Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot. But I would
be willing to trade that for any of the MALE characters in Harry Potter.
Just something to think about, Mrs. Rowling. Plus, Stacy (mysterywriter)
helped me with this whole story (plus many others) when I got writers block
(which ALWAYS happens).
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Chapter 10: The End! (for lack of a better name)
"Hermione, I-" Came Ginny's voice from the stair way, but was quickly cut off with a gasp. She saw Hermione and Ron, sitting on the couch, with their faces centimeters from each other. But at the sound of her voice, Ron and Hermione both jumped back, away from each other, and looked at the floor with guilt written all over their faces.
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked, sounding very annoyed. Ginny mouthed a few noiseless words, and finally sighed.
"It's.... ummm... nothing." Ginny said uncomfortable. Ron cleared his throat.
"I....umm.... should...... go help mum with supper." He said, getting up and half running in the opposite direction of the kitchen. Which was probably all for the best, because supper was over hours ago.
"I'm so sorry Hermione." Ginny said once her brother left. She ran over to the couch and kneeled down next to Hermione.
"It's fine."
"No it's not."
"I know." Hermione sighed, looking up at Ginny. "But I guess it's all for the best."
"No it's not."
"I know." Hermione sighed again, this time with more force. She got up and started pacing. "Why does something always have to happen?" Hermione asked.
"Ummm.....well....." Ginny stammered.
"That was a rhetorical question."
"Right." Ginny said, blushing a little.
"I mean, first Krum comes barging in when we were about to-"
"No!" Ginny shouted, holding up a hand, signaling Hermione to stop. "I'm happy *without* the mental picture, thank you."
"What, you don't want to hear that me and your brother were about to Shag. Like. Dogs?" Hermione asked slowly, pushing her face close to Ginny's.
Ginny sighed loudly. Well, it was more of a scream. "Thanks for that." She yelled.
"You deserved it."
"For what?"
Hermione stood there, jaw on the floor. "Were have *you* been? Remember? Walking in on Ron and I?! Interrupting us when I was about to-"
"Okay okay! I get it! I don't need a frame by frame recap!"
"Sorry." Hermione said, her voice softer then before.
"If you like him so much, then why don't you just go and kiss him right now?" Ginny asked, receiving a were-you-born-yesterday look from Hermione.
"How did you ever get Malfoy to like you?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Ginny yelled. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"You don't just go up to a guy and kiss him!" Hermione yelled, looking at Ginny like she was insane. "Especially when he doesn't know that you like him."
"Okay, remind me again, how does Ron not know yet?"
"Because you're brother's as thick as a brick wall." Hermione said. Ginny nodded in agreement.
"So go tell him that you like him." Ginny said simply. Hermione's jaw again found it's way back down to the floor.
"I'm beginning to wonder if you and your brother have more in common then I thought." Hermione scoffed.
"Why?"
"Because you can't do that!"
"Why not?!"
"Because.... I don't know! It's a rule!"
"Where did you read this rule?! What, is there a rule book for dating?"
"Yea, it's called common sense."
"Hermione," Ginny sighed, finally using her indoor voice. "what if he likes you? Do you really want to waste all of this time apart when you might be perfect for each other?"
Hermione didn't know what to say. She knew that she loved Ron. She'd always loved Ron and would no matter what he did or said. The only question was, did he love her? Did he get that tingle in the pit of his stomach when he saw her? Did his brain suddenly forget how to hablo ingles when she was around? Or was she just kidding herself and leading her heart down another road that could only end with her being miserable.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione, who had been looking off into the distance for a while, snapped to attention and looked at Ginny with confused eyes. "Are you going to..."
"Yea. I think I'm going to go tell Ron." Hermione said, smiling nervously.
"Oh, I was just going to ask if you were going to puke, but okay." Ginny said. Hermione eyed her curiously. "You were looking a little queasy." Hermione nodded, feeling how she looked. She took a deep breath and started toward the kitchen, only to come back a few seconds later with a lost look on her face.
"Ron's in his room." Ginny said, trying not to smile at how blind Hermione's love made her. Hermione blushed, muttered a thank you, and proceeded up the stairs. Her heart was beating so hard, she swore that it was making the house shake. But Hermione forced her feet to walk up the stairs, one in front of the other. Panic swept over her shaking body when she reached Ron's bedroom door.
Hermione reached for the doorknob, but suddenly stopped midway. Her hand recoiled as if it had been burnt. She stood there, debating whether or not to turn back. She finally raised her hand and knocked, very lightly. Hermione prayed that he hadn't heard, and had just turned to leave, when a voice broke through the silence.
"Come in." Ron's muffled voice commanded. Hermione considered pretending that she hadn't heard him, but decided against it. She slowly opened the door and stuck her head in. Ron was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He quickly looked up, and smiled when his eyes landed on Hermione. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't disgusted by the sight of her. That was a plus, right?
"Hermione." Ron said with a grin. She loved it when he said her name. The name that Hermione had hated for so many years, sounded like a priceless jewel when he said it. He made 'Hermione' sound exotic, like it was another language.
