Author note is at the end, you read better when it is anyway, oh but I don't own Harry potter, unfortunate and really sad to say...... Oh, I finished Red Haired Hero, if anyone cares...... Well, stop reading this, I said the Author Note was at The END!
Hermione sat there deep in thought over the game of Wizards' Chess. Ron was winning, I mean, when didn't he?
"Pawn to C4." Hermione sad scared for her white pawn.
"Pawn to C4." Ron gushed out obviously bored.
"Hermione are you mad at my brothers and I?"
"Ron, you saw me in my thong and bra. I didn't want you to come in, and yet you went against my wishes and used MAGIC!" Hermione said very overwhelmed by the thought, "Knight to E5."
"That was a thong?" Ron asked quizzically, "Pawn to E5."
"Yes, and it was quite embarrassing having you all see me in a towel this morning also. Very Short towel in fact." she said oblivious to Ron trying to sneak a look under the table, to see if she was wearing a thong, "Queen to D6."
Just then Ron fell off his chair, Hermione didn't realized he fell until the loud thud shook the whole floor.
"Ron are you alright?" she asked going on the floor hands and knees, looking at Ron the way Madame Promphrey would.
"Yup, 'Mione. I'm okay. Can you help me up?" Ron asked hopeful.
"Sure." Hermione said standing over Ron so Ron could obviously see up her skirt. She didn't mean for that to happen, but it was the only way to lift him up.
"Thanks 'Mione. I appreciate that, a lot, uhm, aren't you warm in that sweater?" Ron asked once he was up and realized what she was wearing on the outside.
"Yes. Actually I am. But we're playing Wizards' Chess. I can't ask you to leave the room when I invited you in." Hermione said.
"So, don't make me leave the room, just change in front of me. I don't care. I'll close my eyes if you want, you know." Ron said, again hopeful.
"Okay, I guess. Well, turn around!" Hermione said not wanting to show her body too much. She had after all just had practically her whole body seen by half the boys in the Weasly family.
She opened up her trunk and picked out a tee that said, 'I can only please one person a day. TODAY is NOT your day. (I don't think tomorrow is either.)'. It was one of her shirts that she wore around the house and it obviously was a shirt that wouldn't keep her very warm. She put it on, but while she did Ron was staring. Hermione obviously didn't know; she was too busy because she was hurrying, she actually wanted White to win for chess, she actually cared.
"Alright Ron, I'm done you can turn...." Hermione said astonished at the scene that lay before her, Ron was staring happy his curiosity was not a problem anymore. "Ronald Weasly? Did you watch me that whole time?"
"Uh, no."
"Are you sure? Did you see me change at all?"
"Um, no. Not that I can recall."
"Ronald, GET OUT! I can't believe that you would do this to me! I can't believe you'd even try; after I specifically; Get out." Hermione said as she pushed Ron out her bedroom door.
"OK." Ron said as soon as he was out the door.
"UGH!!!!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn-:"
"NO.. I said Go AWAY!" Hermione screamed after his last statement.
"Hello Granger. Hello."
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, it's me. Draco Malfoy."
"Did you see me change? How long have you been here? Why are you here? GET OUT!"
"Tisk, Tisk, integrative little woman aren't you?"
"Get the Hell away from me!" Hermione screamed as he grabbed her hands.
"I am here on behalf of love, Hermione." he said breaking in a little to close for comfort.
"Love? Right! Love what to torture Mudbloods?"
"No, not Mudbloods. Love, I love you."
"Oh, I get it, you must still think I want to go to your house."
"No. I want to get us our own house. I want you with me."
"Sorry I'm taken."
"By who?"
"Ron of course!" she said almost happy. She liked Ron and Ron liked her.
"Are my eyes deceiving or did you just like, get into a fight? I mean have you even ever kissed that klutz?"
"No. But when I do, it'll be better than kissing anyone especially you."
"Moi? Well, I speak french. Does Weasly do that?"
"Mr. Ron Weasly is the sweetest guy I have ever met. He's caring. He's kind. He doesn't call me Mudblood. He defends me, when I can't defend myself. Ronald Weasly is my hero."
"Red Hair, Granger. Red Hair. Don't you prefer good looking guys?"
