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I know its been ages, but I've been SO BUSY, I swear! And stressed...and well, ok, I should have wrote this before now. Once again, I apologise.
Chapter 4 Until Last Tuesday
" A Little Back Goes A Long Way"
Ron's first discovery since venturing out of his room to talk to Hermione was that doors were really a lot more fascinating then they appeared. Take,for example, hers. The different patterns and colors, the intricacies of the wood....I mean,seriously, one could write a very interesting theOLOGy on this subject, he should ask Hermione about it at once, and sudden;y his head cleared (partially) and Ron realised to his chagrin,that he was in fact still staring at the door.
Right. This wasn't helping. And so Ron took a deep breath and remembered all the other things he had done in his life,things that had seemed so frightening at the time. The time he had played the giant chess set. The time with all the.....ugh....spiders. That horrible moment when he had thought Harry was dead. He had thought Harry was dead and his world had stopped and all that had been there to stop his world from floating away on its axis had been her. Hermione.
She had clutched her hand in his and She hadn't SAID anything,she knew as well as he that words were nothing,they were nothing, she had just held her hand and her eyes with his and for a brief moment he felt more calm than he had ever felt in his life, and when they had heard that it was Cedrick who had died they shared a secret feeling of ultimate relief. And then Hermione had sagged against him, and he had caught her so she would not fall, and together they had sank down into the earth.
He'd wanted to kiss her then. But he had not, it had taken until nearly the end of fifth year, the time they had fought so savagely and badly that Hermione had hit him across the face. It hadn't been hard but it had been enough to shock them both. And then her face had crumpled, and all Ron had known was that he couldn't STAND for her to feel that way, and somehow all the pent up feelings had turned into something more physical. But it had never been THAT physical. They had in fact,barely discussed it. But thinking on it , Ron had not even the remotest idea why. Why was it such a big thing? Shouldn't one be reponsible and discuss it? Wasn't it something everyone did at some point, at least to procreate? Hell,sodding Malfoy had been doing it and talking about it since fifth year! Not that he would want to put himself in that class, he hastily assured himself, but he should be able to TALK about it, at least to Hermione.
Finally, Ron knocked on the door. There was no answer. Ron knocked again. No answer. "Hermione"? he finally called. "Are you in there?"
He hadn't at this point expected an answer and was suprised when Hermion called in a calm voice, "Come in, Ron." Ron,feeling slightly foolish, opened the door.
Hermione was sitting on her bed reading a textbook. Resisting the urge to make his usual comment about her studying, he asked hesitantly, "Is it alright if I sit down?"
Hermione looked surprised but motioned next to her, "What is it?" she asked and Ron tried not to notice that she was wearing shorts, not skimpy shorts but shorts all the same and they were showing a lot more leg than he was used to. (Except for on Tuesday, his sly mind man said,but he shushed it quickly and it retreated)
Ron cleared his throat. "I thought we should talk about what happened the other day." (Tuesday, his mind said, it was Tuesday)
Hermione blushed slightly but looked resolute. "I think so too, Ron. We're nearly adults now and should be able to talk about things that embarrass us. I know that was a little...unsettling what happened but we should just deal with it and pretend it never happened." As she said the last of this, she blushed slightly more and looked away.
Ron couldn't help but notice how pretty she was when she was nervous. She had such a way of biting her lip when she was concentrating, and her hair always had the tendency to fall in front of her eyes in a haphazard fashion.
"Hermione," he started tenderly, and Hermione looked up because she had never heard him address her in such a tone. "I'm sorry you were embarrassed. I was embarrassed too. These things happen, you know. I walked in on Mum once when i was 8 or so, scarred me for years,that one."
Hermione laughed. "Oh Ron,really? That's awful, you shouldn't say things like that about your Mum," and without realising it she moved closer to him, closer to the warmth and security that was Ron, Ron who always made her feel better without hardly trying. She realised in a hurry when she felt Rons lips on her hair. She peeked at him under the cover of her lashes and saw that he had his eyes closed, as if he was inhaling the scent of her. Hermione closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She could smell soap...and the mintiness of his breath and another smell, the sunshiny boyish smell she had always associated with him. "Hermione," he said and his eyes were on her lips.
Feeling shaky and not sure of her next breath Hermione inched closer until her bare leg was next to his. She felt as if she could feel the heat radiating from it and it heated her leg up so that the other felt cold. Hermione wondered for a minute what it would be like to wrap her legs around that heat and then paused, flushed at her own daring. However, somehow Rons hand had ended up on the small of her back and there it lay, just underneath the fabric of her thin t-shirt so that it touched her skin, and she had never in her wildest imaginings had realised it would be so very exciting to get her back touched,but it WAS, and to reciprocate she stroked his face all the while staring at his blue blue eyes and feeling like she was lost and she almost WAS lost when they were interrupted by a very large pop and an exclamation of voices.
They drew apart, both flushed. "I think Harry's here," whispered Hermione,more out of necessity to say anything than to state an obvious fact.
Ron sighed. For a brief moment he had almost resented his friend. He rose to his feet,offering Hermione a hand up.
"Thank you, Ron," she said quietly. She then looked him full in the face. " I DO think we should continue this discussion sometime, maybe we could go for a walk or something sometime?"
Ron could not help grinning. "Definitely," he said.
Authors Notes: Please R and R1 It's been so long since I published anything I want to see if this was too much of a load of drivel to be in print. And if there WAS anyone who was still looking for this story,you've got a hint of the smut and there will be a LOT more! Sticking with the no NC 17 stuff rule, it won't be TOO graphic.
