Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to the truly brilliant J.K Rowling. Do I have to repeat this every time? It makes me feel so depressed that I'm incapable of writing such an amazing story.
CHAPTER VII: REVEALING EMOTIONS
Ron couldn't believe what he was doing to his best friend. He tried to pull away but the very feel of Hermione's lips on his was so amazing that it was difficult for him to resist. He had felt Hermione stiffen at his sudden action to her outburst, but slowly she had responded to the kiss by opening her mouth to his own.
Ron wrapped an arm around her small waist as she gripped his shoulders firmly. He slid his tongue over her lips causing her to moan softly. He grinned to himself as he ran his fingers through her wavy brown hair. "This was so much better than arguing," he mused silently. She played with the hairs at the nape of his neck and gradually started to run both hands through his hair.
Hermione was no longer reluctant to the touch of his lips, but Ron needed to breathe. He slowly released his hold on her and pulled away so he could gaze into her intense chocolate eyes. She was breathless and her lips appeared swollen, but she had a tiny smile on her face. He ran a finger across her cheek and whispered huskily, "Did you expect this to happen?"
She shook her head and replied softly, "I never expected this at all." She lowered her gaze before queried, "Do you want to do it again?" Her question surprised Ron, but he smiled despite the situation and once again lowered his lips onto hers, this time making sure she was ready. This time, they weren't hesitant by their actions. Instead, Ron tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer to him, as they explored one another. Inside his body, fireworks were exploding. He felt her gasp as he continued to kiss her more passionately than over. He couldn't believe his brothers had been right; he did have feelings for his best friend.
Ron whispered against her lips, "`Mione, how do you do this to me?" They were so wrapped up in each other's arms that they only broke away when a loud burst of applause was heard and a voice familiar to Harry's called out, "Finally!"
Startled, Ron and Hermione pulled away from each other, though Hermione was rather reluctant. She felt her face flush and saw Ron's face turn a deep red when they saw most of the Gryffindor house standing outside the doorway clapping loudly, while Harry and Ginny beamed at them.
"How long have you been standing there?" Hermione prompted, completely horrified.
"Long enough," Ginny grinned at them.
"It took you guys long enough. Really, Hermione, I expected better from you," Seamus scolded, though rather happily.
"You mean, you guys set us up," Ron choked, clutching his stomach weakly.
"I call it a little game of matchmaking," Dean commented, as the laughing crowd dispersed.
"Thanks to yours truly, Harry," Lavender, stated graciously as she and Parvati bowed courteously to Harry, who was struggling to keep a straight face.
"I can't believe it," Ron exclaimed, completely outraged, leaving the room, Hermione close at his heels.
"How could you do this to us?" Hermione questioned Harry, as they started walking to their common room.
Harry sniggered. "Why? Didn't it work?" His reply seemed to freeze Ron and Hermione as they exchanged glances. He looked at the two of them, lost in their own thoughts. "Did it work?" he repeated softly, which was met with no reply. "Or do you regret it?" he put in quietly, as he stared at their expressionless faces.
"If you must know, Harry, I don't. I don't regret it one bit," she answered, not lifting her gaze from Ron.
"Neither do I," Ron croaked finally, as he suddenly grasped Hermione into a tight embrace, burying his face into her hair, as she placed her head onto his chest.
"Ahem," they pulled away from each other and eyed Harry coolly, who had been busy shuffling his feet. He smiled weakly at them and asked timidly, "Is it okay if I tell everyone our plan worked?" Ron looked at Hermione as an evil grin split across his face. "Get him," Hermione ordered laughing as she and Ron plummeted at a highly amused Harry.
A few weeks had gone by, ever since Harry and the matchmakers had succeeded in making Ron and Hermione express their true feelings for one another. Most of the Hogwarts students were extremely relieved that they had finally realized their true feelings and had come out with it. They had congratulated the new couple and thanked them for coming to their senses. Also, the teachers were quite pleased that instead of constantly bickering with one another, they were busy cuddling up together or flirting in the corridors. But, one night, everything would take a twist in this happy tale.
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"It's not fair," Ginny wailed as Ron's queen once again demolished her helpless king.
"Hey, it's not my fault you challenged me to a game of chess," Ron remarked, as he cleared the chessboard.
"Well, it's not my fault you're the chess champion," Ginny pointed out defensively.
