Chapter Three: Caught up in the Moment
Disclaimer: Go JK, you're my hero...it's all hers. She created the Ron/Hermione love...I am just embellishing it. Has anyone ever noticed how you can't spell Hermione without Ron...
heRmiONe
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Ron and Hermione caught up with Harry in Herbology just seconds before Professor Sprout came through the door.
"Close call," Harry whispered to Ron as the plump little witch started to speak. "Is everything okay?" He directed this question at Hermione.
"Brilliant," she answered wistfully, without taking her eyes off the professor. Harry noticed that her eyes seemed red and puffy, not to mention blurry. However, despite the fact that she appeared to have been crying, there was an unmistakable sparkle in her pupils that Harry was sure he had never seen before.
Harry looked over at Ron for an answer. He only found Ron with the same twinkle in his eyes. One hundred and twenty percent confused, Harry decided to listen to Professor Sprout's instructions rather than attempt to unravel the new mystery of Ron and Hermione.
He didn't know what was going on now, but Harry was aware of one thing; Hermione and Ron bickered all the time. It was never hateful fighting. It was more the kind of arguing that a married couple would do. Harry smiled to himself when he thought of the idea. Ron would kill him if he could have performed Legilimency on Harry's mind at that moment.
Several times throughout the class, Ron and Hermione caught each other's eye, but looked away quickly, blushing.
*At one point during the time they spent learning about the Venomous Tentacula, Ron had a sudden realization...He had just kissed Hermione!*
*At one point during the time they spent learning about the Venomous Tentacula, Hermione had a sudden realization...She had just kissed Ron!*
They both turned bright red and buried their heads in the plants they were studying.
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Ron was pacing back and forth rapidly across the floor of his dormitory. He was wringing his hands nervously. Occasionally he would sit down on his bed, put his head in his hands and run his fingers through his hair (which was now sticking up). After doing this for a brief moment, he would stand back up and continue to walk around the room.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to talk to Hermione. Even if he didn't talk to her, he had to see her. Ron wanted to look at her perfect face and gaze into her eyes. He yanked open the door, his heartbeat suddenly increasing to an absurd pace. Upon reaching the end of the staircase, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Hermione was peacefully asleep in front of the fireplace. She was curled into a tiny ball on the rug and a book was tucked under her arm. Her breath was even and deep. Ron's jaw dropped slightly at this sight...but he didn't know why. Okay, he did know why. He allowed his mind to think about the truth for a brief moment.
The kiss that he shared with her earlier that day had been wonderful...even magical. He had wanted it to happen for so long that he hadn't been entirely sure that it wasn't another one of his dreams.
The Love-Defense system in his brain was kicked on again...
...it wasn't like Hermione felt the way he did. No, of course not. She was more likely to go for someone like Viktor Krum. Ron was sure the kiss had been a mistake...an amazingly brilliant mistake...one which Hermione had initiated...but no. There had to be an excuse. She would never want to kiss Ron.
Ron sighed to himself. With his large exhale of air, every bit of hope he had of being with Hermione left him. He walked over to his best friend, grabbing a blanket from the couch as he went. Motherly, (or boyfriend-ly...no, stop it Ron) he placed the quilt over her. He gently pulled the Arithmancy book out of Hermione's hands and breathed in her scent before he stood up. She stirred a bit and Ron froze. Oh, no! He had not meant to wake her from such a pleasant nap.
"R-Ron?" she whispered groggily. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened them. "What's wrong...what lesson have we got next...where-?" She was panicky.
"Hermione, it's okay. It's midnight and classes don't start for eight hours." He smiled his charming Weasley smile and she felt warm again...but it was only from the fire right behind her...it couldn't be from Ron's hand that was resting on her arm.
Ron suddenly realized he had been resting his hand on her arm and quickly pulled it away looking embarrassed. Hermione's hair was messed up slightly. He thought it was even more gorgeous than if she had used Sleekeasy's Hair Potion on it like at the Yule Ball.
