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AN: Woo hoo, only took me a day to get the next chapter up! I am GOOD! lol Anyway, if you are a Draco fan, please don't be mad! :) I just like to poke a bit of fun at his character. No offense, or anything. So yeah, the next chapters will be up soon. I hope you guys are liking this story! :) BTW...if you haven't read OotP yet, be careful! There is a bit of a spoiler in here...it's in the third paragraph down.Lata!
Chapter Four: Poetry in Motion
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Ron stared at his scrambled eggs. It was the next morning and he was at breakfast in the Great Hall, but nothing seemed appealing. He kept stealing glances at Hermione, trying to determine if she was starting to succumb to his charm. She was eating slowly, captured in the Larry Water book she held in her hand. He smiled at the way her eyes would widen every couple of minutes, reacting to whatever has happening in the story. Ron turned his head back to look at Harry, who was sitting across from him. Harry was shoveling everything he could get his hands on into his mouth. "Damn Harry, in a hurry today?"
Harry gave a worried look at Ron and gulped down his orange juice. "Uh...just really hungry. Um...Quidditch practice...uh...takes all my energy. Leaves me famished." Harry took a large bite of toast with marmalade and quickly glanced at Ginny, who was a few seats away beside Hermione. Ginny looked at the ceiling. "Oh...look...clouds. Never noticed those before...nope." She laughed nervously, then returned to her food. Ron's eyes narrowed, but he shrugged it off and turned his face once more to Hermione.
Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at her book. She pulled Ginny's sleeve, grabbing her attention. "Oh my gosh Ginny! Larry just kissed Doe!" Ginny gasped and exclaimed, "No way! Doe, the girl who works at Express that he has a crush on? What happened?" Hermione swallowed a gulp of milk and grinned. "They were at a meeting at the D.A. mall and they happened to be under some mistletoe, and Doe was crying because she missed her boyfriend Dedrick, who was bitten by Lord Callmedork's rabid hamster and died. Well, Doe thought that Larry looked so cute, in his white Gap shirt, and then he leaned in and...woo hoo! I certainly hope that means that Don will finally kiss Slimy now. They are destined for each other!" Hermione smiled so brightly that Ron was stunned. He had never seen her smile like that before. Realizing he was staring, he turned his face back to his plate and blushed.
"HelloOOOOoooo!" said a very bright and chipper male voice. "Oh-MI- God, Potter, you look soooo hot today. Those Quidditch robes just do something for your physique, that's for sure!" Draco Malfoy sauntered up to the table, grinning wildly and eyeing Harry. Harry grumbled something and scooted down in his chair. Draco's hand flew to his chest. "Oh my, looks like he's shy today! I was just telling Crabbe that I always did fancy the shy ones! Although I must say that Weasley looks damn fine as well, and he's never been shy! Well, I'm off! So many guys to see, so little time! Ta ta!" He waved his hand wildly and walked off with Crabbe and Goyle, swaying his hips. Ron glared at Harry and mumbled, "I think I liked him better when he was straight."
He turned in time to see Hermione standing up, Larry Water book still in hand. She put the book on the table for a moment and took off her robes to revile that she was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans yet again. After saying goodbye to Ginny, she looked right at him and said, "Remember Weasley, seven o' clock tonight. Don't be late again." She smiled, raising an eyebrow and turned to leave, accidentally knocking her copy of Larry Water and the Order of the Phoenix Fries off the table and onto the floor. "Oops! How clumsy of me." She exclaimed. Hermione bent down to retrieve her book, giving Ron a nice view of her ass. Ron felt his heart race and found he couldn't tear his eyes away. The girl certainly could wear a pair of jeans properly. She stood up slowly, then continued on her way. Ron shook his head and went back to staring at his plate. Things were definitely starting to get strange.
