Disclaimer: Can someone tell me if I have to do one of these for every
chapter...cause it's getting bloody annoying. Anyway...the only thing
that's mine is the plot...
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Christmas day was over sooner than Ron had anticipated. Nerves were creeping up his spine and in his stomach. He was ready to do what he had planned, but that didn't keep him from dreading the actual "doing-it" part.
He said 'goodnight' to Harry and told him he would be up to the room in a few minutes. The girls had already retired to their rooms, still chattering about the day's events. Ron plopped himself into the sofa with a sigh. Staring into the fire for what seemed like hours, he waited. Ron anxiously drummed his fingers on his leg and rolled his head around on his neck. This was followed by a series of crackling noises from his bones. This was something that Hermione would have surely scolded him for doing.
Hermione...
With this thought in his head, Ron fell asleep... ______________
He woke up with a start, fearing that he had slept the entire night. However, when he looked at his wrist watch he noticed that it was only 2 o'clock. He had only been sleeping for an hour. Luckily his mental alarm clock had kicked in. Ron smiled to himself in satisfaction.
Now for the tricky part.
He approached the foot of the stairs that led to the girls' dormitories. Ginny was asleep at the top...as planned.
"Ginny!" Ron whispered loudly, "Ginny, wake up!" She stirred softly and groaned. Ron took off his socks and rolled them into a ball. Ginny groaned even louder when he threw the socks at her head.
"I'm coming, Mum," she muttered. Then, seeing that Ron was waiting impatiently for her to rise, she slowly stood up.
"Sometime tonight would be nice." He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the carpet.
"Sorry, Ronnie." She laughed.
"What have I said about calling me that?" His eyes were narrowed.
"Hey, watch it. I'm the one helping you here." Ginny smirked at her brother's easily-irritated attitude.
"I'm coming up now." Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it, in turn, at each hand. "Adhesio." There was no noticeable difference on his hands, but he hoped it would work as planned. He took a running jump and lunged himself at the staircase. He leapt up as many stairs as he could before the staircase turned into a giant, slippery slide. He slid down a few feet, but he held on as hard as he could. His now-sticky fingers stuck to the surface of the slide. Inch by inch, he dragged himself upwards, like a spider on a wall...however...Ron probably would not have approved of this analogy since he detested spiders.
"Grab my hand," Ginny whispered in the darkness. He followed her instructions and reached for her outstretched arm. His sister pulled him up the remainder of the slide and they collapsed on the landing. Breathing heavily, Ron lay there quietly for a brief moment.
When the two of them stood up, they realized their hands were stuck together because of Ron's spell.
"Ron, let go." Ginny squirmed and tried to wriggle her hand free of his.
"Hang on, I'm trying." He performed the countercurse.
"Good luck." She smiled at her brother and patted him on the back before she made her way to the water closet down the hall...as planned.
Ron tried to open Hermione's bedroom door without making any noise. It creaked dangerously on its hinges. He winced and looked over to Hermione's bed. Through the curtains, it appeared that she hadn't woken up. He tip-toed to her side and pulled back the curtain quietly.
She looked so peaceful in her sleep, Ron thought. He sat on the bed next to her and gently took her hand.
"Ron? What's wrong? How did you get in here?" Hermione woke up and immediately began asking questions.
"Everything's okay." He put his finger to her lips in order to silence her. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and giddiness at the fact that he was touching her lips.
Whoa...Ron was about an foot away from Hermione's face and she couldn't breathe. This had to be a dream.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked coyly.
"Were you at all curious as to why I didn't give you a Christmas present?" Ron's question was not exactly what she had expected to hear while he was on her bed...in the middle of the night...looking like his usual, dreamy-self.
"What? I mean...I was wondering a little...but it's not a big deal...I don't need presents." Ron softly snorted with laughter.
"Of course you do," he said, "that's why I'm here. Come on. Let's go." He stood up and made for the door, still holding her hand.
"GO?" Her eyes widened as she followed him out the door. She would have stayed planted in her spot on the bed, except looking into Ron's eyes had made her feel as light as a snitch. "Go where?"