"Why are you awake?" She asked, sitting up to meet his eyes...how enchanting they were...but no. They were nice eyes, but she only liked his eyes as a friend...
"I -I...oh forget it..." Ron made to stand up, but she grabbed his hand to make him stay seated.
"No, tell me. What is it?" Her eyes opened wider with concern. Oh Merlin, he wanted to kiss her. If he made her cry, would she perhaps kiss him again...stop it Ron, you're being crazy.
"I was just...I mean...about this morning..." Hermione shifted nervously in her spot on the rug as Ron spoke.
"Ron...I can explain," she said quickly, not leaving him a chance to say what he had been dying to say for nearly five years.
"Oh?" His face fell...Hermione didn't notice this. She didn't like him that way, he told himself, there is no way.
"I was just so emotional about my mother and everything. I'm really sorry I put you in the situation I did. I'm sure it was hard for you with me crying all over you. I just - I got..." she couldn't find the right words, "I got caught up in the moment...yeah....caught up in the moment. And there was me and there was you and I was upset and..." she sighed, "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." Hermione said all of this very fast and Ron was having trouble processing this much let-down in such a small amount of time. Hermione definitely did not want to be with him. She had just proven his thoughts right...the kiss was a mistake. She was caught up in the moment...whatever the ruddy hell that meant, Ron thought.
"Sure, well that's good. We wouldn't want things to be weird between us. After all, we're best friends. It would be so awkward if it went any farther. I understand." Ron attempted to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He was successful. Hermione took his words seriously...seriously hard.
He had just said it...they could never be anything other than friends because it would be too weird...the hell with weird...she wanted to kiss him again. Maybe she could fake cry and pretend to get "caught up in the moment" again...stop it, Hermione, she told herself.
"Well, you should get some rest. Classes tomorrow, you know." Ron faked a painful smile. It hurt so badly because he had hoped she would tell him that she loved him...he would say it right back...wait, what was he talking about...he didn't love his best friend like that. It would be too awkward, just like she had said...or had he said that?
Disclaimer: Go JK, you're my hero...it's all hers. She created the Ron/Hermione love...I am just embellishing it. Has anyone ever noticed how you can't spell Hermione without Ron...
heRmiONe
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Ron and Hermione caught up with Harry in Herbology just seconds before Professor Sprout came through the door.
"Close call," Harry whispered to Ron as the plump little witch started to speak. "Is everything okay?" He directed this question at Hermione.
"Brilliant," she answered wistfully, without taking her eyes off the professor. Harry noticed that her eyes seemed red and puffy, not to mention blurry. However, despite the fact that she appeared to have been crying, there was an unmistakable sparkle in her pupils that Harry was sure he had never seen before.
Harry looked over at Ron for an answer. He only found Ron with the same twinkle in his eyes. One hundred and twenty percent confused, Harry decided to listen to Professor Sprout's instructions rather than attempt to unravel the new mystery of Ron and Hermione.
He didn't know what was going on now, but Harry was aware of one thing; Hermione and Ron bickered all the time. It was never hateful fighting. It was more the kind of arguing that a married couple would do. Harry smiled to himself when he thought of the idea. Ron would kill him if he could have performed Legilimency on Harry's mind at that moment.
Several times throughout the class, Ron and Hermione caught each other's eye, but looked away quickly, blushing.
*At one point during the time they spent learning about the Venomous Tentacula, Ron had a sudden realization...He had just kissed Hermione!*
*At one point during the time they spent learning about the Venomous Tentacula, Hermione had a sudden realization...She had just kissed Ron!*
They both turned bright red and buried their heads in the plants they were studying.
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Ron was pacing back and forth rapidly across the floor of his dormitory. He was wringing his hands nervously. Occasionally he would sit down on his bed, put his head in his hands and run his fingers through his hair (which was now sticking up). After doing this for a brief moment, he would stand back up and continue to walk around the room.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to talk to Hermione. Even if he didn't talk to her, he had to see her. Ron wanted to look at her perfect face and gaze into her eyes. He yanked open the door, his heartbeat suddenly increasing to an absurd pace. Upon reaching the end of the staircase, he stopped dead in his tracks.
