately, but he just looked blank, "kissed anyone before," I said in an undertone.
I could tell he was trying not to smile.
"Well, you're not practicing on me if that's what you're aiming for," He said with one eyebrow raised.
"Harry, seriously," I hissed.
"It's not hard, just go for it," Harry muttered looking slightly uncomfortable.
"Well, what do I do with my arms, and how do I know when to pull back?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Well, you can hold her face in your hands," Harry suggested also dropping to a whisper, "Or around her waist. And I don't know, when you know, I guess you just... do..."
I really didn't find that very encouraging. I mean, what a lot of people just "know" I tend to NOT know. And suppose I didn't have some built in kiss-length-detector, I could end up suffocating her!
"You know you don't have to kiss her right off, you could just tell her that you fancy her too, I think that would be sufficient, I think she's pretty embarrassed right now."
I knew I had to. It was either that or avoiding my best friend for the next two and a half years until we graduated.
It took me a long time to even knock on her door. I mean, I stood there for about a half hour it seemed. It was around ten-thirty or so when I finally knocked. No one answered the door.
"Hermione?" I called nervously. Still no answer.
"Uh, I need to tell you something. I mean, I guess I could yell it to you form out here, but face to face would be preferable." Still nothing. "I could start shouting embarrassing stories about you."
The door opened.
She had red eyes. It made me feel guilty, I had caused her to cry.
"Look, before you start, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you, I mean, we're friends and friends just don't fancy each other and I ruined everything and-"
"And I feel the same way," I broke in. She stopped with a odd look on her face.
"You feel the same as in, you think I was stupid and shouldn't have said anything, or you feel the same as in... Well.. you know...?"
"Uh, the second," I mumbled. She looked at me wide-eyed.
"Are you sure?" She blurted out. And then shook her head, "I mean your not just saying that to be nice?" Her voice was so different then I'd ever heard it before, not strong, and confident, but vulnerable.
"I think I'm sure, I mean..." I gulped, "When I'm around you, I get this... feeling, tingly, in my stomach, and um, daydreams..." I trailed off embarrassedly. I hadn't meant to say the daydreams bit.
"What are they about... Your daydreams, I mean?" She asked in an almost innocent way.
I could feel my face heating up.
"Christ." I murmured, "Uh, mostly, being with you..." I stared up at the ceiling and added softly, "Kissing you..." It seemed like it got real quiet for about an hour, which was really probably just a few seconds. I chanced glancing down at her to see her lick her top lip. I swallowed.
Why the hell had I added the kissing part? Now she was probably waiting for me to kiss her! And I couldn't just do that, not yet! I mean, I wanted to, but I didn't want to suffocate her either, especially not now that she actually liked me!
I needn't have worried though, because while I was cursing myself, creatively and vulgarly in my head, she snaked her hand around the back of my neck and stood on tiptoe, pulling my head down slightly. And then she whispered in this slightly cautious voice:
"Do you want to make your daydreams come true?"
And our lips just touched and it was like an electric shock, but not the kind that hurt, the kind that surprisingly feel good and are nice, and then we just sort of pulled back at the same time.
Did I ever mention how much I love Valentine balls?
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"You feel the same as in, you think I was stupid and shouldn't have said anything, or you feel the same as in... Well.. you know...?" That's what I really said. He just sort of looked at me and then went all pink.
"Uh, the second," He murmured. He fancies me?
"Are you sure?" It came out before I could even think about what I was saying. I blushed. "I mean, your not just saying that to be nice?" I elaborated embarrassedly. I was practically trembling a bit with excitement, but more with fear, nervousness, what if he didn't like me? What if he was just being nice?
"I think I'm sure, I mean..." He swallowed, "When I'm around you, I get this... feeling, tingly, in my stomach," I knew the feeling he was talking about, I had gotten the same one several times before. I felt my lips tug into a little grin and then he surprised me, "And, um daydreams..." He trailed off staring at the ceiling, his face a vibrant red.
"What are they about... Your daydreams, I mean?" I heard my voice say in this coy way. I couldn't believe I had said it. Maybe I had dreamed it, maybe he hadn't even said the daydream bit and maybe I hadn't asked, maybe I had dreamed the whole thing-
"Christ." He hissed, and I knew, I wasn't dreaming, "Uh, mostly, being with you..." He said and his eyes went back to the ceiling again "...Kissing you...." I gaped at him. Kissing me? He dreamed about kissing me? I looked up at him wondering if he was dreaming of kissing me right now. He looked nervous, in a sweet way really, before I knew what was happening my hand went up around his neck and I was up on my tiptoes pulling his head towards mine. He stared at me questioningly as if he had no idea what to do, I had no idea what to do. See, I've never really kissed, or been kissed, before. Not even when I dated Viktor, I always kind of ducked out of it and now here I was, my body obviously was not connected to my brain but to someone else's like Lavender's or Parvati's.
"Uh, do you want to make your daydreams come true?" I don't know why I had asked it. I mean, now that I think about it he may have thought that I was trying to be sexy or something, but in reality, I was really just asking him if we should kiss or not, because I really had no idea, how to, or when to, or anything.
And then, as if on cue, or heads just sort of magnetically connected and his lips pressed softly against mine and it was like... electricity. Like a shock, except it didn't hurt, it felt good, it felt right. And then he just pulled back and smiled at me, in that lopsided way that he does when he's too happy for words.
And then I suddenly realized that maybe that was the worst kiss he's ever had and maybe that wasn't his Too-Happy-For-Words smile, maybe it was his Trying-Not-To-Laugh smile.
"Uh, was that, ok? I mean, it was my first kiss..." I mumbled nervously, my eyes shooting downwards.
"That was your first kiss?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said meekly.
"It was perfect," he said in that low voice that he uses when he's serious. I chanced glancing up at him, my face, I could tell, was pink. He leaned in, or rather, we leaned together, and it happened again, except he held a little longer this time, and it was even nicer. I figured he had probably had loads of practice to make it like that and before I knew what had happened, my voice asked:
"How many times have you kissed girls?" I really can't believe I asked that. I mean seriously! How daft can you be? Our eyes were locked and I wished very much that I had just shut up.
"That was my second time," He said slowly.
And I realized, we'd kissed twice.
Did I ever mention how happy I was when I heard they were having a valentine ball?
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Ah yes, finally finished. This was a LONG chapter! Goodness, well I'm hoping to write more fluff R/H fics for those of you who enjoy them, so keep checking back!
Cheers!