"Shhh...you'll see in a minute. Come on." Without another word, they set off down the staircase and out of the Common Room. ("Where are you two going at this hour?" asked the Fat Lady.) Fortunately, they did not encounter Filch or Mrs. Norris and they safely made it out onto the Hogwarts grounds near the lake.
"Why are we here, Ron? Why isn't Harry with us?" Ron's heart sank. Sure, she wanted Harry to be here.
"Well," he began, "You know how Harry hasn't been sleeping much with his scar hurting so often. Tonight he was sleeping very soundly and I didn't want to wake him."
"Yeah, he isn't doing very well." Ron's jaw clenched. He loved Harry deeply, as much as any brother and he was concerned about him...however, talking about Harry wasn't really what he had wanted to do right now. "So, anyway..." said Hermione, changing the subject.
Hermione loved Harry deeply, as much as any brother and she was concerned about him...but that's not really the conversational topic she had in mind while she was outside with Ron in an absolutely gorgeous and romantic setting.
"Well, I thought this would be better than any material thing that I could give you for a present," he gulped before continuing. "Look." He tore his eyes away from Hermione's and pointed to the sky. It was a moment before she knew what he was trying to show her.
After silence for a bit, the sky began raining a shower of bright, orange and yellow balls. It was a meteor shower...but it was more magical than any meteor shower Hermione had ever seen. The flames reflected their light against the surface of the calm lake, making it appear that the whole world was alight with flames.
They stood for nearly ten minutes, simply watching the sky above. Not paying attention to their increasingly stiff necks, they were engulfed in the magic of the moment. Ron gazed down at Hermione. The colors of the fire were shining in her wide eyes. He noticed that she was beginning to shiver. Acting quickly, he put his cloak around her, since she had not brought her own.
"Thanks," she said, looking up into his eyes. "And thank you for this...it's...it's amazing." She said the last word in a whisper. Her eyes were glistening with threatening tears. They smiled at each other. Both Ron and Hermione were feeling as though they were living a dream. Neither of them wanted the night to end. Neither of them wanted to be living the moment with anyone else.
Ron took a deep, steadying breath and spoke.
Hermione took a deep, steadying breath and spoke.
"Hermione?"
"Ron?"
They had spoken at the same exact second. Shivering from the cold (which they were ignoring) they laughed.
"You first."
"No, you go ahead."
"No, really, I insist."
"It's okay, you go first."
"No..." Ron took another lung-full of air and began. "Fine, I'll go. 'Mione..." He took her hand in his while he whispered. He paused for a moment and stared at her.
"Ron, you don't have to say anything," she said before he could speak another word. Hermione gripped his hand equally as hard as he was holding hers. She had caught him off guard. Ron's mouth opened slightly and he stopped breathing. Could she mean what he thought she meant?
Hermione couldn't believe that she had just said what she said...however...for some reason she couldn't explain...she did believe that she had said it. She could feel what he was about to tell her...he loved her...and she loved him. Not knowing how she knew this fact...she inched closer to Ron.
Alright...Hermione had just stepped closer to him! He still couldn't breathe. For some reason...her words were more powerful than if she had actually said that she loved him. He didn't need to hear it...somehow...he could feel it.
Ron reached his hand up to touch Hermione's face and she stopped shivering. In fact, she even stopped breathing altogether.
When their lips met...it was more powerful than any spell...brighter than the meteors in the sky...more magically than all of the wizarding world's powers. Ron closed his arms around Hermione, wanting the moment to last for eternity. Hermione practically fell into Ron's arms. They both were wondering the same thing...why had it taken so long?
And the kiss was true this time...they couldn't make anymore excuses about how they were "caught up in the moment."
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A/N: *sigh* Hermione and Ron are just so adorable...I want to eat them up with a spoon. Or a spork...'cause sporks are cool.
Anyway...hope you liked that part. I'm proud. Let me know if you think I should keep going with this story...I don't really have any more ideas for it...I'll probably just start on a new story. What do you all think? It will definitely be about Lily and James because they are awesome characters.
Read and Review...and Julie I know you are glad I kept my promise...now you don't have to confiscate my copy of Order of the Phoenix. =D
Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read the story...it's been a fun adventure...*sniff*
~Marmell Adium~
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Christmas day was over sooner than Ron had anticipated. Nerves were creeping up his spine and in his stomach. He was ready to do what he had planned, but that didn't keep him from dreading the actual "doing-it" part.
