Permission

By: epiphanies

Disclaimer: Take a wild guess and suppose I'm JK Rowling. Why would I be writing on here? *shakes head at stupidity*



Just a note: This is an OoP excerpt.





Hermione trudged up the stairs with Harry following the crowd, which was still singing "Weasley is Our King."

Once she entered the common room, drinks were being passed around as the chorus of the song ended with a round of applause.

She glanced at Ron, who was grinning uncontrollably at Ginny, both flushed in the face with exhilaration.

She and Harry walked over to them and she grabbed Ron in a hug.

"And that's why the Gryffindor all sing," she whispered in his ear, then pulled back and smiled at him.

Harry and Ginny grinned at each other, and Harry and Ron shook hands.

Later that night, when only Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Harry sat in the common room, Ron and Hermione, so immersed in conversation, didn't notice that Ginny and Harry had fallen asleep.

Ron glanced at Hermione, and she smiled faintly.

"I noticed something when you hugged me today," said Ron quietly.

She raised her eyebrows, "And what was that?"

He blushed slightly, "You wear that...er, perfume. The perfume from Christmas."

"Of course I do," she bit her lip. She had been waiting for a moment like this - had it finally arrived?

"I didn't know you liked it."

"Of course I liked it."

"Oh...so, really unusual means good, then?"

"On that particular occasion," she batted her eyelashes unprofessionally, "Yes."

"Oh," he said as she moved over on the couch and rested her head daringly on his shoulder.

"Also very unusual was the match today," she murmured, looking into the fire.

He choked out a nervous guffaw as she brought her lips to his ear, "Weasley is our King, he can block every single ring..."

He laughed at turned his head slightly, as to look at her.

How blue his eyes were. How big and sky blue and terrified.

"Ron," Hermione said softly as his gaze moved from her eyes to become transfixed on her lips.

Before she knew what was happening, her lips were tingling with the soft pressure of his.

Over almost before it began, Ron pulled back from the kiss.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," he said quietly.

"Why?" she knitted her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Because, I didn't even ask you for permission. I just barged right in there, and decided to kiss you, without knowing how you felt about it and now I'm just a massive git!"

Hermione threw her head back and laughed.

"Ron, you don't always have to ask permission."

"Really?"

"Really," she reassured him, her eyes twinkling, "I read that somewhere."

He chuckled, "Why am I not surprised."

She grinned and leaned on his shoulder again.

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"What are we now?"

She smiled furtively, "What do you think?"

"I think," she could feel him swallow, "That I want to kiss you again."

She turned to him and whispered, "Permission granted," as he closed her mouth over his.

A moment later, Hermione heard a groan.

She and Ron pulled away immediately, then, upon seeing Harry stirring, exchanged a fleeting look before Hermione quickly scooted to the other end of the couch.

Harry's eyes fluttered and then he sat up and poked Ginny in the stomach.

He yawned, "Should we go up to bed, then?"

As Harry and Ron trudged up to the boys' stairs, Ron turned and mouthed, "Not until next summer."

Hermione nodded as she helped Ginny up to her own dormitory.

"Not until next summer."

But, in fact, she wouldn't have to wait - that night, she dreamed of nothing but Ron.





FIN