"Yea, that I am," Ron commented calmly, brushing his fingers across his chest and then blowing at them. She rolled her eyes at him, while Harry and Hermione laughed at the sibling rivalry. Upon hearing Hermione's laugh, Ron glanced up from the chessboard and gave her a smile, causing her to blush a tint of pink. But, she smiled back and blew him a kiss. He reached up, caught the imaginary kiss, and placed in on his heart, which caused Ginny to make gagging noises. "How immature," Ron muttered, shaking his head as he and his sister once again began another game of chess.
Hermione giggled at her boyfriend's antics. "Boyfriend," she mused to herself, chewing on her bottom lip. It had a nice ring to it, after all. She broke away from her reverie when she noticed Harry staring at her, out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face him and inquired composedly, "Have I got something on my face?"
He shook his head and replied, "Crazy for each other, aren't you?"
She reddened once again and glanced down at her hands and spoke quietly, "Are we that obvious?"
"Pretty much," he grinned as her head shot up. "I've known for a long time," he continued leaning back on the couch.
"How long?" she questioned sharply.
"Long enough," he remarked and chuckled at her raised eyebrows.
He sighed before responding placidly, "Ever since I met the two of you on my first trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the Hogwarts Express." He chuckled at her gasp before she squeaked, "You've suspected ever since then?"
He nodded his head and turned his attention back at the chess match. Her elder brother had once again defeated his girlfriend, because Ron was pumping his fist in the air crying victoriously, "Yes!" Ginny stuck her tongue at him, got up and walked over to join Harry on the couch. He automatically placed an arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead. Ron accompanied them, as well.
"So what were you two talking about?" Ron remarked as the common room started to empty.
"Nothing really," Hermione replied quickly, before Harry could speak up. "Just about what was going on," she finished, while he inattentively played with wisps of her hair.
They talked for a while about school in general, until Hermione yawned and stretched. "I'm beat," she spoke, while stifling a yawn.
"Already," Ron exclaimed, glancing at his watch, which surprisingly read, "10 o'clock."
She nodded her head, as she got up. "G'night, you guys," she called over her shoulder, as she headed up the stairs to the room she and Ron shared. His gaze followed after her longingly.
"Me too," Ginny stated, getting up from the sofa. "I'll see you two tomorrow," she finished before leaning down to give Harry a kiss on the cheek, and she too had left the room.
The two friends looked after their girlfriends longingly, until Ron broke the silence by stating, "Damn it Harry, I'm in love in that woman." At this, Harry realized that he needed to talk to Ron about this very topic, so he commented seriously, "Ron, we need to talk."
Ron was surprised by his seriousness, but replied uneasily, "Sure, Harry. After all, we have been talking."
Harry smirked at Ron's uncertainty, but answered all business-like, "I know Ron. I wanted to talk to you about," he paused allowing Ron to digest his statement, "Hermione," he finished.
"Hermione," Ron repeated stupidly, at once realizing that his girlfriend was alone in their room.
He nodded his head before continuing, "Ron, I've got three things to tell you." He now had Ron's full attention, so he held up his three fingers. "First of all," he began, pulling down one finger, "I don't want any details about what goes on between you and Hermione."
Ron grinned at him and replied casually, "I wasn't going to tell you anything, anyway."
Harry smirked back at him and answered, "I had to inform you about it, though," while Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Second," Harry carried on, "I don't want you to ever hurt her in any way," causing Ron's eyes to widen. "Harry, I would never hurt her in any way," he finally choked.
"I know that, you know that, but she doesn't know that, and I want her to know it," Harry voiced.
"And last but certainly not least, I want you to take care of her. I don't want to ever comfort a crying Hermione, or I'll hex you, with ever torturous hex I know." It was not a statement. It was a command, an order, which he knew he had to follow or he would deal with a very angry Harry Potter.
Ron stared at his somber friend. He knew better than to argue with him at a time like this. "Harry, don't worry. I would never want to harm Hermione," he agreed. "Besides," he continued, rather quietly, "I love her."
Harry smiled at his behavior. "I know Ron," he said good-naturedly, clapping him on the back. "Now let's get some sleep," he announced as he headed up to his dormitory. A sudden thought struck Ron.
"Harry," Ron called after him. "Yea," Harry stopped at the stairway.
"Why did that speech sound oddly familiar?"
He grinned at him. "Because it was the same speech you gave me when a started to date your sister, an over protective brother questioning his best friend." With that, he left behind a very dazed Ron.