"Hey Ron." Hermione said, cursing herself for blushing at the pure sound of his name rolling off of her tongue. Ron didn't take his eyes off of her as she stumbled through the doorway. He put down his book, and stood up, all smiles.
"I..... need to talk to you." Hermione stuttered. She hated how stupid she got around him. Hermione Granger; class valedictorian, esteemed head of the Ministry of Magic, Order of Merlin first class, official bookworm and more commonly known as Ms. Know-it-all, couldn't even remember her native tongue when Ron was in the room.
She searched every inch of her brain for the words to describe how she felt for him. Ron stood there politely, silently looking on as Hermione tried to remember how simple English grammar worked. She pounded all of the cheesy lines that came straight from movies out of her head. "You complete me" and "you had me at hello" were forced from her brain, out her ear, and landed hard on the floor. She didn't need those unless she was really desperate. And, I mean, REALLY desperate. If she opened her mouth, and animal noises came out, then she might have to pick those lines up off of the ground, and stick them back in her head, only to come out of her mouth seconds later.
Hermione took a big, reassuring breath in. Just get it out. Like every intimate thing she'd had with Ron, it'd be over in a few minutes. "I.... I've been thinking about something for a really long time." She started stupidly, but not knowing what else to say. "And it'll drive me mad if I don't get it out soon..... I've been having these.... feelings for some time now.... and if I don't tell you, then I think the guilt and jealously is going to eat me alive." Hermione, who had been focusing on the floor, finally glanced up to see if Ron had caught on yet. She begged every higher being that he had, because she didn't have any more confidence left, and the only thing she wanted to do at that point was curl up into the fetal position and disappear. But Ron just looked at her with a furrowed brow. Normally, Hermione would find this irresistible, and want to shag him right then and there. But, at that very moment, she was completely devoid of energy, and wished that someone would run in, tap Ron on the shoulder, and whisper in his ear what Hermione was desperately trying to say.
"Ron," Hermione began again, with a shaky breath. "I... need to tell you something...." Ron looked rather alert by this point. Hermione took another reassuring breath, but found that she didn't have any left. She didn't have anything left to drive her, and tell her that she was doing fine and needed to tell him. Her motivator was gone on a coffee break, and wasn't going to be back any time soon.
"Okay, well, I better go." Hermione said, quickly turning to go. Ron gently grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving through the very welcoming door that was screaming at her to exit right then and there, and save herself from anymore humiliation.
"Mione," Ron said, making Hermione melt. She loved it when he called her that. It made her feel so special. Like he had taken many grueling hours out of his day to think up that name for her. She felt like a princess when he called her 'Mione.' As if everyone loved her. Well, as if Ron loved her. Which was all that mattered.
Hermione slowly turned around, finding her face to be only a few inches from Ron's. She could feel his breath on her cheeks, making her flush. Hermione was caught up in a dream world that was Ron's face. His eyes were pools of water that she seemed to be drowning in. But she didn't care. It was the best sensation she could have imagined. She felt light headed, and couldn't control the words that were tumbling out of her mouth.
"I.... I think I'm in love with you." Hermione heard herself say, feeling drunk on the mere color of Ron's eyes. She didn't even understand the words that traveled from her mouth to Ron's ears. But she didn't care anymore. Her feelings were completely exposed and she didn't feel any of the pain that she had been preparing herself for. Ron didn't answer, but he didn't have to. The look on his face was enough. His eyes, which had Hermione's full attention, crinkled up as a smile occupied his face. The sapphires in them danced, reflecting the fire of his joy.
Hermione was so caught up in Ron's face, and the feeling that was taking over her body, that it took a few second for her to feel Ron's lips on hers. But she didn't fight it. She kissed right back with such intensity that the entire world around her melted away. It was only until she heard the cry of a particularly wenchie Barbie, that she felt herself being pushed back into the cold waters of reality.
Hermione reluctantly pulled back from the kiss to see if her worst fears had come true. And, low and behold, there was a rather red faced Brigit, standing in the doorway. Hermione expected Ron to jump fifty feet away from her and act like nothing had happened, like he did whenever someone walked in on them. But he didn't. Ron stood there, his arms still around Hermione, waiting boldly to see if he was going to get bitch slapped.
