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Chapter 19
When Harry and Ginny went back to the Gryffindor common room, a few Gryffindors here and there, sat cozily in couches, relaxing, reading, talking unconcernedly to their friends, or simply just napping. One or two Gryffindors were going over some notes, their brows furrowed in concentration. Ginny noticed almost at once, that one of the one-seater couches, which was actually from a set of couches which were arranged in a circle, was pulled up to the warm, blazing fire.
Ginny wondered who it was, and pointed it out to Harry, who had his eyes were on two second-years playing chess. Noticing a familiar hand rested on the armrest of the couch, Ginny took Harry's forearm, and half-dragged him over to her brother, whom they found to be asleep; a light blanket over him.
"Ron?" Said Ginny softly, gently nudging his still form.
"FOUL!" Roared Ron, as his eyes flew open, scaring even himself. He turned to Ginny, who had jumped back, and held tightly to Harry's left arm, ignoring the Gryffindors who had just started to mutter in a low, annoyed manner. "Sorry," said Ron apologetically, his eyes taking in the sight of Ginny, whose arms were still wrapped around Harry's arm, the owner not looking bothered, or minding at all.
Ginny quickly moved away from Harry, pretending nothing had happened. "Where's Hermione?" She asked Ron, picking up the blanket, which had fallen to the floor.
"She fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn't want to wake her up - I mean - oh, who cares? Anyway, I levitated her up to our room, and let her carry on sleeping, on my bed. Oh, you don't mind, do you, Harry?" Said Ron, standing up slowly.
"No, I don't -."
"That's the way, Ron!" Interrupted Ginny, smiling up at Ron, who began to fold up his blanket. "Forgive and forget!"
"Whatever, Ginny," yawned Ron, wondering if he had really forgiven and forgotten. Forgiven - maybe. Forgetting? Very difficult, forgetting the sight of Hermione and Malfoy, cozy in each others' arms, going to kiss - Why, Hermione had never kissed him, but Malfoy?
Ron tried not to let his anger overcome him. "Where were you two? You were away for -," Ron consulted the clock on the mantel, "Holy! Nearly an hour! Where did the two of you go?"
Ginny went red, and avoided looking at her brother, while Harry suddenly began to look for something in his pockets.
"Oh, forget it," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "I'm going up, all right? I'm going to get some sleep."
"Where?" Blurted Ginny, before she could think or stop herself.
"Harry has a bed too, you know, Ginny," Said Ron, making his sister go red again. "Well anyway, you two - behave yourselves!" Then, he turned, and darted away before Harry or Ginny could react.
Hermione stirred, feeling warm, and very comfortable under a few layers of sheets - sheets? Hermione opened her eyes, propped herself up on an elbow, and looked around.
'That's Harry's four-poster... Neville's... Seamus'... Dean's... So this must be -,'Hermione felt wide-awake. 'RON'S bed!' Hermione struggled to remember how she ended up here. She remembered resting in Ron's arms, closing her eyes and... 'That's it,' thought Hermione. 'I fell asleep. I guess Ron levitated me up.'
Smiling to herself, she fell back onto the soft, fluffy pillows, and shut her eyes, letting herself relax, as she forced all thoughts of Draco from her mind.
A while later, she heard a soft click, and a squeak, as the door opened. Hermione bolted up from Ron's bed, and clutched his sheets tightly, hoping it wasn't any of Ron's roommates.
It was Ron, thankfully.
"You're awake," said Ron, gently closing the door behind him.
"Yeah," said Hermione, shifting position, so she could get a better view of Ron. "Don't need to sound so disappointed."
Ron went red. "I didn't mean..."
Hermione laughed lightly. She patted the space next to her, gesturing to Ron to sit next to her. Slowly, he walked towards his bed, and sat next to Hermione.
For a few minutes, they were quiet, and sat studying each other, taking in every detail of the other's face, as though they were never going to see each other again.
"Well..." Said Hermione, after a while.
Ron put his right arm around her shoulders, and drew her closer to him. "Yes?" He breathed softly into her hair.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, slowly turning to face him.
Ron looked into her eyes. As he was about to speak, Hermione leant forward, and planted a kiss right on his lips. Ron was temporarily stunned.
"How long?" She asked, leaning against him like she had in the common room.
"How long what?" Said Ron, having no head or tail about what Hermione was talking about.
"How long have you been telling Harry that you... Liked my sweater, and stuff. How long have you felt this way?"
Ron didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if what he was feeling for Hermione was just a friendly kind of love, or just... Love. "I don't know," he said finally. I didn't even know I liked you. It's just there."
Hermione closed her eyes. "I love you Ron..." Said Hermione, hesitating. "But not..." She caught herself in time.
Ron closed his eyes, and put his cheek against her head. "But not what?"
"Nothing," Hermione answered quickly. She had nearly said, "But not as much as I love Draco."
As Ron was about to tell her that he loved her too, the door flew open, and someone said, "Excuse me!"
They opened their eyes, pulled away from each other, and stared.
