A/N: To Write or not to Write, That is the Question…Man oh man I really want to write something for ffn. Maybe I should that is a good Idea. I am a genius I am wonderful! Ahhhhh I will write for you and yet I know not what I will write of. I guess you have to read first. PS: It is not H/H okay? Oh, and no H/D either K? Oh yeah, and by the way, if it is OOC sorry really I am. See, you know how it is, I am American, I do not know what goes down in England, so sorry If it is QUOTE TOO AMERICAN for some of you English peeps, enjoy!
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Hermione's P.O.V
It was a bright Wednesday morning when I woke up, but looking at the large grand father clock in front of my bed, I realized I was late for class. At first, I couldn't believe it, but looking to my side I saw that everyone else had already gone. I shot out of bed and got ready faster than anyone could have imagined possible. Grabbing my books and putting on my shoes I quickly dashed to Transfiguration Class passing right through Nearly Headless Nick, for a moment I thought I had frozen solid, but I continued. As I reached the door of the Transfiguration classroom I swallowed and opened it quietly.
"Miss Granger, You're late. Class began an hour ago," Professor McGonagall said sternly penetrating Hermione with a deadly glare.
"I am really, really, sorry Professor, it will not happen again," I mumbled, blushing furiously as I took a seat next to Ron and Harry.
"I'd most certainly hope not, this is not at all like you Hermione, I'm very disappointed. I'm taking 10 points from Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said and then continued to teach how Animugus Transforming worked.
"Hermione I can't believe this happened, you were an hour late for class, this is…. it's…fascinating, wonderful, I'm so proud!" Ron exclaimed in a low whisper.
"Ron this is not at all funny. If I hadn't gotten up who knows what could have happened! I could have missed all the days classes, including Snapes potions test, imagine the points we could have lost," I said as I reached to my pile of books for my wand. I began to rummage through everything and let out a panicky shriek as I realized, in utter shock, I had not grabbed my wand on my way out of the door.
"Hermione, what's wrong are you felling okay?" Harry asked quizzically as I shook my head no.
"I left my wand in our common room. I won't be able to get it until lunch!" I said frantically.
"Have no fear! For the Running Weasel is here!" Ron exclaimed raising his hand into the air as though he were about to take off on a flight.
"Yes Mr. Weasley what is it you want now?" McGonagall asked knowing it had nothing at all to do with today's lesson.
"Can I go back to the common room really fast? I need to get something," Ron said smiling innocently.
"And what exactly is it that you want to get from your common room?" She questioned curiously.
"Well you see I was just so interested in the lesson that I thought maybe I could go and get this book I got all about transforming. It really would help everyone understand it a little better," Ron said as though this was the obvious.
"QUICKLY Mr. Weasley, we'll see about this…book…,"Professor McGonagall said as Ron headed for the door and shut it quietly behind him.
I sighed, and smiled in relief and thought to myself, *Oh I have to thank him for this one.*
Ron appeared in the doorway a few minutes later holding a book on how to become an Animugus. He handed it to McGonagall and then sat down again. Smiling he pulled out my wand from behind his back and asked "Is this what your looking for?"
I smiled gratefully, but as I reached for it he shock is head moving it out of my reach, "We can't have you being so grabby. I expect a reward for my long and treacherous journey."
"And what kind of reward did you have in mind grand and noble Weasel?" I asked trying not to break out in laughter.
"Now, now…I have helped the Damsel in Distress so I think my reward should be the best of the best, the greatest of the great, so I can be the gladdest of the glad," Ron said smiling mischievously.
My heart skipped a beat, I knew very well what he intended the reward to be. There was no doubt about it, "Oh I see the Weasel wants a kiss from the damsel huh?"
At this Harry, who had been listening to McGonagall intently propped up on his elbows, slid forward in shock knocking his glasses to the floor as well as Neville, who he accidentally hit.
"Neville, Harry, you both okay?" Parvati asked as she picked up Harry's glasses from the floor. They both nodded and quickly sat straight up as McGonagall gave them a disapproving glance.
"Well the Weasel finds that to be a suitable award, and when shall he receive it?" Ron asked a grin on his face.
"Well by the lake, tonight of course. It's the only possible way this can be arranged," I said blushing lightly at the thought of us….
"Tonight it is my lady," Ron said jokingly, kissing my hand to make our little play complete.
Tonight…I couldn't wait for tonight…there was no possible way that I could.
"You-that-It's-I-Your-this- am I dreaming?" Harry asked in shock.
"You tell me, I'm wide awake though," Ron said as he put down my hand.