Every Weasley in the house came rushing to Ron's room when they heard Brigit scream. Ginny stopped dead when she saw Hermione in Ron's arms, and a huge smile spread across her face. She gave Hermione a little wave, which Hermione returned, not being able to help the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Sure, Brigit was probably going to murder her in her sleep, but Hermione had just confessed her love to the guy she had been crushing on since first year. A huge, guilty burden had been lifted from her. And she finally felt like she could stand up straight and proud, knowing that Ron loved her back.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Brigit screamed. Ron just smiled, and pulled Hermione closer to him. "Ronald Weasley, you better explain yourself right now. I have never been more disappointed of you in my whole life... well, maybe that one time at the carnival when you failed to win me that stuffed bear. But this is a close second!" Aaaaand the blondeness shows though. "How could you? And, why would you want to?" Brigit asked with disgust. Oh, honey, don't go there. "I mean, look at her." Never hit a lady. NEVER hit a lady. "I'm not sure if you understand this Ron, but I'm a MODEL." She said, talking slowly. "And she's..." Don't you dare. "She's..." I WILL kill you. "She's... such a nerd." Hermione smiled proudly at this statement. Ron didn't seemed convinced by Brigit's argument. In fact, he seemed even more attached to Hermione the more Brigit talked. "If you pick this bitch over me, I'm going to-" and that was about the times Fred decided to cut in. He roughly stuffed a piece of fudge in Brigit's opened mouth. She looked rather puzzled as to, once she bit down, she couldn't open her mouth. Hermione couldn't help it, and doubled over in laughter. Ron quickly followed.
Everyone in the Weasley family watched, through teary eyes, as Brigit made pathetic noises and looked around helplessly, her eyes as big as dinner plates. She looked like a frantic, but well dressed, deer caught in headlights.
"Fred, that was a terrible thing to do." Mrs. Weasley said in between fits of laughter. She tried her best to sound strict. "Please go fix our guest." Fred obeyed, and everyone left, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.
"Well, that was just about the funniest thing I've ever seen." Hermione commented, turning back to Ron.
"I know." Ron laughed. "It's nice to see her with her mouth shut for once."
"Why did you ever go out with her?" Hermione asked.
"Because I was in denial." Ron said truthfully, gazing into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. "I didn't want to admit that I was in love with my best friend, so I went for girls who were the complete opposite." Hermione smiled.
"I'm sure Brigit and I have something in common." She said with a laugh. "Has she ever read Hogwarts: A History? Or does she just stick to Dr. Seuss?"
"I'm serious." Ron laughed. "You two are polar opposites. I mean, Brigit spends hours in the bathroom, doing her hair and makeup. She's such a girl when it comes to spiders. And she won't go out of the house without looking in the mirror a hundred times. But you, you are different. You don't care what other people thing." He said, cupping her face with his hand. "You wear what you want, when you want. And you don't do all of the girly shit that everyone else does."
"Are you saying that I'm not a girl?" Hermione teased. "I thought we cleared this up fourth year."
"No." Ron laughed. "You are definitely a girl. You are all girl." He gave Hermione a once over and wagged his eyebrows. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "But you are your own person. That's what I love about you." He gazed into Hermione's eyes again, a permanent smile on his face. "It just took me a while to realize that."
"Yea, twelve years." Hermione scoffed. But Ron cut her off by placing his lips on hers.
Finally, everything was perfect. Brigit was going back to her Barbie mansion, and Hermione was with Ron. It was the way the universe had intended it to be. And, if not, then Hermione had the bitchyness she needed to change it. Ah, bitchyness. Never leave home without it.
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Athene- lol, you are so right. Ron is rather violent, isn't he? All well, I figured I'd make him a bit of a Gandhi in this story. I mean, I already swear like a sailor, so why add violence to that? Besides, I'm mad at Krum at the moment, so I don't want him appearing in my story just yet. Not that I have much of a choice, since this story's already finished. But, maybe, in a parallel universe, some alien is writing the same story, and decides to have Krum killed by Ron's hired thugs. Ooooo, that'd be good. I'll have to check the internet for that....
Pixi Punkrocker- Is this long enough? I hope so, I have some sort of disability where my hands wont let me write long chapters. Well, not really, but it's a good excuse, right? I totally agree with you on the Harry front. He could use a trim... and, in OOTP, he's such a bastard, and his ego has grown to match Malfoy's. You thought the cow and sheep thing was gross? Well, you're among the majority.
Elizabeth Frost/Angelic Ashley- You are a genius, and, in case you don't know by know, I m bowing down to you at this very moment. Having the breakup scene would have been fun! But isn't breaking Krum's confidence always enjoyable? That would've been so good! *sigh* all well, I guess you readers will just have to use your active imaginations to picture Krum breaking down in tears like a five year old girl.... damn that would've been fun to write!
OtterMoon- The first one you suggested, where Krum falls in love w/ Brigit, me and my friend Stacy were thinking the same thing! But I didn't wanna bring back Krum, cause he's annoying. So I settled with this ending. But this is pretty close to your 3a. suggestion! Thank you so much for all of the ideas!
Awonkachonka- :) I'm glad the Friends line was funny coming out of Mrs. Weasley, I was hoping it would be, but some people don't like it when you don't use your own lines. But, screw those people!... You read my mind when you said I wouldn't write till after OOTP came out. I spent 15 hours one day just reading OOTP so that I could finish it quickly and get back to writing. I'm still not done, but I couldn't wait any longer to write this!