I know its been ages, but I've been SO BUSY, I swear! And stressed...and well, ok, I should have wrote this before now. Once again, I apologise.
Chapter 4 Until Last Tuesday
" A Little Back Goes A Long Way"
Ron's first discovery since venturing out of his room to talk to Hermione was that doors were really a lot more fascinating then they appeared. Take,for example, hers. The different patterns and colors, the intricacies of the wood....I mean,seriously, one could write a very interesting theOLOGy on this subject, he should ask Hermione about it at once, and sudden;y his head cleared (partially) and Ron realised to his chagrin,that he was in fact still staring at the door.
Right. This wasn't helping. And so Ron took a deep breath and remembered all the other things he had done in his life,things that had seemed so frightening at the time. The time he had played the giant chess set. The time with all the.....ugh....spiders. That horrible moment when he had thought Harry was dead. He had thought Harry was dead and his world had stopped and all that had been there to stop his world from floating away on its axis had been her. Hermione.
She had clutched her hand in his and She hadn't SAID anything,she knew as well as he that words were nothing,they were nothing, she had just held her hand and her eyes with his and for a brief moment he felt more calm than he had ever felt in his life, and when they had heard that it was Cedrick who had died they shared a secret feeling of ultimate relief. And then Hermione had sagged against him, and he had caught her so she would not fall, and together they had sank down into the earth.
He'd wanted to kiss her then. But he had not, it had taken until nearly the end of fifth year, the time they had fought so savagely and badly that Hermione had hit him across the face. It hadn't been hard but it had been enough to shock them both. And then her face had crumpled, and all Ron had known was that he couldn't STAND for her to feel that way, and somehow all the pent up feelings had turned into something more physical. But it had never been THAT physical. They had in fact,barely discussed it. But thinking on it , Ron had not even the remotest idea why. Why was it such a big thing? Shouldn't one be reponsible and discuss it? Wasn't it something everyone did at some point, at least to procreate? Hell,sodding Malfoy had been doing it and talking about it since fifth year! Not that he would want to put himself in that class, he hastily assured himself, but he should be able to TALK about it, at least to Hermione.
Finally, Ron knocked on the door. There was no answer. Ron knocked again. No answer. "Hermione"? he finally called. "Are you in there?"
He hadn't at this point expected an answer and was suprised when Hermion called in a calm voice, "Come in, Ron." Ron,feeling slightly foolish, opened the door.
Hermione was sitting on her bed reading a textbook. Resisting the urge to make his usual comment about her studying, he asked hesitantly, "Is it alright if I sit down?"
Hermione looked surprised but motioned next to her, "What is it?" she asked and Ron tried not to notice that she was wearing shorts, not skimpy shorts but shorts all the same and they were showing a lot more leg than he was used to. (Except for on Tuesday, his sly mind man said,but he shushed it quickly and it retreated)
Ron cleared his throat. "I thought we should talk about what happened the other day." (Tuesday, his mind said, it was Tuesday)
Hermione blushed slightly but looked resolute. "I think so too, Ron. We're nearly adults now and should be able to talk about things that embarrass us. I know that was a little...unsettling what happened but we should just deal with it and pretend it never happened." As she said the last of this, she blushed slightly more and looked away.
Ron couldn't help but notice how pretty she was when she was nervous. She had such a way of biting her lip when she was concentrating, and her hair always had the tendency to fall in front of her eyes in a haphazard fashion.
"Hermione," he started tenderly, and Hermione looked up because she had never heard him address her in such a tone. "I'm sorry you were embarrassed. I was embarrassed too. These things happen, you know. I walked in on Mum once when i was 8 or so, scarred me for years,that one."
Hermione laughed. "Oh Ron,really? That's awful, you shouldn't say things like that about your Mum," and without realising it she moved closer to him, closer to the warmth and security that was Ron, Ron who always made her feel better without hardly trying. She realised in a hurry when she felt Rons lips on her hair. She peeked at him under the cover of her lashes and saw that he had his eyes closed, as if he was inhaling the scent of her. Hermione closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She could smell soap...and the mintiness of his breath and another smell, the sunshiny boyish smell she had always associated with him. "Hermione," he said and his eyes were on her lips.
Feeling shaky and not sure of her next breath Hermione inched closer until her bare leg was next to his. She felt as if she could feel the heat radiating from it and it heated her leg up so that the other felt cold. Hermione wondered for a minute what it would be like to wrap her legs around that heat and then paused, flushed at her own daring. However, somehow Rons hand had ended up on the small of her back and there it lay, just underneath the fabric of her thin t-shirt so that it touched her skin, and she had never in her wildest imaginings had realised it would be so very exciting to get her back touched,but it WAS, and to reciprocate she stroked his face all the while staring at his blue blue eyes and feeling like she was lost and she almost WAS lost when they were interrupted by a very large pop and an exclamation of voices.
They drew apart, both flushed. "I think Harry's here," whispered Hermione,more out of necessity to say anything than to state an obvious fact.
Ron sighed. For a brief moment he had almost resented his friend. He rose to his feet,offering Hermione a hand up.
"Thank you, Ron," she said quietly. She then looked him full in the face. " I DO think we should continue this discussion sometime, maybe we could go for a walk or something sometime?"
Ron could not help grinning. "Definitely," he said.
Authors Notes: Please R and R1 It's been so long since I published anything I want to see if this was too much of a load of drivel to be in print. And if there WAS anyone who was still looking for this story,you've got a hint of the smut and there will be a LOT more! Sticking with the no NC 17 stuff rule, it won't be TOO graphic.