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Hermione sat alone in the Charms classroom once again. It was 6:55. She doubted Ron would be on time, but she needed to be alone for a while and think about what she was going to do this lesson. She sat in the very same chair that she had the night before, staring at her hands. She had decided to step up her seduction, wearing a pink tank top and a long, flowing white skirt with large pink butterflies on it. The top looked a lot like a corset, a muggle torture device women used to wear to make themselves look thinner. She tossed her waist long curls over her shoulder and folded her hands in her lap, deep in thought. She heard the door open quietly, a sharp intake of air, then the sound of the door being shut. She looked at her muggle watch. It said 6:57. He had amazingly arrived on time. She glanced up at him, frowning and saw he was wearing a green V-neck T- shirt and a pair of khakis. "You're early." She said softly.
He smiled and sat down in the chair in front of her, staring like he was examining her. "Nice outfit." He remarked.
Hermione looked down at herself, then back at him. "That must mean I don't look fat in it." Ron threw his head back and laughed. She couldn't contain the smile that lit her face. He was cute when he let go of his cool act. Hermione felt disgusted with herself. Come on now, she thought, don't revert back to that stupid crush! You just got over him! Remember what he's planning on doing to you! Hermione thought about the bet and immediately frowned. "Now then Mr. Weasley, do you have the poem I asked you to prepare?"
Ron nodded and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair, eager to hear what he had written. Ron glanced at her, then looked back at his paper, taking a deep breath.
"Yo - yo - yo - yo! I never thought that I'd find a bitch who could cure my fucked up players itch! I think it's cute when you wear them clothes that make you look like you is a hoe. I think about you all the time and dream 'bout how I can make you mine. I'd like to see your boobies please and lick you till you weak in the knees. I always wonder what color hair you have upon your mound down there. Your booty is so nice and round! I'll tap your ass and you'll make sounds. I wanna hear you scream my name and we can play those dirty games. I bet that you are really kinky! Got me wrapped around your little pinkie. So though you think that I am dumb, you'll think I'm smart when I make you cum!"
Ron grinned, obviously proud of his poem, folded the piece of parchment and put it back in his pocket, waiting for praise.
Hermione was shocked. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. She stared at Ron for a minute before stuttering, 'W- what...uh...Ron....I, uh...wow." Hermione's mouth snapped shut and she fidgeted. She was at a loss for words.
Ron nodded in a knowing way. "That good, huh?"
Hermione frowned. "Do you honestly think that a girl would like it if you gave that to her? Do you think she would fall to her knees begging you to be hers? 'Oh yes, I'll show you my boobies! Take me now!' Please. Only if it were Parvati or Pansy. Any normal, responsible, respectable woman would feel degraded and probably laugh!" She paused and felt guilty over the disappointed look that had come over his face. "Ron, I'm not saying it was horrible. I'm just saying that a woman wants to be wooed...not made to feel like she is just a piece of ass! Now, we'll try it again and I'll help you, and...what?" Ron was staring at her like he had just seen a ghost. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What in the world are you staring at me for?" she exclaimed, perplexed.
"You just called me Ron." He said with awe in his voice.
Hermione thought about what she had said and shrugged. "So I did. What's the big deal?"
Ron's smile nearly blinded her. He looked so happy. "You've never called me Ron. Only Weasley, or Mr. Weasley. Never Ron. I like hearing my name spill from your lips."
Hermione blushed, rolling her eyes. She stood and turned away from Ron, walking away to look out the window. The Hogwart's grounds were silent and still. "Well Ron, I see you do have some poetry inside of you. That was almost romantic. Come now, I know you can do better than that...poem...you wrote. Close your eyes." She waited until he had done as she said, then spoke quietly. "Think of the girl you are hoping to impress. Picture her in your mind. Don't think of lust, but of pureness. Now think of love, and how you would express to someone that you love them, baring your soul for them to see. Now open your eyes. Pretend that I am the girl you want, the person you want more than anyone. Tell me what you feel. Tell me what you are thinking."
Silence. Hermione stood staring at her reflection in the window, waiting for him to say something, anything. Just as she was giving up hope that he had any romance left in him, he spoke.