Mimi- *cringes* I'm sorry! I didn't mean to put another blonde stereotype in the apology for the first blonde stereotype! God, I'm so bad with this kinda stuff. I'm sure blondes have just as much fun as the rest of us *smiles* please don't hate me! I love all hair colors equally! Even people without hair! Stupid Brigit! It's all her fault! If she wasn't blonde and stupid, then this never would have happened. Damn Brigit's educators! Damn them all!
E.stell- I just read the 2nd chapter of your story, omg, you better write more soon! It's sooooo good! There are so many questions that I want answered!!!!! I'm having the same reaction about your story that you had about mine... WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME? MORE! NOW!.... see? It's contagious. Thanks for calling me a great writer :) and, yes, flattery works so well. Nice, work, I'm very proud.
Foags- haha! I know you'd know the Friends line!... happy? No gay Draco. I agree that he's a hottie, and I'm sure many men feel the same way. BUT HE'S OURS!!!! HANDS OFF!!!! And same goes for Ron!... no more waiting! OOTP is out!!! I read it for 15 hours yesterday with only two half hour breaks. I'm only on chapter 20 something, and I wanna know who dies!!!!! I bet it's Dumbledore. My sister, who doesn't even like HP, found out who died and is now rubbing it in my face. Grrrr!... sorry for giving you the horrible excuse for male jewelry that Joey gave Chandler, but in my case, in the form of a story. But, you know, if I *did* give you the "women repeller", then we could put it to good use. Just put it on Draco's wrist and BAM! no other women will like him and he's all ours. And if any girl comes by him, we can scream, "In the words of A. A. Milne, 'Get out of my chair, dillhole!" - Chandler talking to Joey. Except, in our case, it would be 'get off of my man, dillhole.' I think it'd have the same effect, don't you? *smiles innocently*
Arctic Squirrel- Cliffhanger gooooooooooood *nodes head enthusiastically* cliffhanger very gooooooood. Why, you ask? Because us fanfic writers (members of the COFFWWJLTSYO a.k.a the Confederation Of Fan Fiction Writers Who Just Like To Screw You Over) love to see you squirm *evil grin*. We have meetings every full moon in an underground cock-fighting ring. There, we discuss how to make our reader's lives miserable, and, also, how ink comes out of pens. I mean, what is up with that? Once it comes in contact with paper, it's just like BAM! and you have ink! One of the many wonders of the world.
RoX-RoX- How could I leave it there? Well, my lack of a conscious comes in very handy when it comes to leaving readers in suspense. Plus, the COFFWWJLTSYO demands that we do it (see Arctic Squirrel's thank you).
TheSilverLady- oh no! Billy's on fire! Someone grab the water!... on second thought, grab some wood. I got me a nice little bond fire here.... what? I'm not aloud to sacrifice a child so that I can have a decent fire? What is this world coming to?.... see, I can be random too. Heehee.
Princessflowerchild- To tell you the truth, I think that that thing with you and your friend Sma is so cute! You guys read it together! *squeals* that's adorable. Sorry, I know I'm acting weird. Anyways, how far are you on OOTP? I got to ch. 20 something, but now it's just getting depressing. stupid Harry and all of his problems. Who do you think is going to die? I think it's Dumbledore, but I'm probably wrong, cause J. K. Rowling is very unpredictable in her writing. Have fun reading with your friend!
LittleRoo- :) heehee, mystical words? cooooool! As long as my words are English, I'm happy. But mystical, wow, that's so nice! Thank you! I guess mystical fits in really well with the whole Harry Potter thing. Him being magical and all.
Talia-Moon- why does Hermione have a cell phone? Because she lives with muggles (her parents), so I suppose she got all of the muggle perks. And how could anyone live without a cell phone?! Mine's like my air.... wow, that's a little dramatic. But still, who wouldn't want a cell phone? Besides the fact that they give you brain tumors, they're fantastic!
Mini veela- me so happy you like my story! Me smile lots when me read your reviews.... wow, it's like house elf talk except cooler! That's it, I'm abandoning my native tongue and talking mini vela talk from now on! Heehee, me like it already.
Cassandra- Glad you like it! I think I'd cry if you didn't :( Just kidding, that'd make me a wimp. Or, at least, it'd make me a girl. Which I already am, so I don't think anyone would notice. But maybe it'd make me more of a girl. You know, like, bigger boobs and everything. Hmmm... I could use some of those..... wow, crying isn't such a bad idea after all.... *begins to bawl and looks hopefully down at chest*
Herbie- Sorry for the nasty cliffhanger. But, nasty's good, right? I hope so.... No need to fret, I didn't make our beloved Draco gay. He's a fine specimen, and I would never dream of taking him off the tables to millions of horny girls. Me being one of them, of course.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND HELPED ME THROUGH THIS STORY! I COULDN'T HAVE FINISHED IT WITHOUT YOU!