He said 'goodnight' to Harry and told him he would be up to the room in a few minutes. The girls had already retired to their rooms, still chattering about the day's events. Ron plopped himself into the sofa with a sigh. Staring into the fire for what seemed like hours, he waited. Ron anxiously drummed his fingers on his leg and rolled his head around on his neck. This was followed by a series of crackling noises from his bones. This was something that Hermione would have surely scolded him for doing.
Hermione...
With this thought in his head, Ron fell asleep... ______________
He woke up with a start, fearing that he had slept the entire night. However, when he looked at his wrist watch he noticed that it was only 2 o'clock. He had only been sleeping for an hour. Luckily his mental alarm clock had kicked in. Ron smiled to himself in satisfaction.
Now for the tricky part.
He approached the foot of the stairs that led to the girls' dormitories. Ginny was asleep at the top...as planned.
"Ginny!" Ron whispered loudly, "Ginny, wake up!" She stirred softly and groaned. Ron took off his socks and rolled them into a ball. Ginny groaned even louder when he threw the socks at her head.
"I'm coming, Mum," she muttered. Then, seeing that Ron was waiting impatiently for her to rise, she slowly stood up.
"Sometime tonight would be nice." He put his hands on his hips and tapped his foot on the carpet.
"Sorry, Ronnie." She laughed.
"What have I said about calling me that?" His eyes were narrowed.
"Hey, watch it. I'm the one helping you here." Ginny smirked at her brother's easily-irritated attitude.
"I'm coming up now." Ron pulled out his wand and pointed it, in turn, at each hand. "Adhesio." There was no noticeable difference on his hands, but he hoped it would work as planned. He took a running jump and lunged himself at the staircase. He leapt up as many stairs as he could before the staircase turned into a giant, slippery slide. He slid down a few feet, but he held on as hard as he could. His now-sticky fingers stuck to the surface of the slide. Inch by inch, he dragged himself upwards, like a spider on a wall...however...Ron probably would not have approved of this analogy since he detested spiders.
"Grab my hand," Ginny whispered in the darkness. He followed her instructions and reached for her outstretched arm. His sister pulled him up the remainder of the slide and they collapsed on the landing. Breathing heavily, Ron lay there quietly for a brief moment.
When the two of them stood up, they realized their hands were stuck together because of Ron's spell.
"Ron, let go." Ginny squirmed and tried to wriggle her hand free of his.
"Hang on, I'm trying." He performed the countercurse.
"Good luck." She smiled at her brother and patted him on the back before she made her way to the water closet down the hall...as planned.
Ron tried to open Hermione's bedroom door without making any noise. It creaked dangerously on its hinges. He winced and looked over to Hermione's bed. Through the curtains, it appeared that she hadn't woken up. He tip-toed to her side and pulled back the curtain quietly.
She looked so peaceful in her sleep, Ron thought. He sat on the bed next to her and gently took her hand.
"Ron? What's wrong? How did you get in here?" Hermione woke up and immediately began asking questions.
"Everything's okay." He put his finger to her lips in order to silence her. She looked at him with a mix of confusion and giddiness at the fact that he was touching her lips.
Whoa...Ron was about an foot away from Hermione's face and she couldn't breathe. This had to be a dream.
"W-what are you doing here?" she asked coyly.
"Were you at all curious as to why I didn't give you a Christmas present?" Ron's question was not exactly what she had expected to hear while he was on her bed...in the middle of the night...looking like his usual, dreamy-self.
"What? I mean...I was wondering a little...but it's not a big deal...I don't need presents." Ron softly snorted with laughter.
"Of course you do," he said, "that's why I'm here. Come on. Let's go." He stood up and made for the door, still holding her hand.
"GO?" Her eyes widened as she followed him out the door. She would have stayed planted in her spot on the bed, except looking into Ron's eyes had made her feel as light as a snitch. "Go where?"