"I have never seen such eyes before. Surely eyes like yours are fit for angels, for the Goddesses of old. They speak to me of times gone by, of tragedy seen, of hopes and dreams and an undying passion for life. To have these eyes set upon me is truly an act of God. Never have I dreamed that I would be in the presence of Aphrodite herself, reborn again as a human girl, a beauty matched by no other. " Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She stared at her reflection, surprised as Ron came up behind her, staring intently at their image in the window. He pressed himself against her, running his hands down her arms. She shivered slightly, unnerved by the warmth his touch provoked. He moved her hair away from her face, leaned down and pressed his lips softly to where her neck and shoulder met. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling weak. His lips were barely touching her. He smoothed them along her shoulder and back to her neck, making his way up to her ear. He ran his tongue along the edge before kissing the sensitive area behind it.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw him staring at her in the window, his blue eyes glowing. He nuzzled her hair before continuing, his voice barely a whisper. "Because of you, this heart has a new purpose. Where it was dark, light has taken hold. Where it was dead, life has bloomed and flourished. Each beat is a tribute to you, the only love I've ever known. My eyes see nothing but the beautiful light that envelopes you. One space in time. One breathless moment. Like an untamed fire, my love grows wild, and I awake from the cold I knew to discover all I ever dreamed of was you."
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. Ron was still staring at their reflection, his gaze intense. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. Hermione shuddered as she breathed, moved to her core. She couldn't believe that he had such beautiful words trapped inside him, such a lovely mind capable of thoughts like those. She took a deep breath, one single tear glistening on her cheek. "Ron...that was beautiful."
Ron lifted his head and stared at her again. He turned her in his arms until she was facing him and wiped the tear away with his thumb, his expression serious. Hermione looked away, avoiding his probing gaze. "I'm sure that whoever the girl is that you feel such emotion for, she is a very special woman."
She felt him smooth her hair away from her face, placing one hand on her shoulder. "Yes. She is." She looked at his face and saw that he was staring at her lips. She licked them. Ron's eyes darkened and she was captivated by the desire she saw there. He tilted her head up with one hand, the other snaking around her shoulders to press her against him. He leaned down toward her, sweeping his lips over hers. They stood still for a few seconds, their breath mingling. All she could think about was how bad she wanted to taste him. Her hands, which had been on his chest, moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. Ron's lips met hers and she felt as though she were melting. He kissed her so tenderly, as though he was afraid he would bruise her. She felt his hands in her hair, his arms holding her to him and she shook with her desire for him. His lips were full and soft, his body so hard. Ron tore his lips away from hers and started kissing all over her face. She felt cherished and loved and giddy all at once. His mouth founds hers again and she knew she was powerless against him. At the moment, nothing mattered. Not even his past.
As this thought crossed her mind, Hermione remembered the bet, the girls, the "sex king." Her eyes snapped open and she pushed at his chest, stepping out of his embrace. She saw the hurt look on his face and she became angry. How could she be so stupid as to start to fall for him again? She had already done that in her first year, allowing her heart to become attached to the one guy she could never have. She had adored him from afar, choosing not to believe the rumors about him that started over the years. Her heart had been shattered in their fifth year when she saw him with Susan Bones underneath the Quidditch bleachers. She had been in love with a false image for four years. She had felt like a fool.
Hermione shook her head, glaring at Ron, who looked confused. She wouldn't let that happen again. "I'm sorry I did that, Mr. Weasley. I don't know what came over me." She walked quickly to the desk where her books laid, pick them up and turned to look at him. "I don't think this is a good idea anymore, Mr. Weasley. We shouldn't continue these lessons. I'm sorry, but I - I just have a lot of homework to do and I will fall behind if I do this." She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She knew her excuse was pathetic but she didn't care. She had to get out as quick as she possibly could. "I hope that everything works out for you and that girl, Mr. Weasley." With that, Hermione ran from the room, the tears she had fought so hard to stop raining freely down her cheeks.