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A/N: THAT'S IT!!!! So lame! I know :) I'm so proud of myself for finishing this! *pats self on back*.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!! YOU ALL GAVE ME MUCH NEEDED CONFIDENCE AND THE ENERGY IT REQUIRED FOR ME TO FINISH THIS :)
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Chapter 10: The End! (for lack of a better name)
"Hermione, I-" Came Ginny's voice from the stair way, but was quickly cut off with a gasp. She saw Hermione and Ron, sitting on the couch, with their faces centimeters from each other. But at the sound of her voice, Ron and Hermione both jumped back, away from each other, and looked at the floor with guilt written all over their faces.
"What is it Gin?" Hermione asked, sounding very annoyed. Ginny mouthed a few noiseless words, and finally sighed.
"It's.... ummm... nothing." Ginny said uncomfortable. Ron cleared his throat.
"I....umm.... should...... go help mum with supper." He said, getting up and half running in the opposite direction of the kitchen. Which was probably all for the best, because supper was over hours ago.
"I'm so sorry Hermione." Ginny said once her brother left. She ran over to the couch and kneeled down next to Hermione.
"It's fine."
"No it's not."
"I know." Hermione sighed, looking up at Ginny. "But I guess it's all for the best."
"No it's not."
"I know." Hermione sighed again, this time with more force. She got up and started pacing. "Why does something always have to happen?" Hermione asked.
"Ummm.....well....." Ginny stammered.
"That was a rhetorical question."
"Right." Ginny said, blushing a little.
"I mean, first Krum comes barging in when we were about to-"
"No!" Ginny shouted, holding up a hand, signaling Hermione to stop. "I'm happy *without* the mental picture, thank you."
"What, you don't want to hear that me and your brother were about to Shag. Like. Dogs?" Hermione asked slowly, pushing her face close to Ginny's.
Ginny sighed loudly. Well, it was more of a scream. "Thanks for that." She yelled.
"You deserved it."
"For what?"
Hermione stood there, jaw on the floor. "Were have *you* been? Remember? Walking in on Ron and I?! Interrupting us when I was about to-"
"Okay okay! I get it! I don't need a frame by frame recap!"
"Sorry." Hermione said, her voice softer then before.
"If you like him so much, then why don't you just go and kiss him right now?" Ginny asked, receiving a were-you-born-yesterday look from Hermione.
"How did you ever get Malfoy to like you?" Hermione asked in disbelief.
"Excuse me?" Ginny yelled. "What is that suppose to mean?"
"You don't just go up to a guy and kiss him!" Hermione yelled, looking at Ginny like she was insane. "Especially when he doesn't know that you like him."
"Okay, remind me again, how does Ron not know yet?"
"Because you're brother's as thick as a brick wall." Hermione said. Ginny nodded in agreement.
"So go tell him that you like him." Ginny said simply. Hermione's jaw again found it's way back down to the floor.
"I'm beginning to wonder if you and your brother have more in common then I thought." Hermione scoffed.
"Why?"
"Because you can't do that!"
"Why not?!"
"Because.... I don't know! It's a rule!"
"Where did you read this rule?! What, is there a rule book for dating?"
"Yea, it's called common sense."
"Hermione," Ginny sighed, finally using her indoor voice. "what if he likes you? Do you really want to waste all of this time apart when you might be perfect for each other?"
Hermione didn't know what to say. She knew that she loved Ron. She'd always loved Ron and would no matter what he did or said. The only question was, did he love her? Did he get that tingle in the pit of his stomach when he saw her? Did his brain suddenly forget how to hablo ingles when she was around? Or was she just kidding herself and leading her heart down another road that could only end with her being miserable.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked. Hermione, who had been looking off into the distance for a while, snapped to attention and looked at Ginny with confused eyes. "Are you going to..."
"Yea. I think I'm going to go tell Ron." Hermione said, smiling nervously.
"Oh, I was just going to ask if you were going to puke, but okay." Ginny said. Hermione eyed her curiously. "You were looking a little queasy." Hermione nodded, feeling how she looked. She took a deep breath and started toward the kitchen, only to come back a few seconds later with a lost look on her face.
"Ron's in his room." Ginny said, trying not to smile at how blind Hermione's love made her. Hermione blushed, muttered a thank you, and proceeded up the stairs. Her heart was beating so hard, she swore that it was making the house shake. But Hermione forced her feet to walk up the stairs, one in front of the other. Panic swept over her shaking body when she reached Ron's bedroom door.
Hermione reached for the doorknob, but suddenly stopped midway. Her hand recoiled as if it had been burnt. She stood there, debating whether or not to turn back. She finally raised her hand and knocked, very lightly. Hermione prayed that he hadn't heard, and had just turned to leave, when a voice broke through the silence.
"Come in." Ron's muffled voice commanded. Hermione considered pretending that she hadn't heard him, but decided against it. She slowly opened the door and stuck her head in. Ron was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He quickly looked up, and smiled when his eyes landed on Hermione. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't disgusted by the sight of her. That was a plus, right?
"Hermione." Ron said with a grin. She loved it when he said her name. The name that Hermione had hated for so many years, sounded like a priceless jewel when he said it. He made 'Hermione' sound exotic, like it was another language.