Chapter 19
When Harry and Ginny went back to the Gryffindor common room, a few Gryffindors here and there, sat cozily in couches, relaxing, reading, talking unconcernedly to their friends, or simply just napping. One or two Gryffindors were going over some notes, their brows furrowed in concentration. Ginny noticed almost at once, that one of the one-seater couches, which was actually from a set of couches which were arranged in a circle, was pulled up to the warm, blazing fire.
Ginny wondered who it was, and pointed it out to Harry, who had his eyes were on two second-years playing chess. Noticing a familiar hand rested on the armrest of the couch, Ginny took Harry's forearm, and half-dragged him over to her brother, whom they found to be asleep; a light blanket over him.
"Ron?" Said Ginny softly, gently nudging his still form.
"FOUL!" Roared Ron, as his eyes flew open, scaring even himself. He turned to Ginny, who had jumped back, and held tightly to Harry's left arm, ignoring the Gryffindors who had just started to mutter in a low, annoyed manner. "Sorry," said Ron apologetically, his eyes taking in the sight of Ginny, whose arms were still wrapped around Harry's arm, the owner not looking bothered, or minding at all.
Ginny quickly moved away from Harry, pretending nothing had happened. "Where's Hermione?" She asked Ron, picking up the blanket, which had fallen to the floor.
"She fell asleep on my shoulder, and I didn't want to wake her up - I mean - oh, who cares? Anyway, I levitated her up to our room, and let her carry on sleeping, on my bed. Oh, you don't mind, do you, Harry?" Said Ron, standing up slowly.
"No, I don't -."
"That's the way, Ron!" Interrupted Ginny, smiling up at Ron, who began to fold up his blanket. "Forgive and forget!"
"Whatever, Ginny," yawned Ron, wondering if he had really forgiven and forgotten. Forgiven - maybe. Forgetting? Very difficult, forgetting the sight of Hermione and Malfoy, cozy in each others' arms, going to kiss - Why, Hermione had never kissed him, but Malfoy?
Ron tried not to let his anger overcome him. "Where were you two? You were away for -," Ron consulted the clock on the mantel, "Holy! Nearly an hour! Where did the two of you go?"
Ginny went red, and avoided looking at her brother, while Harry suddenly began to look for something in his pockets.
"Oh, forget it," said Ron, rolling his eyes. "I'm going up, all right? I'm going to get some sleep."
"Where?" Blurted Ginny, before she could think or stop herself.
"Harry has a bed too, you know, Ginny," Said Ron, making his sister go red again. "Well anyway, you two - behave yourselves!" Then, he turned, and darted away before Harry or Ginny could react.
Hermione stirred, feeling warm, and very comfortable under a few layers of sheets - sheets? Hermione opened her eyes, propped herself up on an elbow, and looked around.
'That's Harry's four-poster... Neville's... Seamus'... Dean's... So this must be -,'Hermione felt wide-awake. 'RON'S bed!' Hermione struggled to remember how she ended up here. She remembered resting in Ron's arms, closing her eyes and... 'That's it,' thought Hermione. 'I fell asleep. I guess Ron levitated me up.'
Smiling to herself, she fell back onto the soft, fluffy pillows, and shut her eyes, letting herself relax, as she forced all thoughts of Draco from her mind.
A while later, she heard a soft click, and a squeak, as the door opened. Hermione bolted up from Ron's bed, and clutched his sheets tightly, hoping it wasn't any of Ron's roommates.
It was Ron, thankfully.
"You're awake," said Ron, gently closing the door behind him.
"Yeah," said Hermione, shifting position, so she could get a better view of Ron. "Don't need to sound so disappointed."
Ron went red. "I didn't mean..."
Hermione laughed lightly. She patted the space next to her, gesturing to Ron to sit next to her. Slowly, he walked towards his bed, and sat next to Hermione.
For a few minutes, they were quiet, and sat studying each other, taking in every detail of the other's face, as though they were never going to see each other again.
"Well..." Said Hermione, after a while.
Ron put his right arm around her shoulders, and drew her closer to him. "Yes?" He breathed softly into her hair.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, slowly turning to face him.
Ron looked into her eyes. As he was about to speak, Hermione leant forward, and planted a kiss right on his lips. Ron was temporarily stunned.
"How long?" She asked, leaning against him like she had in the common room.
"How long what?" Said Ron, having no head or tail about what Hermione was talking about.
"How long have you been telling Harry that you... Liked my sweater, and stuff. How long have you felt this way?"
Ron didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure if what he was feeling for Hermione was just a friendly kind of love, or just... Love. "I don't know," he said finally. I didn't even know I liked you. It's just there."
Hermione closed her eyes. "I love you Ron..." Said Hermione, hesitating. "But not..." She caught herself in time.
Ron closed his eyes, and put his cheek against her head. "But not what?"
"Nothing," Hermione answered quickly. She had nearly said, "But not as much as I love Draco."
As Ron was about to tell her that he loved her too, the door flew open, and someone said, "Excuse me!"
They opened their eyes, pulled away from each other, and stared.