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AN: Woo hoo, only took me a day to get the next chapter up! I am GOOD! lol Anyway, if you are a Draco fan, please don't be mad! :) I just like to poke a bit of fun at his character. No offense, or anything. So yeah, the next chapters will be up soon. I hope you guys are liking this story! :) BTW...if you haven't read OotP yet, be careful! There is a bit of a spoiler in here...it's in the third paragraph down.Lata!
Chapter Four: Poetry in Motion
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Ron stared at his scrambled eggs. It was the next morning and he was at breakfast in the Great Hall, but nothing seemed appealing. He kept stealing glances at Hermione, trying to determine if she was starting to succumb to his charm. She was eating slowly, captured in the Larry Water book she held in her hand. He smiled at the way her eyes would widen every couple of minutes, reacting to whatever has happening in the story. Ron turned his head back to look at Harry, who was sitting across from him. Harry was shoveling everything he could get his hands on into his mouth. "Damn Harry, in a hurry today?"
Harry gave a worried look at Ron and gulped down his orange juice. "Uh...just really hungry. Um...Quidditch practice...uh...takes all my energy. Leaves me famished." Harry took a large bite of toast with marmalade and quickly glanced at Ginny, who was a few seats away beside Hermione. Ginny looked at the ceiling. "Oh...look...clouds. Never noticed those before...nope." She laughed nervously, then returned to her food. Ron's eyes narrowed, but he shrugged it off and turned his face once more to Hermione.
Her mouth was hanging open as she stared at her book. She pulled Ginny's sleeve, grabbing her attention. "Oh my gosh Ginny! Larry just kissed Doe!" Ginny gasped and exclaimed, "No way! Doe, the girl who works at Express that he has a crush on? What happened?" Hermione swallowed a gulp of milk and grinned. "They were at a meeting at the D.A. mall and they happened to be under some mistletoe, and Doe was crying because she missed her boyfriend Dedrick, who was bitten by Lord Callmedork's rabid hamster and died. Well, Doe thought that Larry looked so cute, in his white Gap shirt, and then he leaned in and...woo hoo! I certainly hope that means that Don will finally kiss Slimy now. They are destined for each other!" Hermione smiled so brightly that Ron was stunned. He had never seen her smile like that before. Realizing he was staring, he turned his face back to his plate and blushed.
"HelloOOOOoooo!" said a very bright and chipper male voice. "Oh-MI- God, Potter, you look soooo hot today. Those Quidditch robes just do something for your physique, that's for sure!" Draco Malfoy sauntered up to the table, grinning wildly and eyeing Harry. Harry grumbled something and scooted down in his chair. Draco's hand flew to his chest. "Oh my, looks like he's shy today! I was just telling Crabbe that I always did fancy the shy ones! Although I must say that Weasley looks damn fine as well, and he's never been shy! Well, I'm off! So many guys to see, so little time! Ta ta!" He waved his hand wildly and walked off with Crabbe and Goyle, swaying his hips. Ron glared at Harry and mumbled, "I think I liked him better when he was straight."
He turned in time to see Hermione standing up, Larry Water book still in hand. She put the book on the table for a moment and took off her robes to revile that she was wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans yet again. After saying goodbye to Ginny, she looked right at him and said, "Remember Weasley, seven o' clock tonight. Don't be late again." She smiled, raising an eyebrow and turned to leave, accidentally knocking her copy of Larry Water and the Order of the Phoenix Fries off the table and onto the floor. "Oops! How clumsy of me." She exclaimed. Hermione bent down to retrieve her book, giving Ron a nice view of her ass. Ron felt his heart race and found he couldn't tear his eyes away. The girl certainly could wear a pair of jeans properly. She stood up slowly, then continued on her way. Ron shook his head and went back to staring at his plate. Things were definitely starting to get strange.