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CHAPTER VII: REVEALING EMOTIONS
Ron couldn't believe what he was doing to his best friend. He tried to pull away but the very feel of Hermione's lips on his was so amazing that it was difficult for him to resist. He had felt Hermione stiffen at his sudden action to her outburst, but slowly she had responded to the kiss by opening her mouth to his own.
Ron wrapped an arm around her small waist as she gripped his shoulders firmly. He slid his tongue over her lips causing her to moan softly. He grinned to himself as he ran his fingers through her wavy brown hair. "This was so much better than arguing," he mused silently. She played with the hairs at the nape of his neck and gradually started to run both hands through his hair.
Hermione was no longer reluctant to the touch of his lips, but Ron needed to breathe. He slowly released his hold on her and pulled away so he could gaze into her intense chocolate eyes. She was breathless and her lips appeared swollen, but she had a tiny smile on her face. He ran a finger across her cheek and whispered huskily, "Did you expect this to happen?"
She shook her head and replied softly, "I never expected this at all." She lowered her gaze before queried, "Do you want to do it again?" Her question surprised Ron, but he smiled despite the situation and once again lowered his lips onto hers, this time making sure she was ready. This time, they weren't hesitant by their actions. Instead, Ron tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her closer to him, as they explored one another. Inside his body, fireworks were exploding. He felt her gasp as he continued to kiss her more passionately than over. He couldn't believe his brothers had been right; he did have feelings for his best friend.
Ron whispered against her lips, "`Mione, how do you do this to me?" They were so wrapped up in each other's arms that they only broke away when a loud burst of applause was heard and a voice familiar to Harry's called out, "Finally!"
Startled, Ron and Hermione pulled away from each other, though Hermione was rather reluctant. She felt her face flush and saw Ron's face turn a deep red when they saw most of the Gryffindor house standing outside the doorway clapping loudly, while Harry and Ginny beamed at them.
"How long have you been standing there?" Hermione prompted, completely horrified.
"Long enough," Ginny grinned at them.
"It took you guys long enough. Really, Hermione, I expected better from you," Seamus scolded, though rather happily.
"You mean, you guys set us up," Ron choked, clutching his stomach weakly.
"I call it a little game of matchmaking," Dean commented, as the laughing crowd dispersed.
"Thanks to yours truly, Harry," Lavender, stated graciously as she and Parvati bowed courteously to Harry, who was struggling to keep a straight face.
"I can't believe it," Ron exclaimed, completely outraged, leaving the room, Hermione close at his heels.
"How could you do this to us?" Hermione questioned Harry, as they started walking to their common room.
Harry sniggered. "Why? Didn't it work?" His reply seemed to freeze Ron and Hermione as they exchanged glances. He looked at the two of them, lost in their own thoughts. "Did it work?" he repeated softly, which was met with no reply. "Or do you regret it?" he put in quietly, as he stared at their expressionless faces.
"If you must know, Harry, I don't. I don't regret it one bit," she answered, not lifting her gaze from Ron.
"Neither do I," Ron croaked finally, as he suddenly grasped Hermione into a tight embrace, burying his face into her hair, as she placed her head onto his chest.
"Ahem," they pulled away from each other and eyed Harry coolly, who had been busy shuffling his feet. He smiled weakly at them and asked timidly, "Is it okay if I tell everyone our plan worked?" Ron looked at Hermione as an evil grin split across his face. "Get him," Hermione ordered laughing as she and Ron plummeted at a highly amused Harry.
A few weeks had gone by, ever since Harry and the matchmakers had succeeded in making Ron and Hermione express their true feelings for one another. Most of the Hogwarts students were extremely relieved that they had finally realized their true feelings and had come out with it. They had congratulated the new couple and thanked them for coming to their senses. Also, the teachers were quite pleased that instead of constantly bickering with one another, they were busy cuddling up together or flirting in the corridors. But, one night, everything would take a twist in this happy tale.
~*~*~*~*~
"It's not fair," Ginny wailed as Ron's queen once again demolished her helpless king.
"Hey, it's not my fault you challenged me to a game of chess," Ron remarked, as he cleared the chessboard.
"Well, it's not my fault you're the chess champion," Ginny pointed out defensively.
