A/n: ::yawn:: I know these past two chapters have been short... I can't help it!!! If you look at all the stories I've been writing, I think you'd understand. But I suppose I could make this one longer just for your enjoyment. ( X and O's to all you people that review my stories! I love ya'll!!) From now on, the story will be in omnicent POV. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them... ::sigh::
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Hermione sank into the bed. Did she really hear what she thought she heard? Could Ron actually die? She never considered any of her friends dying before, and just the thought of her best friend in a morge was not the most enlightning experience.
Why did she feel a twist in her stomach and a tug at her heart? Was she really falling for Ron Weasly? Even stranger, was she falling in love?
"Please tell me you're joking. You really can't expect me to believe that you are dying." She frowned slightly at the thought.
"Hermione," he whispered as he sat on the bed next to her. "I can't believe it either. But I have a rare disease... it's something from the Muggles."
"Damn Muggles..." Hermione said between her clenched teeth. Even if her parents were Muggles, she still didn't fully appreciate them.
"It's something," he searched his brain for the name of it," something like... TB."
Shit. She sure wasn't expecting this. Of course, he had told her he was dying. But didn't this particular disease last longer than cancer? She better not get her hopes up, she thought.
Hermione choked back a sob. "How long..."
"Do I have?" Ron sharply finished for her. "Not too long. Maybe a month or two, if I'm lucky." He raked a hand through his firey red hair. "I wish I didn't have to leave you. And I wish..." he started, but he didn't finish the sentence.
"Do your parents know?" A single tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away and let his hand linger over the delicate, pale, inticing skin of her cheek.
I want you. His mind formed the words, but his heart didn't want to betray her again. She obviously didn't float that boat, so he decided it was best if she got on her own and sailed away with someone else when he was dead and buried. Who was he kidding? He wanted her so damn bad that he could probably rip his shirt right now and be lost in a world of ecstacy.
Hermione looked at Ron, who seemed to be lost in thought. She reached up and touched his face with her hand. She knew that they would only remain friends, and that was probably the best thing to do. But at this particular moment, she could push that aside and have the full pleasure of being drifted away on cloud 9.
She got his attention, alright. And when she made eye-contact, she made sure that he forgot about whatever he was thinking about. She cupped her hands around his face. Then she feasted.
Her mouth barely touched his skin. For a single moment, neither of them moved. The slightest touch was noticable, and each breath became more rapid. She softly grazed her lips over his, in the most delicate way she could. "I'm sorry," she breathed onto his mouth.
It was too late. Over-taken by emotion, Ron was holding the brunnette's back, indulging in her kiss. He liked the way it felt... how extrordinarily warm her lips were, as well as the rest of her body. Ron couldn't forget this moment; even if he lost all of his memory, this one moment in time would be engraved in his mind forever.
"I love you... Hermione." And with those words, what seemed like an endless night of passion began.
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A/n: Okay.. I know it's been forever, but I'm currently working on about 5 different stories. Please bear with me! R&R as usual... ::hugs:: to all reviewers!
~~Rae chan
Disclaimer: I wish I owned them... ::sigh::
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Hermione sank into the bed. Did she really hear what she thought she heard? Could Ron actually die? She never considered any of her friends dying before, and just the thought of her best friend in a morge was not the most enlightning experience.
Why did she feel a twist in her stomach and a tug at her heart? Was she really falling for Ron Weasly? Even stranger, was she falling in love?
"Please tell me you're joking. You really can't expect me to believe that you are dying." She frowned slightly at the thought.
"Hermione," he whispered as he sat on the bed next to her. "I can't believe it either. But I have a rare disease... it's something from the Muggles."
"Damn Muggles..." Hermione said between her clenched teeth. Even if her parents were Muggles, she still didn't fully appreciate them.
"It's something," he searched his brain for the name of it," something like... TB."
Shit. She sure wasn't expecting this. Of course, he had told her he was dying. But didn't this particular disease last longer than cancer? She better not get her hopes up, she thought.
Hermione choked back a sob. "How long..."
"Do I have?" Ron sharply finished for her. "Not too long. Maybe a month or two, if I'm lucky." He raked a hand through his firey red hair. "I wish I didn't have to leave you. And I wish..." he started, but he didn't finish the sentence.
"Do your parents know?" A single tear ran down her cheek. He wiped it away and let his hand linger over the delicate, pale, inticing skin of her cheek.
I want you. His mind formed the words, but his heart didn't want to betray her again. She obviously didn't float that boat, so he decided it was best if she got on her own and sailed away with someone else when he was dead and buried. Who was he kidding? He wanted her so damn bad that he could probably rip his shirt right now and be lost in a world of ecstacy.
Hermione looked at Ron, who seemed to be lost in thought. She reached up and touched his face with her hand. She knew that they would only remain friends, and that was probably the best thing to do. But at this particular moment, she could push that aside and have the full pleasure of being drifted away on cloud 9.
She got his attention, alright. And when she made eye-contact, she made sure that he forgot about whatever he was thinking about. She cupped her hands around his face. Then she feasted.
Her mouth barely touched his skin. For a single moment, neither of them moved. The slightest touch was noticable, and each breath became more rapid. She softly grazed her lips over his, in the most delicate way she could. "I'm sorry," she breathed onto his mouth.
It was too late. Over-taken by emotion, Ron was holding the brunnette's back, indulging in her kiss. He liked the way it felt... how extrordinarily warm her lips were, as well as the rest of her body. Ron couldn't forget this moment; even if he lost all of his memory, this one moment in time would be engraved in his mind forever.
"I love you... Hermione." And with those words, what seemed like an endless night of passion began.
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A/n: Okay.. I know it's been forever, but I'm currently working on about 5 different stories. Please bear with me! R&R as usual... ::hugs:: to all reviewers!
~~Rae chan