Hermione was peacefully asleep in front of the fireplace. She was curled into a tiny ball on the rug and a book was tucked under her arm. Her breath was even and deep. Ron's jaw dropped slightly at this sight...but he didn't know why. Okay, he did know why. He allowed his mind to think about the truth for a brief moment.
The kiss that he shared with her earlier that day had been wonderful...even magical. He had wanted it to happen for so long that he hadn't been entirely sure that it wasn't another one of his dreams.
The Love-Defense system in his brain was kicked on again...
...it wasn't like Hermione felt the way he did. No, of course not. She was more likely to go for someone like Viktor Krum. Ron was sure the kiss had been a mistake...an amazingly brilliant mistake...one which Hermione had initiated...but no. There had to be an excuse. She would never want to kiss Ron.
Ron sighed to himself. With his large exhale of air, every bit of hope he had of being with Hermione left him. He walked over to his best friend, grabbing a blanket from the couch as he went. Motherly, (or boyfriend-ly...no, stop it Ron) he placed the quilt over her. He gently pulled the Arithmancy book out of Hermione's hands and breathed in her scent before he stood up. She stirred a bit and Ron froze. Oh, no! He had not meant to wake her from such a pleasant nap.
"R-Ron?" she whispered groggily. Her eyelashes fluttered as she opened them. "What's wrong...what lesson have we got next...where-?" She was panicky.
"Hermione, it's okay. It's midnight and classes don't start for eight hours." He smiled his charming Weasley smile and she felt warm again...but it was only from the fire right behind her...it couldn't be from Ron's hand that was resting on her arm.
Ron suddenly realized he had been resting his hand on her arm and quickly pulled it away looking embarrassed. Hermione's hair was messed up slightly. He thought it was even more gorgeous than if she had used Sleekeasy's Hair Potion on it like at the Yule Ball.
"Why are you awake?" She asked, sitting up to meet his eyes...how enchanting they were...but no. They were nice eyes, but she only liked his eyes as a friend...
"I -I...oh forget it..." Ron made to stand up, but she grabbed his hand to make him stay seated.
"No, tell me. What is it?" Her eyes opened wider with concern. Oh Merlin, he wanted to kiss her. If he made her cry, would she perhaps kiss him again...stop it Ron, you're being crazy.
"I was just...I mean...about this morning..." Hermione shifted nervously in her spot on the rug as Ron spoke.
"Ron...I can explain," she said quickly, not leaving him a chance to say what he had been dying to say for nearly five years.
"Oh?" His face fell...Hermione didn't notice this. She didn't like him that way, he told himself, there is no way.
"I was just so emotional about my mother and everything. I'm really sorry I put you in the situation I did. I'm sure it was hard for you with me crying all over you. I just - I got..." she couldn't find the right words, "I got caught up in the moment...yeah....caught up in the moment. And there was me and there was you and I was upset and..." she sighed, "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." Hermione said all of this very fast and Ron was having trouble processing this much let-down in such a small amount of time. Hermione definitely did not want to be with him. She had just proven his thoughts right...the kiss was a mistake. She was caught up in the moment...whatever the ruddy hell that meant, Ron thought.
"Sure, well that's good. We wouldn't want things to be weird between us. After all, we're best friends. It would be so awkward if it went any farther. I understand." Ron attempted to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. He was successful. Hermione took his words seriously...seriously hard.
He had just said it...they could never be anything other than friends because it would be too weird...the hell with weird...she wanted to kiss him again. Maybe she could fake cry and pretend to get "caught up in the moment" again...stop it, Hermione, she told herself.
"Well, you should get some rest. Classes tomorrow, you know." Ron faked a painful smile. It hurt so badly because he had hoped she would tell him that she loved him...he would say it right back...wait, what was he talking about...he didn't love his best friend like that. It would be too awkward, just like she had said...or had he said that?