"Yea, that I am," Ron commented calmly, brushing his fingers across his chest and then blowing at them. She rolled her eyes at him, while Harry and Hermione laughed at the sibling rivalry. Upon hearing Hermione's laugh, Ron glanced up from the chessboard and gave her a smile, causing her to blush a tint of pink. But, she smiled back and blew him a kiss. He reached up, caught the imaginary kiss, and placed in on his heart, which caused Ginny to make gagging noises. "How immature," Ron muttered, shaking his head as he and his sister once again began another game of chess.
Hermione giggled at her boyfriend's antics. "Boyfriend," she mused to herself, chewing on her bottom lip. It had a nice ring to it, after all. She broke away from her reverie when she noticed Harry staring at her, out of the corner of her eye. She turned to face him and inquired composedly, "Have I got something on my face?"
He shook his head and replied, "Crazy for each other, aren't you?"
She reddened once again and glanced down at her hands and spoke quietly, "Are we that obvious?"
"Pretty much," he grinned as her head shot up. "I've known for a long time," he continued leaning back on the couch.
"How long?" she questioned sharply.
"Long enough," he remarked and chuckled at her raised eyebrows.
He sighed before responding placidly, "Ever since I met the two of you on my first trip to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on the Hogwarts Express." He chuckled at her gasp before she squeaked, "You've suspected ever since then?"
He nodded his head and turned his attention back at the chess match. Her elder brother had once again defeated his girlfriend, because Ron was pumping his fist in the air crying victoriously, "Yes!" Ginny stuck her tongue at him, got up and walked over to join Harry on the couch. He automatically placed an arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her forehead. Ron accompanied them, as well.
"So what were you two talking about?" Ron remarked as the common room started to empty.
"Nothing really," Hermione replied quickly, before Harry could speak up. "Just about what was going on," she finished, while he inattentively played with wisps of her hair.
They talked for a while about school in general, until Hermione yawned and stretched. "I'm beat," she spoke, while stifling a yawn.
"Already," Ron exclaimed, glancing at his watch, which surprisingly read, "10 o'clock."
She nodded her head, as she got up. "G'night, you guys," she called over her shoulder, as she headed up the stairs to the room she and Ron shared. His gaze followed after her longingly.
"Me too," Ginny stated, getting up from the sofa. "I'll see you two tomorrow," she finished before leaning down to give Harry a kiss on the cheek, and she too had left the room.
The two friends looked after their girlfriends longingly, until Ron broke the silence by stating, "Damn it Harry, I'm in love in that woman." At this, Harry realized that he needed to talk to Ron about this very topic, so he commented seriously, "Ron, we need to talk."
Ron was surprised by his seriousness, but replied uneasily, "Sure, Harry. After all, we have been talking."
Harry smirked at Ron's uncertainty, but answered all business-like, "I know Ron. I wanted to talk to you about," he paused allowing Ron to digest his statement, "Hermione," he finished.
"Hermione," Ron repeated stupidly, at once realizing that his girlfriend was alone in their room.
He nodded his head before continuing, "Ron, I've got three things to tell you." He now had Ron's full attention, so he held up his three fingers. "First of all," he began, pulling down one finger, "I don't want any details about what goes on between you and Hermione."
Ron grinned at him and replied casually, "I wasn't going to tell you anything, anyway."
Harry smirked back at him and answered, "I had to inform you about it, though," while Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Second," Harry carried on, "I don't want you to ever hurt her in any way," causing Ron's eyes to widen. "Harry, I would never hurt her in any way," he finally choked.
"I know that, you know that, but she doesn't know that, and I want her to know it," Harry voiced.
"And last but certainly not least, I want you to take care of her. I don't want to ever comfort a crying Hermione, or I'll hex you, with ever torturous hex I know." It was not a statement. It was a command, an order, which he knew he had to follow or he would deal with a very angry Harry Potter.
Ron stared at his somber friend. He knew better than to argue with him at a time like this. "Harry, don't worry. I would never want to harm Hermione," he agreed. "Besides," he continued, rather quietly, "I love her."
Harry smiled at his behavior. "I know Ron," he said good-naturedly, clapping him on the back. "Now let's get some sleep," he announced as he headed up to his dormitory. A sudden thought struck Ron.
"Harry," Ron called after him. "Yea," Harry stopped at the stairway.
"Why did that speech sound oddly familiar?"
He grinned at him. "Because it was the same speech you gave me when a started to date your sister, an over protective brother questioning his best friend." With that, he left behind a very dazed Ron.
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