"Ron is the best looking guy I have ever seen."
"Then you obviously have never seen me!"
"Yes, I'm examining you closely right now, and you look like a poor defenseless rich kid."
"You prefer poor people too?" Draco said utterly amazed at her wit.
"I could care less. I don't care if Ron couldn't afford to buy me a Chocolate Frog, I couldn't give damn. You know why Malfoy?" She said trying to get up and was succeeding.
"Why?"
"Because I'd get my own taste of sugar kissing him, and that is all I want. Not you. Him. Ron Weasly.
"Whatever Granger. You'll regret not having me."
"I won't regret crap."
"Good-bye for now then, I'll come visit you more over the summer. It is after all only day two of break."
And with that utterly stupid Malfoy was gone.
"Thank God."
Hermione decided on apologizing to Ron, and to bring his Chess stuff back.
Knock, Knock.
"Who's there?" Ron asked.
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Me Hermione. Can we talk?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, of curse, come in."
Hermione opened the door surprised to see Ron in his boxer shorts and no shirt.
"Hey at least this way you can get back at me! I'm half naked now." Ron said sort of stumbling over what to say.
"Ron, I don't care anymore! But you look, well...." She blushed for a moment and locked eyes with him.
"Come here 'Mione!" Ron said opening his arms for a hug.
And as they hugged for the second time in two days, they both felt happy just to be in each other's arms.
"Hermione? Will you read to me?" Ron asked as they both fell down on his Chudley Cannons bed.
"Sure, why not." Hermione answered, clutching the nearest book, Hogwarts, A History. "It's about time this book was read."
They both got comfortable. Ron was up against the wall, his head resting in his left hand. Hermione was laying on her back as close to Ron as she could get.
Ron, with his other hand, picked up his bedspread, and laid it over Hermione and himself.
"Hogwarts, a very old building, located in London, England....." Hermione read.
Soon enough the two fell asleep together, in each other's arms.
Hi everyone thank you for reviewing, here it is the___ chapter. Can't remember what number it is, but I can remember to tell you to REVIEW! AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! REVIEW!!!!! I'll write the next chapter then.
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~~~~~Margarita Mocha
Hermione sat there deep in thought over the game of Wizards' Chess. Ron was winning, I mean, when didn't he?
"Pawn to C4." Hermione sad scared for her white pawn.
"Pawn to C4." Ron gushed out obviously bored.
"Hermione are you mad at my brothers and I?"
"Ron, you saw me in my thong and bra. I didn't want you to come in, and yet you went against my wishes and used MAGIC!" Hermione said very overwhelmed by the thought, "Knight to E5."
"That was a thong?" Ron asked quizzically, "Pawn to E5."
"Yes, and it was quite embarrassing having you all see me in a towel this morning also. Very Short towel in fact." she said oblivious to Ron trying to sneak a look under the table, to see if she was wearing a thong, "Queen to D6."
Just then Ron fell off his chair, Hermione didn't realized he fell until the loud thud shook the whole floor.
"Ron are you alright?" she asked going on the floor hands and knees, looking at Ron the way Madame Promphrey would.
"Yup, 'Mione. I'm okay. Can you help me up?" Ron asked hopeful.
"Sure." Hermione said standing over Ron so Ron could obviously see up her skirt. She didn't mean for that to happen, but it was the only way to lift him up.
"Thanks 'Mione. I appreciate that, a lot, uhm, aren't you warm in that sweater?" Ron asked once he was up and realized what she was wearing on the outside.
"Yes. Actually I am. But we're playing Wizards' Chess. I can't ask you to leave the room when I invited you in." Hermione said.
"So, don't make me leave the room, just change in front of me. I don't care. I'll close my eyes if you want, you know." Ron said, again hopeful.
"Okay, I guess. Well, turn around!" Hermione said not wanting to show her body too much. She had after all just had practically her whole body seen by half the boys in the Weasly family.
She opened up her trunk and picked out a tee that said, 'I can only please one person a day. TODAY is NOT your day. (I don't think tomorrow is either.)'. It was one of her shirts that she wore around the house and it obviously was a shirt that wouldn't keep her very warm. She put it on, but while she did Ron was staring. Hermione obviously didn't know; she was too busy because she was hurrying, she actually wanted White to win for chess, she actually cared.