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Hermione sat alone in the Charms classroom once again. It was 6:55. She doubted Ron would be on time, but she needed to be alone for a while and think about what she was going to do this lesson. She sat in the very same chair that she had the night before, staring at her hands. She had decided to step up her seduction, wearing a pink tank top and a long, flowing white skirt with large pink butterflies on it. The top looked a lot like a corset, a muggle torture device women used to wear to make themselves look thinner. She tossed her waist long curls over her shoulder and folded her hands in her lap, deep in thought. She heard the door open quietly, a sharp intake of air, then the sound of the door being shut. She looked at her muggle watch. It said 6:57. He had amazingly arrived on time. She glanced up at him, frowning and saw he was wearing a green V-neck T- shirt and a pair of khakis. "You're early." She said softly.
He smiled and sat down in the chair in front of her, staring like he was examining her. "Nice outfit." He remarked.
Hermione looked down at herself, then back at him. "That must mean I don't look fat in it." Ron threw his head back and laughed. She couldn't contain the smile that lit her face. He was cute when he let go of his cool act. Hermione felt disgusted with herself. Come on now, she thought, don't revert back to that stupid crush! You just got over him! Remember what he's planning on doing to you! Hermione thought about the bet and immediately frowned. "Now then Mr. Weasley, do you have the poem I asked you to prepare?"
Ron nodded and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. She crossed her legs and leaned back into the chair, eager to hear what he had written. Ron glanced at her, then looked back at his paper, taking a deep breath.
"Yo - yo - yo - yo! I never thought that I'd find a bitch who could cure my fucked up players itch! I think it's cute when you wear them clothes that make you look like you is a hoe. I think about you all the time and dream 'bout how I can make you mine. I'd like to see your boobies please and lick you till you weak in the knees. I always wonder what color hair you have upon your mound down there. Your booty is so nice and round! I'll tap your ass and you'll make sounds. I wanna hear you scream my name and we can play those dirty games. I bet that you are really kinky! Got me wrapped around your little pinkie. So though you think that I am dumb, you'll think I'm smart when I make you cum!"
Ron grinned, obviously proud of his poem, folded the piece of parchment and put it back in his pocket, waiting for praise.
Hermione was shocked. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were wide. She stared at Ron for a minute before stuttering, 'W- what...uh...Ron....I, uh...wow." Hermione's mouth snapped shut and she fidgeted. She was at a loss for words.
Ron nodded in a knowing way. "That good, huh?"
Hermione frowned. "Do you honestly think that a girl would like it if you gave that to her? Do you think she would fall to her knees begging you to be hers? 'Oh yes, I'll show you my boobies! Take me now!' Please. Only if it were Parvati or Pansy. Any normal, responsible, respectable woman would feel degraded and probably laugh!" She paused and felt guilty over the disappointed look that had come over his face. "Ron, I'm not saying it was horrible. I'm just saying that a woman wants to be wooed...not made to feel like she is just a piece of ass! Now, we'll try it again and I'll help you, and...what?" Ron was staring at her like he had just seen a ghost. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "What in the world are you staring at me for?" she exclaimed, perplexed.
"You just called me Ron." He said with awe in his voice.
Hermione thought about what she had said and shrugged. "So I did. What's the big deal?"
Ron's smile nearly blinded her. He looked so happy. "You've never called me Ron. Only Weasley, or Mr. Weasley. Never Ron. I like hearing my name spill from your lips."
Hermione blushed, rolling her eyes. She stood and turned away from Ron, walking away to look out the window. The Hogwart's grounds were silent and still. "Well Ron, I see you do have some poetry inside of you. That was almost romantic. Come now, I know you can do better than that...poem...you wrote. Close your eyes." She waited until he had done as she said, then spoke quietly. "Think of the girl you are hoping to impress. Picture her in your mind. Don't think of lust, but of pureness. Now think of love, and how you would express to someone that you love them, baring your soul for them to see. Now open your eyes. Pretend that I am the girl you want, the person you want more than anyone. Tell me what you feel. Tell me what you are thinking."
Silence. Hermione stood staring at her reflection in the window, waiting for him to say something, anything. Just as she was giving up hope that he had any romance left in him, he spoke.