"Hey Ron." Hermione said, cursing herself for blushing at the pure sound of his name rolling off of her tongue. Ron didn't take his eyes off of her as she stumbled through the doorway. He put down his book, and stood up, all smiles.
"I..... need to talk to you." Hermione stuttered. She hated how stupid she got around him. Hermione Granger; class valedictorian, esteemed head of the Ministry of Magic, Order of Merlin first class, official bookworm and more commonly known as Ms. Know-it-all, couldn't even remember her native tongue when Ron was in the room.
She searched every inch of her brain for the words to describe how she felt for him. Ron stood there politely, silently looking on as Hermione tried to remember how simple English grammar worked. She pounded all of the cheesy lines that came straight from movies out of her head. "You complete me" and "you had me at hello" were forced from her brain, out her ear, and landed hard on the floor. She didn't need those unless she was really desperate. And, I mean, REALLY desperate. If she opened her mouth, and animal noises came out, then she might have to pick those lines up off of the ground, and stick them back in her head, only to come out of her mouth seconds later.
Hermione took a big, reassuring breath in. Just get it out. Like every intimate thing she'd had with Ron, it'd be over in a few minutes. "I.... I've been thinking about something for a really long time." She started stupidly, but not knowing what else to say. "And it'll drive me mad if I don't get it out soon..... I've been having these.... feelings for some time now.... and if I don't tell you, then I think the guilt and jealously is going to eat me alive." Hermione, who had been focusing on the floor, finally glanced up to see if Ron had caught on yet. She begged every higher being that he had, because she didn't have any more confidence left, and the only thing she wanted to do at that point was curl up into the fetal position and disappear. But Ron just looked at her with a furrowed brow. Normally, Hermione would find this irresistible, and want to shag him right then and there. But, at that very moment, she was completely devoid of energy, and wished that someone would run in, tap Ron on the shoulder, and whisper in his ear what Hermione was desperately trying to say.
"Ron," Hermione began again, with a shaky breath. "I... need to tell you something...." Ron looked rather alert by this point. Hermione took another reassuring breath, but found that she didn't have any left. She didn't have anything left to drive her, and tell her that she was doing fine and needed to tell him. Her motivator was gone on a coffee break, and wasn't going to be back any time soon.
"Okay, well, I better go." Hermione said, quickly turning to go. Ron gently grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving through the very welcoming door that was screaming at her to exit right then and there, and save herself from anymore humiliation.
"Mione," Ron said, making Hermione melt. She loved it when he called her that. It made her feel so special. Like he had taken many grueling hours out of his day to think up that name for her. She felt like a princess when he called her 'Mione.' As if everyone loved her. Well, as if Ron loved her. Which was all that mattered.
Hermione slowly turned around, finding her face to be only a few inches from Ron's. She could feel his breath on her cheeks, making her flush. Hermione was caught up in a dream world that was Ron's face. His eyes were pools of water that she seemed to be drowning in. But she didn't care. It was the best sensation she could have imagined. She felt light headed, and couldn't control the words that were tumbling out of her mouth.
"I.... I think I'm in love with you." Hermione heard herself say, feeling drunk on the mere color of Ron's eyes. She didn't even understand the words that traveled from her mouth to Ron's ears. But she didn't care anymore. Her feelings were completely exposed and she didn't feel any of the pain that she had been preparing herself for. Ron didn't answer, but he didn't have to. The look on his face was enough. His eyes, which had Hermione's full attention, crinkled up as a smile occupied his face. The sapphires in them danced, reflecting the fire of his joy.
Hermione was so caught up in Ron's face, and the feeling that was taking over her body, that it took a few second for her to feel Ron's lips on hers. But she didn't fight it. She kissed right back with such intensity that the entire world around her melted away. It was only until she heard the cry of a particularly wenchie Barbie, that she felt herself being pushed back into the cold waters of reality.
Hermione reluctantly pulled back from the kiss to see if her worst fears had come true. And, low and behold, there was a rather red faced Brigit, standing in the doorway. Hermione expected Ron to jump fifty feet away from her and act like nothing had happened, like he did whenever someone walked in on them. But he didn't. Ron stood there, his arms still around Hermione, waiting boldly to see if he was going to get bitch slapped.