"Shhh...you'll see in a minute. Come on." Without another word, they set off down the staircase and out of the Common Room. ("Where are you two going at this hour?" asked the Fat Lady.) Fortunately, they did not encounter Filch or Mrs. Norris and they safely made it out onto the Hogwarts grounds near the lake.
"Why are we here, Ron? Why isn't Harry with us?" Ron's heart sank. Sure, she wanted Harry to be here.
"Well," he began, "You know how Harry hasn't been sleeping much with his scar hurting so often. Tonight he was sleeping very soundly and I didn't want to wake him."
"Yeah, he isn't doing very well." Ron's jaw clenched. He loved Harry deeply, as much as any brother and he was concerned about him...however, talking about Harry wasn't really what he had wanted to do right now. "So, anyway..." said Hermione, changing the subject.
Hermione loved Harry deeply, as much as any brother and she was concerned about him...but that's not really the conversational topic she had in mind while she was outside with Ron in an absolutely gorgeous and romantic setting.
"Well, I thought this would be better than any material thing that I could give you for a present," he gulped before continuing. "Look." He tore his eyes away from Hermione's and pointed to the sky. It was a moment before she knew what he was trying to show her.
After silence for a bit, the sky began raining a shower of bright, orange and yellow balls. It was a meteor shower...but it was more magical than any meteor shower Hermione had ever seen. The flames reflected their light against the surface of the calm lake, making it appear that the whole world was alight with flames.
They stood for nearly ten minutes, simply watching the sky above. Not paying attention to their increasingly stiff necks, they were engulfed in the magic of the moment. Ron gazed down at Hermione. The colors of the fire were shining in her wide eyes. He noticed that she was beginning to shiver. Acting quickly, he put his cloak around her, since she had not brought her own.
"Thanks," she said, looking up into his eyes. "And thank you for this...it's...it's amazing." She said the last word in a whisper. Her eyes were glistening with threatening tears. They smiled at each other. Both Ron and Hermione were feeling as though they were living a dream. Neither of them wanted the night to end. Neither of them wanted to be living the moment with anyone else.
Ron took a deep, steadying breath and spoke.
Hermione took a deep, steadying breath and spoke.
"Hermione?"
"Ron?"
They had spoken at the same exact second. Shivering from the cold (which they were ignoring) they laughed.
"You first."
"No, you go ahead."
"No, really, I insist."
"It's okay, you go first."
"No..." Ron took another lung-full of air and began. "Fine, I'll go. 'Mione..." He took her hand in his while he whispered. He paused for a moment and stared at her.
"Ron, you don't have to say anything," she said before he could speak another word. Hermione gripped his hand equally as hard as he was holding hers. She had caught him off guard. Ron's mouth opened slightly and he stopped breathing. Could she mean what he thought she meant?
Hermione couldn't believe that she had just said what she said...however...for some reason she couldn't explain...she did believe that she had said it. She could feel what he was about to tell her...he loved her...and she loved him. Not knowing how she knew this fact...she inched closer to Ron.
Alright...Hermione had just stepped closer to him! He still couldn't breathe. For some reason...her words were more powerful than if she had actually said that she loved him. He didn't need to hear it...somehow...he could feel it.
Ron reached his hand up to touch Hermione's face and she stopped shivering. In fact, she even stopped breathing altogether.
When their lips met...it was more powerful than any spell...brighter than the meteors in the sky...more magically than all of the wizarding world's powers. Ron closed his arms around Hermione, wanting the moment to last for eternity. Hermione practically fell into Ron's arms. They both were wondering the same thing...why had it taken so long?
And the kiss was true this time...they couldn't make anymore excuses about how they were "caught up in the moment."
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A/N: *sigh* Hermione and Ron are just so adorable...I want to eat them up with a spoon. Or a spork...'cause sporks are cool.
Anyway...hope you liked that part. I'm proud. Let me know if you think I should keep going with this story...I don't really have any more ideas for it...I'll probably just start on a new story. What do you all think? It will definitely be about Lily and James because they are awesome characters.
Read and Review...and Julie I know you are glad I kept my promise...now you don't have to confiscate my copy of Order of the Phoenix. =D
Thank you to everyone who reviewed and read the story...it's been a fun adventure...*sniff*
~Marmell Adium~