***
The day truly could not go any slower, Potions is over and it is time for dinner. I have been waiting all day for our meeting at the lake. Could it possibly mean he liked me? it couldn't possibly be true could it?
"Hey Hermione over here," Harry yelled out distracting me from my thoughts. I happily walked to them.
"So are we ready for this lake meeting set for tonight?" Ron asked as I sat beside him.
"Oh, of course I am, I can barely stand to wait any longer for my Prince Charming, what a wonderful Weasel he is," I said sighing lovingly. Harry broke out in laughter and Ron and me followed suit. Dinner ended soon, too soon, and the two of us went to the blocked out area by the lake, sheltered by dozens of trees. I began wondering what was to happen, and when.
"So great Weasel, I'm aware that you are expecting a reward," I said.
"Oh yes," Ron replied drawing closer to me.
"You Weasel's are all the same," I stated taking a step closer.
Ron smiled and that was the last I saw before I shut my eyes. Our lips finally met, and everything seemed to disappear. The years we had fought, the times we had fallen, the days we wouldn't talk, they all seemed to leave in that single instant. It held a passion that had been locked away for so long. It didn't last very long and we soon broke apart, dazed. I stood in silent happiness, and I knew that Ron was thinking the same thing as I was.
"Well, I think that was more rewarding then anything I could have ever done," Ron muttered. Everything felt so perfect, so surreal.
"Ron, I don't know what to say," I whispered.
"Hermione, just say you'll be my girlfriend," Ron said looking into my eyes in hopefulness. I was thrilled, he had asked, truly asked me to be his girlfriend.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend! Yes," I exclaimed joyously.
"Yes? Really? You-you'll go out with me?" Ron asked in a bewildered amazement.
"There is no way that I could ever even imagine saying no," I replied without a hint of hesitation.
"I always thought you hated me though!" Ron stated slowly after a moment of silence.
"If anyone hated anyone, it was you who hated me. Please, I've always felt like I couldn't do anything around you to make sure you didn't hate me," I said barely believing what was happening.
"Hate you? I couldn't dream of really hating you!" Ron exclaimed in shock.
"What about in first year, after charms? Then last year, that was definitely hate!" I said.
"No it wasn't, come on Hermione, open your mind, I only said that stuff in first year because I felt like a fool, and I was…jealous," Ron said stalling before he completed his sentence.
"Jealous, you, you're not serious are you?" I inquired.
"Yeah, I am. It's all jealousy, now that I think of it," Ron muttered.
"What about fourth year though?" I asked.
"Hermione, I was jealous, I-I really did want you to go with me to the Yule Ball, that wasn't a joke," Ron said sighing.
"You mean Viktor? Ron, you know that that nothing happened between us, it was only the ball, I mean he's interesting enough to talk to, but he's just totally not right for me, you are though," I added in as I finished.
"Well, I guess that the both of us have been feeling the same way, and nervous about rejection," Ron said realizing how we must have been admiring each other from a distance. It has been so long, and we have been so blind.
******
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked as he saw his friend outside waving upwards.
"Nothing, just uh, waving to the birds," Harry quickly stated turning around.
"Really Harry? You're waving to the imaginary birds, the ones that come when it is winter?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Exactly! How did you know?" Harry said nervously.
"Come on, do you really think I'm dense or something? Now just tell me who it is you're waving to," Ron said looking toward the windows, the only person he saw though was Ginny, who quickly ducked away when Ron looked up.
"Look I told you it was no one, and besides shouldn't you be going over there?" Harry asked as he pointed to a bench that had been cleared of snow; there Hermione sat.
"You know mate, some times I just really don't understand how your mind works, I think you need to get out of this cold weather and go to the common room for some rest," Ron said shaking his head at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"Right, I'll go and get a few hours of sleep, or finish up some homework!" Harry said before he dashed quickly into the castle. He climbed swiftly up the staircases trying to make it to the common room in record speed.
"Password deary," The Fat Lady said moving her head to look at Harry.
"Purple Pickles," he said to the Fat Lady panting. The portrait hole swung open to revile a nearly empty common room, most of the students had left for the break, but and those who were still there were enjoying the few rays of sunlight outside, all Harry and Ginny that is. She was seated in the most comfortable armchair by the burning fire stroking Crookshanks lovingly.
"Harry, how did you get up here so fast?" Ginny asked as she looked up.
"Ron and Hermione, are at it again," Harry said as Ginny giggled.