Every Weasley in the house came rushing to Ron's room when they heard Brigit scream. Ginny stopped dead when she saw Hermione in Ron's arms, and a huge smile spread across her face. She gave Hermione a little wave, which Hermione returned, not being able to help the smile that was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Sure, Brigit was probably going to murder her in her sleep, but Hermione had just confessed her love to the guy she had been crushing on since first year. A huge, guilty burden had been lifted from her. And she finally felt like she could stand up straight and proud, knowing that Ron loved her back.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Brigit screamed. Ron just smiled, and pulled Hermione closer to him. "Ronald Weasley, you better explain yourself right now. I have never been more disappointed of you in my whole life... well, maybe that one time at the carnival when you failed to win me that stuffed bear. But this is a close second!" Aaaaand the blondeness shows though. "How could you? And, why would you want to?" Brigit asked with disgust. Oh, honey, don't go there. "I mean, look at her." Never hit a lady. NEVER hit a lady. "I'm not sure if you understand this Ron, but I'm a MODEL." She said, talking slowly. "And she's..." Don't you dare. "She's..." I WILL kill you. "She's... such a nerd." Hermione smiled proudly at this statement. Ron didn't seemed convinced by Brigit's argument. In fact, he seemed even more attached to Hermione the more Brigit talked. "If you pick this bitch over me, I'm going to-" and that was about the times Fred decided to cut in. He roughly stuffed a piece of fudge in Brigit's opened mouth. She looked rather puzzled as to, once she bit down, she couldn't open her mouth. Hermione couldn't help it, and doubled over in laughter. Ron quickly followed.
Everyone in the Weasley family watched, through teary eyes, as Brigit made pathetic noises and looked around helplessly, her eyes as big as dinner plates. She looked like a frantic, but well dressed, deer caught in headlights.
"Fred, that was a terrible thing to do." Mrs. Weasley said in between fits of laughter. She tried her best to sound strict. "Please go fix our guest." Fred obeyed, and everyone left, leaving Ron and Hermione alone.
"Well, that was just about the funniest thing I've ever seen." Hermione commented, turning back to Ron.
"I know." Ron laughed. "It's nice to see her with her mouth shut for once."
"Why did you ever go out with her?" Hermione asked.
"Because I was in denial." Ron said truthfully, gazing into Hermione's chocolate brown eyes. "I didn't want to admit that I was in love with my best friend, so I went for girls who were the complete opposite." Hermione smiled.
"I'm sure Brigit and I have something in common." She said with a laugh. "Has she ever read Hogwarts: A History? Or does she just stick to Dr. Seuss?"
"I'm serious." Ron laughed. "You two are polar opposites. I mean, Brigit spends hours in the bathroom, doing her hair and makeup. She's such a girl when it comes to spiders. And she won't go out of the house without looking in the mirror a hundred times. But you, you are different. You don't care what other people thing." He said, cupping her face with his hand. "You wear what you want, when you want. And you don't do all of the girly shit that everyone else does."
"Are you saying that I'm not a girl?" Hermione teased. "I thought we cleared this up fourth year."
"No." Ron laughed. "You are definitely a girl. You are all girl." He gave Hermione a once over and wagged his eyebrows. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "But you are your own person. That's what I love about you." He gazed into Hermione's eyes again, a permanent smile on his face. "It just took me a while to realize that."
"Yea, twelve years." Hermione scoffed. But Ron cut her off by placing his lips on hers.
Finally, everything was perfect. Brigit was going back to her Barbie mansion, and Hermione was with Ron. It was the way the universe had intended it to be. And, if not, then Hermione had the bitchyness she needed to change it. Ah, bitchyness. Never leave home without it.
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Athene- lol, you are so right. Ron is rather violent, isn't he? All well, I figured I'd make him a bit of a Gandhi in this story. I mean, I already swear like a sailor, so why add violence to that? Besides, I'm mad at Krum at the moment, so I don't want him appearing in my story just yet. Not that I have much of a choice, since this story's already finished. But, maybe, in a parallel universe, some alien is writing the same story, and decides to have Krum killed by Ron's hired thugs. Ooooo, that'd be good. I'll have to check the internet for that....
Pixi Punkrocker- Is this long enough? I hope so, I have some sort of disability where my hands wont let me write long chapters. Well, not really, but it's a good excuse, right? I totally agree with you on the Harry front. He could use a trim... and, in OOTP, he's such a bastard, and his ego has grown to match Malfoy's. You thought the cow and sheep thing was gross? Well, you're among the majority.
Elizabeth Frost/Angelic Ashley- You are a genius, and, in case you don't know by know, I m bowing down to you at this very moment. Having the breakup scene would have been fun! But isn't breaking Krum's confidence always enjoyable? That would've been so good! *sigh* all well, I guess you readers will just have to use your active imaginations to picture Krum breaking down in tears like a five year old girl.... damn that would've been fun to write!
OtterMoon- The first one you suggested, where Krum falls in love w/ Brigit, me and my friend Stacy were thinking the same thing! But I didn't wanna bring back Krum, cause he's annoying. So I settled with this ending. But this is pretty close to your 3a. suggestion! Thank you so much for all of the ideas!
Awonkachonka- :) I'm glad the Friends line was funny coming out of Mrs. Weasley, I was hoping it would be, but some people don't like it when you don't use your own lines. But, screw those people!... You read my mind when you said I wouldn't write till after OOTP came out. I spent 15 hours one day just reading OOTP so that I could finish it quickly and get back to writing. I'm still not done, but I couldn't wait any longer to write this!
