Author's Note: What's this? I thought this was a Harry/Ginny story! Those
of you who had been reading this story, "Two Year Waiting List", are
probably very confused right now. See, I based this fic on a Friends
episode that I saw, basing Harry as Chandler, and Ginny as Monica. But then
I realized that Ron seemed fit to be compared to Chandler. So I changed
this whole story around. I deleted the first one I wrote. Sorry to anyone
who is mad about that. Hopefully this one will turn out how I want it to
be. Enjoy!
Two Year Waiting List By happythoughts
Prologue
Ron couldn't sleep. It was two o'clock in the morning, according his watch. He had gone to sleep at 11 PM, the same time as all of the other boys. He shifted his body around, trying to find a more comfortable position. He let out a frustrated groan and threw his covers off of his body and quietly got out of his bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping boys.
He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he found himself staring down at the Gryffindor Common Room from the staircase leading to his dormitory. He heard a sniff.
Ron froze and went to grab for his wand. Damnit, he thought. S'not there.
He heard another sniff, and this time, a little sob complimented it.
He quietly descended the stairs, trying not to startle whoever was crying. Following the sounds of the sniffling person, he found himself looking at someone curled up in a small ball, sitting on the window seat. Her hair was brown, and frizzed out to Ireland. When he realized who it was, his hard, alert face, softened.
"Hermione?"
She jumped and gave a little yelp. Ron saw that her face was tear- streaked, with new fresh ones falling freely down her beautiful face. She quickly wiped away the droplets and quietly said, "Hi, Ron."
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
She didn't answer for a few unbearable seconds. Finally, she said softly, "Today was my parent's twentieth anniversary."
Ron's stomach tightened. He couldn't help but notice how Hermione had used the word, was, in that sentence. He hesitated, and then sat down on the window seat, facing her.
He didn't know what to say to her except, "I'm sorry."
Hermione laughed, sounding almost evil, and snapped, "Well, it's not like you killed them or anything."
Ron's eyes widened. Not knowing what to say, he did the thing that he thought was best to do at a time like this. He hesitantly lifted his left hand and laid it on Hermione's shoulder, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, without warning, Hermione let out a fresh new batch of tears and flung her arms around Ron, crying hysterically.
Ron was used to Hermione hugging himself and Harry out of nowhere. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around Hermione's shaking body, and said, "Shhh.don't worry."
He would have said, "Don't cry," or something of the sort, but he felt that Hermione needed to release her anguish. It had been a year since her parents' murder by Voldemort. He could not even put himself in her position. His parents were alive. He had been lucky this time.
After a few minutes, Hermione seemed to calm down. She lifted her head looked at Ron. Ron stared at her beautiful, big, brown eyes. After a few seconds, but seeming like a lifetime to Ron, Hermione looked away, obviously embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to snap at you. Thank you for comforting me." She looked at him again, this time, with a grateful smile.
Ron gulped and nodded his head. He couldn't help but stare at Hermione's beautiful smile that always lit up her face. Without realizing what he was doing, he reached out and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
Hermione gave a small gasp and stared back at him. Ron left his hand in her hair for a few moments. Gently, he started to pull his fingers throughout it. Although it looked quite bushy and tangled, that night, it felt to him as silky smooth and soft. He saw Hermione close her eyes, relishing the moment.
And then .
They were kissing.
Ron couldn't remember how it had started, who had started it, or how it ended. But he did remember how soft Hermione's lips were, and how he could taste her tears on them. (He now knew what Harry had meant when he said that his kiss with Cho was salty.) He remembered how when their lips had first met, both his and Hermione's eyes were wide open, staring at each other, not believing what was happening. He remembered how she had hungrily pulled Ron on top of her. He remembered how her hands played with his hair, and how good it had felt. He remembered her tiny moans, and his grunts.