"I have never seen such eyes before. Surely eyes like yours are fit for angels, for the Goddesses of old. They speak to me of times gone by, of tragedy seen, of hopes and dreams and an undying passion for life. To have these eyes set upon me is truly an act of God. Never have I dreamed that I would be in the presence of Aphrodite herself, reborn again as a human girl, a beauty matched by no other. " Hermione's breath caught in her throat. She stared at her reflection, surprised as Ron came up behind her, staring intently at their image in the window. He pressed himself against her, running his hands down her arms. She shivered slightly, unnerved by the warmth his touch provoked. He moved her hair away from her face, leaned down and pressed his lips softly to where her neck and shoulder met. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling weak. His lips were barely touching her. He smoothed them along her shoulder and back to her neck, making his way up to her ear. He ran his tongue along the edge before kissing the sensitive area behind it.
Hermione opened her eyes and saw him staring at her in the window, his blue eyes glowing. He nuzzled her hair before continuing, his voice barely a whisper. "Because of you, this heart has a new purpose. Where it was dark, light has taken hold. Where it was dead, life has bloomed and flourished. Each beat is a tribute to you, the only love I've ever known. My eyes see nothing but the beautiful light that envelopes you. One space in time. One breathless moment. Like an untamed fire, my love grows wild, and I awake from the cold I knew to discover all I ever dreamed of was you."
Hermione felt tears well up in her eyes. Ron was still staring at their reflection, his gaze intense. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. Hermione shuddered as she breathed, moved to her core. She couldn't believe that he had such beautiful words trapped inside him, such a lovely mind capable of thoughts like those. She took a deep breath, one single tear glistening on her cheek. "Ron...that was beautiful."
Ron lifted his head and stared at her again. He turned her in his arms until she was facing him and wiped the tear away with his thumb, his expression serious. Hermione looked away, avoiding his probing gaze. "I'm sure that whoever the girl is that you feel such emotion for, she is a very special woman."
She felt him smooth her hair away from her face, placing one hand on her shoulder. "Yes. She is." She looked at his face and saw that he was staring at her lips. She licked them. Ron's eyes darkened and she was captivated by the desire she saw there. He tilted her head up with one hand, the other snaking around her shoulders to press her against him. He leaned down toward her, sweeping his lips over hers. They stood still for a few seconds, their breath mingling. All she could think about was how bad she wanted to taste him. Her hands, which had been on his chest, moved to the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. Ron's lips met hers and she felt as though she were melting. He kissed her so tenderly, as though he was afraid he would bruise her. She felt his hands in her hair, his arms holding her to him and she shook with her desire for him. His lips were full and soft, his body so hard. Ron tore his lips away from hers and started kissing all over her face. She felt cherished and loved and giddy all at once. His mouth founds hers again and she knew she was powerless against him. At the moment, nothing mattered. Not even his past.
As this thought crossed her mind, Hermione remembered the bet, the girls, the "sex king." Her eyes snapped open and she pushed at his chest, stepping out of his embrace. She saw the hurt look on his face and she became angry. How could she be so stupid as to start to fall for him again? She had already done that in her first year, allowing her heart to become attached to the one guy she could never have. She had adored him from afar, choosing not to believe the rumors about him that started over the years. Her heart had been shattered in their fifth year when she saw him with Susan Bones underneath the Quidditch bleachers. She had been in love with a false image for four years. She had felt like a fool.
Hermione shook her head, glaring at Ron, who looked confused. She wouldn't let that happen again. "I'm sorry I did that, Mr. Weasley. I don't know what came over me." She walked quickly to the desk where her books laid, pick them up and turned to look at him. "I don't think this is a good idea anymore, Mr. Weasley. We shouldn't continue these lessons. I'm sorry, but I - I just have a lot of homework to do and I will fall behind if I do this." She couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. She knew her excuse was pathetic but she didn't care. She had to get out as quick as she possibly could. "I hope that everything works out for you and that girl, Mr. Weasley." With that, Hermione ran from the room, the tears she had fought so hard to stop raining freely down her cheeks.
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