Mimi- *cringes* I'm sorry! I didn't mean to put another blonde stereotype in the apology for the first blonde stereotype! God, I'm so bad with this kinda stuff. I'm sure blondes have just as much fun as the rest of us *smiles* please don't hate me! I love all hair colors equally! Even people without hair! Stupid Brigit! It's all her fault! If she wasn't blonde and stupid, then this never would have happened. Damn Brigit's educators! Damn them all!
E.stell- I just read the 2nd chapter of your story, omg, you better write more soon! It's sooooo good! There are so many questions that I want answered!!!!! I'm having the same reaction about your story that you had about mine... WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME? MORE! NOW!.... see? It's contagious. Thanks for calling me a great writer :) and, yes, flattery works so well. Nice, work, I'm very proud.
Foags- haha! I know you'd know the Friends line!... happy? No gay Draco. I agree that he's a hottie, and I'm sure many men feel the same way. BUT HE'S OURS!!!! HANDS OFF!!!! And same goes for Ron!... no more waiting! OOTP is out!!! I read it for 15 hours yesterday with only two half hour breaks. I'm only on chapter 20 something, and I wanna know who dies!!!!! I bet it's Dumbledore. My sister, who doesn't even like HP, found out who died and is now rubbing it in my face. Grrrr!... sorry for giving you the horrible excuse for male jewelry that Joey gave Chandler, but in my case, in the form of a story. But, you know, if I *did* give you the "women repeller", then we could put it to good use. Just put it on Draco's wrist and BAM! no other women will like him and he's all ours. And if any girl comes by him, we can scream, "In the words of A. A. Milne, 'Get out of my chair, dillhole!" - Chandler talking to Joey. Except, in our case, it would be 'get off of my man, dillhole.' I think it'd have the same effect, don't you? *smiles innocently*
Arctic Squirrel- Cliffhanger gooooooooooood *nodes head enthusiastically* cliffhanger very gooooooood. Why, you ask? Because us fanfic writers (members of the COFFWWJLTSYO a.k.a the Confederation Of Fan Fiction Writers Who Just Like To Screw You Over) love to see you squirm *evil grin*. We have meetings every full moon in an underground cock-fighting ring. There, we discuss how to make our reader's lives miserable, and, also, how ink comes out of pens. I mean, what is up with that? Once it comes in contact with paper, it's just like BAM! and you have ink! One of the many wonders of the world.
RoX-RoX- How could I leave it there? Well, my lack of a conscious comes in very handy when it comes to leaving readers in suspense. Plus, the COFFWWJLTSYO demands that we do it (see Arctic Squirrel's thank you).
TheSilverLady- oh no! Billy's on fire! Someone grab the water!... on second thought, grab some wood. I got me a nice little bond fire here.... what? I'm not aloud to sacrifice a child so that I can have a decent fire? What is this world coming to?.... see, I can be random too. Heehee.
Princessflowerchild- To tell you the truth, I think that that thing with you and your friend Sma is so cute! You guys read it together! *squeals* that's adorable. Sorry, I know I'm acting weird. Anyways, how far are you on OOTP? I got to ch. 20 something, but now it's just getting depressing. stupid Harry and all of his problems. Who do you think is going to die? I think it's Dumbledore, but I'm probably wrong, cause J. K. Rowling is very unpredictable in her writing. Have fun reading with your friend!
LittleRoo- :) heehee, mystical words? cooooool! As long as my words are English, I'm happy. But mystical, wow, that's so nice! Thank you! I guess mystical fits in really well with the whole Harry Potter thing. Him being magical and all.
Talia-Moon- why does Hermione have a cell phone? Because she lives with muggles (her parents), so I suppose she got all of the muggle perks. And how could anyone live without a cell phone?! Mine's like my air.... wow, that's a little dramatic. But still, who wouldn't want a cell phone? Besides the fact that they give you brain tumors, they're fantastic!
Mini veela- me so happy you like my story! Me smile lots when me read your reviews.... wow, it's like house elf talk except cooler! That's it, I'm abandoning my native tongue and talking mini vela talk from now on! Heehee, me like it already.
Cassandra- Glad you like it! I think I'd cry if you didn't :( Just kidding, that'd make me a wimp. Or, at least, it'd make me a girl. Which I already am, so I don't think anyone would notice. But maybe it'd make me more of a girl. You know, like, bigger boobs and everything. Hmmm... I could use some of those..... wow, crying isn't such a bad idea after all.... *begins to bawl and looks hopefully down at chest*
Herbie- Sorry for the nasty cliffhanger. But, nasty's good, right? I hope so.... No need to fret, I didn't make our beloved Draco gay. He's a fine specimen, and I would never dream of taking him off the tables to millions of horny girls. Me being one of them, of course.
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED AND HELPED ME THROUGH THIS STORY! I COULDN'T HAVE FINISHED IT WITHOUT YOU!
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A/N: THAT'S IT!!!! So lame! I know :) I'm so proud of myself for finishing this! *pats self on back*.
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!! YOU ALL GAVE ME MUCH NEEDED CONFIDENCE AND THE ENERGY IT REQUIRED FOR ME TO FINISH THIS :)