A/N: Hi! Sup? Cheese? Whoa, so do you all love this START, notice it's a START well, would you like more? Are you alllllll begging for more, shall it return by popular demand??? Oh well, r/r/f w/e.
My quote for the day that it is…
"There is no intelligent life on other planets…they are probably just like us."
The Weasel's Damsel
By: Silver Ice
Hermione's P.O.V
It was a bright Wednesday morning when I woke up, but looking at the large grand father clock in front of my bed, I realized I was late for class. At first, I couldn't believe it, but looking to my side I saw that everyone else had already gone. I shot out of bed and got ready faster than anyone could have imagined possible. Grabbing my books and putting on my shoes I quickly dashed to Transfiguration Class passing right through Nearly Headless Nick, for a moment I thought I had frozen solid, but I continued. As I reached the door of the Transfiguration classroom I swallowed and opened it quietly.
"Miss Granger, You're late. Class began an hour ago," Professor McGonagall said sternly penetrating Hermione with a deadly glare.
"I am really, really, sorry Professor, it will not happen again," I mumbled, blushing furiously as I took a seat next to Ron and Harry.
"I'd most certainly hope not, this is not at all like you Hermione, I'm very disappointed. I'm taking 10 points from Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall said and then continued to teach how Animugus Transforming worked.
"Hermione I can't believe this happened, you were an hour late for class, this is…. it's…fascinating, wonderful, I'm so proud!" Ron exclaimed in a low whisper.
"Ron this is not at all funny. If I hadn't gotten up who knows what could have happened! I could have missed all the days classes, including Snapes potions test, imagine the points we could have lost," I said as I reached to my pile of books for my wand. I began to rummage through everything and let out a panicky shriek as I realized, in utter shock, I had not grabbed my wand on my way out of the door.
"Hermione, what's wrong are you felling okay?" Harry asked quizzically as I shook my head no.
"I left my wand in our common room. I won't be able to get it until lunch!" I said frantically.
"Have no fear! For the Running Weasel is here!" Ron exclaimed raising his hand into the air as though he were about to take off on a flight.
"Yes Mr. Weasley what is it you want now?" McGonagall asked knowing it had nothing at all to do with today's lesson.
"Can I go back to the common room really fast? I need to get something," Ron said smiling innocently.
"And what exactly is it that you want to get from your common room?" She questioned curiously.
"Well you see I was just so interested in the lesson that I thought maybe I could go and get this book I got all about transforming. It really would help everyone understand it a little better," Ron said as though this was the obvious.
"QUICKLY Mr. Weasley, we'll see about this…book…,"Professor McGonagall said as Ron headed for the door and shut it quietly behind him.
I sighed, and smiled in relief and thought to myself, *Oh I have to thank him for this one.*
Ron appeared in the doorway a few minutes later holding a book on how to become an Animugus. He handed it to McGonagall and then sat down again. Smiling he pulled out my wand from behind his back and asked "Is this what your looking for?"
I smiled gratefully, but as I reached for it he shock is head moving it out of my reach, "We can't have you being so grabby. I expect a reward for my long and treacherous journey."
"And what kind of reward did you have in mind grand and noble Weasel?" I asked trying not to break out in laughter.
"Now, now…I have helped the Damsel in Distress so I think my reward should be the best of the best, the greatest of the great, so I can be the gladdest of the glad," Ron said smiling mischievously.
My heart skipped a beat, I knew very well what he intended the reward to be. There was no doubt about it, "Oh I see the Weasel wants a kiss from the damsel huh?"
At this Harry, who had been listening to McGonagall intently propped up on his elbows, slid forward in shock knocking his glasses to the floor as well as Neville, who he accidentally hit.
"Neville, Harry, you both okay?" Parvati asked as she picked up Harry's glasses from the floor. They both nodded and quickly sat straight up as McGonagall gave them a disapproving glance.
"Well the Weasel finds that to be a suitable award, and when shall he receive it?" Ron asked a grin on his face.
"Well by the lake, tonight of course. It's the only possible way this can be arranged," I said blushing lightly at the thought of us….
"Tonight it is my lady," Ron said jokingly, kissing my hand to make our little play complete.
Tonight…I couldn't wait for tonight…there was no possible way that I could.
"You-that-It's-I-Your-this- am I dreaming?" Harry asked in shock.
"You tell me, I'm wide awake though," Ron said as he put down my hand.
***
The day truly could not go any slower, Potions is over and it is time for dinner. I have been waiting all day for our meeting at the lake. Could it possibly mean he liked me? it couldn't possibly be true could it?