He had to painfully let himself go back up to his dormitory alone, without her, before getting caught by someone. After a few more stolen kisses, he watched Hermione quietly run up her steps, much happier then when he had found her earlier that morning. His heart leapt when she reached the top of the stairs, turned around, and gave him a little wave.
He had no problem sleeping every night after that.
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Two Year Waiting List By happythoughts
Prologue
Ron couldn't sleep. It was two o'clock in the morning, according his watch. He had gone to sleep at 11 PM, the same time as all of the other boys. He shifted his body around, trying to find a more comfortable position. He let out a frustrated groan and threw his covers off of his body and quietly got out of his bed, trying not to wake the other sleeping boys.
He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he found himself staring down at the Gryffindor Common Room from the staircase leading to his dormitory. He heard a sniff.
Ron froze and went to grab for his wand. Damnit, he thought. S'not there.
He heard another sniff, and this time, a little sob complimented it.
He quietly descended the stairs, trying not to startle whoever was crying. Following the sounds of the sniffling person, he found himself looking at someone curled up in a small ball, sitting on the window seat. Her hair was brown, and frizzed out to Ireland. When he realized who it was, his hard, alert face, softened.
"Hermione?"
She jumped and gave a little yelp. Ron saw that her face was tear- streaked, with new fresh ones falling freely down her beautiful face. She quickly wiped away the droplets and quietly said, "Hi, Ron."
"What's wrong?" he asked her.
She didn't answer for a few unbearable seconds. Finally, she said softly, "Today was my parent's twentieth anniversary."
Ron's stomach tightened. He couldn't help but notice how Hermione had used the word, was, in that sentence. He hesitated, and then sat down on the window seat, facing her.
He didn't know what to say to her except, "I'm sorry."
Hermione laughed, sounding almost evil, and snapped, "Well, it's not like you killed them or anything."
Ron's eyes widened. Not knowing what to say, he did the thing that he thought was best to do at a time like this. He hesitantly lifted his left hand and laid it on Hermione's shoulder, squeezing it gently. Suddenly, without warning, Hermione let out a fresh new batch of tears and flung her arms around Ron, crying hysterically.
Ron was used to Hermione hugging himself and Harry out of nowhere. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around Hermione's shaking body, and said, "Shhh.don't worry."
He would have said, "Don't cry," or something of the sort, but he felt that Hermione needed to release her anguish. It had been a year since her parents' murder by Voldemort. He could not even put himself in her position. His parents were alive. He had been lucky this time.
After a few minutes, Hermione seemed to calm down. She lifted her head looked at Ron. Ron stared at her beautiful, big, brown eyes. After a few seconds, but seeming like a lifetime to Ron, Hermione looked away, obviously embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to snap at you. Thank you for comforting me." She looked at him again, this time, with a grateful smile.
Ron gulped and nodded his head. He couldn't help but stare at Hermione's beautiful smile that always lit up her face. Without realizing what he was doing, he reached out and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear.
Hermione gave a small gasp and stared back at him. Ron left his hand in her hair for a few moments. Gently, he started to pull his fingers throughout it. Although it looked quite bushy and tangled, that night, it felt to him as silky smooth and soft. He saw Hermione close her eyes, relishing the moment.
And then .
They were kissing.
Ron couldn't remember how it had started, who had started it, or how it ended. But he did remember how soft Hermione's lips were, and how he could taste her tears on them. (He now knew what Harry had meant when he said that his kiss with Cho was salty.) He remembered how when their lips had first met, both his and Hermione's eyes were wide open, staring at each other, not believing what was happening. He remembered how she had hungrily pulled Ron on top of her. He remembered how her hands played with his hair, and how good it had felt. He remembered her tiny moans, and his grunts.
He had to painfully let himself go back up to his dormitory alone, without her, before getting caught by someone. After a few more stolen kisses, he watched Hermione quietly run up her steps, much happier then when he had found her earlier that morning. His heart leapt when she reached the top of the stairs, turned around, and gave him a little wave.
He had no problem sleeping every night after that.
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