"Alright Ron, I'm done you can turn...." Hermione said astonished at the scene that lay before her, Ron was staring happy his curiosity was not a problem anymore. "Ronald Weasly? Did you watch me that whole time?"
"Uh, no."
"Are you sure? Did you see me change at all?"
"Um, no. Not that I can recall."
"Ronald, GET OUT! I can't believe that you would do this to me! I can't believe you'd even try; after I specifically; Get out." Hermione said as she pushed Ron out her bedroom door.
"OK." Ron said as soon as he was out the door.
"UGH!!!!" Hermione screamed.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn-:"
"NO.. I said Go AWAY!" Hermione screamed after his last statement.
"Hello Granger. Hello."
"Malfoy?"
"Yes, it's me. Draco Malfoy."
"Did you see me change? How long have you been here? Why are you here? GET OUT!"
"Tisk, Tisk, integrative little woman aren't you?"
"Get the Hell away from me!" Hermione screamed as he grabbed her hands.
"I am here on behalf of love, Hermione." he said breaking in a little to close for comfort.
"Love? Right! Love what to torture Mudbloods?"
"No, not Mudbloods. Love, I love you."
"Oh, I get it, you must still think I want to go to your house."
"No. I want to get us our own house. I want you with me."
"Sorry I'm taken."
"By who?"
"Ron of course!" she said almost happy. She liked Ron and Ron liked her.
"Are my eyes deceiving or did you just like, get into a fight? I mean have you even ever kissed that klutz?"
"No. But when I do, it'll be better than kissing anyone especially you."
"Moi? Well, I speak french. Does Weasly do that?"
"Mr. Ron Weasly is the sweetest guy I have ever met. He's caring. He's kind. He doesn't call me Mudblood. He defends me, when I can't defend myself. Ronald Weasly is my hero."
"Red Hair, Granger. Red Hair. Don't you prefer good looking guys?"
"Ron is the best looking guy I have ever seen."
"Then you obviously have never seen me!"
"Yes, I'm examining you closely right now, and you look like a poor defenseless rich kid."
"You prefer poor people too?" Draco said utterly amazed at her wit.
"I could care less. I don't care if Ron couldn't afford to buy me a Chocolate Frog, I couldn't give damn. You know why Malfoy?" She said trying to get up and was succeeding.
"Why?"
"Because I'd get my own taste of sugar kissing him, and that is all I want. Not you. Him. Ron Weasly.
"Whatever Granger. You'll regret not having me."
"I won't regret crap."
"Good-bye for now then, I'll come visit you more over the summer. It is after all only day two of break."
And with that utterly stupid Malfoy was gone.
"Thank God."
Hermione decided on apologizing to Ron, and to bring his Chess stuff back.
Knock, Knock.
"Who's there?" Ron asked.
"It's me."
"Me who?"
"Me Hermione. Can we talk?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, of curse, come in."
Hermione opened the door surprised to see Ron in his boxer shorts and no shirt.
"Hey at least this way you can get back at me! I'm half naked now." Ron said sort of stumbling over what to say.
"Ron, I don't care anymore! But you look, well...." She blushed for a moment and locked eyes with him.
"Come here 'Mione!" Ron said opening his arms for a hug.
And as they hugged for the second time in two days, they both felt happy just to be in each other's arms.
"Hermione? Will you read to me?" Ron asked as they both fell down on his Chudley Cannons bed.
"Sure, why not." Hermione answered, clutching the nearest book, Hogwarts, A History. "It's about time this book was read."
They both got comfortable. Ron was up against the wall, his head resting in his left hand. Hermione was laying on her back as close to Ron as she could get.
Ron, with his other hand, picked up his bedspread, and laid it over Hermione and himself.
"Hogwarts, a very old building, located in London, England....." Hermione read.
Soon enough the two fell asleep together, in each other's arms.
Hi everyone thank you for reviewing, here it is the___ chapter. Can't remember what number it is, but I can remember to tell you to REVIEW! AS MUCH AS YOU CAN! REVIEW!!!!! I'll write the next chapter then.
Buh-Bye
~~~~~Margarita Mocha