"Hey Hermione over here," Harry yelled out distracting me from my thoughts. I happily walked to them.
"So are we ready for this lake meeting set for tonight?" Ron asked as I sat beside him.
"Oh, of course I am, I can barely stand to wait any longer for my Prince Charming, what a wonderful Weasel he is," I said sighing lovingly. Harry broke out in laughter and Ron and me followed suit. Dinner ended soon, too soon, and the two of us went to the blocked out area by the lake, sheltered by dozens of trees. I began wondering what was to happen, and when.
"So great Weasel, I'm aware that you are expecting a reward," I said.
"Oh yes," Ron replied drawing closer to me.
"You Weasel's are all the same," I stated taking a step closer.
Ron smiled and that was the last I saw before I shut my eyes. Our lips finally met, and everything seemed to disappear. The years we had fought, the times we had fallen, the days we wouldn't talk, they all seemed to leave in that single instant. It held a passion that had been locked away for so long. It didn't last very long and we soon broke apart, dazed. I stood in silent happiness, and I knew that Ron was thinking the same thing as I was.
"Well, I think that was more rewarding then anything I could have ever done," Ron muttered. Everything felt so perfect, so surreal.
"Ron, I don't know what to say," I whispered.
"Hermione, just say you'll be my girlfriend," Ron said looking into my eyes in hopefulness. I was thrilled, he had asked, truly asked me to be his girlfriend.
"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend! Yes," I exclaimed joyously.
"Yes? Really? You-you'll go out with me?" Ron asked in a bewildered amazement.
"There is no way that I could ever even imagine saying no," I replied without a hint of hesitation.
"I always thought you hated me though!" Ron stated slowly after a moment of silence.
"If anyone hated anyone, it was you who hated me. Please, I've always felt like I couldn't do anything around you to make sure you didn't hate me," I said barely believing what was happening.
"Hate you? I couldn't dream of really hating you!" Ron exclaimed in shock.
"What about in first year, after charms? Then last year, that was definitely hate!" I said.
"No it wasn't, come on Hermione, open your mind, I only said that stuff in first year because I felt like a fool, and I was…jealous," Ron said stalling before he completed his sentence.
"Jealous, you, you're not serious are you?" I inquired.
"Yeah, I am. It's all jealousy, now that I think of it," Ron muttered.
"What about fourth year though?" I asked.
"Hermione, I was jealous, I-I really did want you to go with me to the Yule Ball, that wasn't a joke," Ron said sighing.
"You mean Viktor? Ron, you know that that nothing happened between us, it was only the ball, I mean he's interesting enough to talk to, but he's just totally not right for me, you are though," I added in as I finished.
"Well, I guess that the both of us have been feeling the same way, and nervous about rejection," Ron said realizing how we must have been admiring each other from a distance. It has been so long, and we have been so blind.
******
"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron asked as he saw his friend outside waving upwards.
"Nothing, just uh, waving to the birds," Harry quickly stated turning around.
"Really Harry? You're waving to the imaginary birds, the ones that come when it is winter?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"Exactly! How did you know?" Harry said nervously.
"Come on, do you really think I'm dense or something? Now just tell me who it is you're waving to," Ron said looking toward the windows, the only person he saw though was Ginny, who quickly ducked away when Ron looked up.
"Look I told you it was no one, and besides shouldn't you be going over there?" Harry asked as he pointed to a bench that had been cleared of snow; there Hermione sat.
"You know mate, some times I just really don't understand how your mind works, I think you need to get out of this cold weather and go to the common room for some rest," Ron said shaking his head at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"Right, I'll go and get a few hours of sleep, or finish up some homework!" Harry said before he dashed quickly into the castle. He climbed swiftly up the staircases trying to make it to the common room in record speed.
"Password deary," The Fat Lady said moving her head to look at Harry.
"Purple Pickles," he said to the Fat Lady panting. The portrait hole swung open to revile a nearly empty common room, most of the students had left for the break, but and those who were still there were enjoying the few rays of sunlight outside, all Harry and Ginny that is. She was seated in the most comfortable armchair by the burning fire stroking Crookshanks lovingly.
"Harry, how did you get up here so fast?" Ginny asked as she looked up.
"Ron and Hermione, are at it again," Harry said as Ginny giggled.
A/N: Hi! Sup? Cheese? Whoa, so do you all love this START, notice it's a START well, would you like more? Are you alllllll begging for more, shall it return by popular demand??? Oh well, r/r/f w/e.
My quote for the day that it is…
"There is no intelligent life on other planets…they are probably just like us."