Her heart was racing. She wasn't sure if she should tell him the real
reason that she was there. Her need for solitude this evening. The reason
why she had the magazine.
"I shared my secret with you, Hermione. Why are you here tonight? Why do you have this?"
He reached down and picked up the magazine. He began to page through it as she tried to think of a response.
"Uh."
She didn't know what to tell him. Part of her wished that she could simply tell him the truth. Another part of her wondered that if she did, would her truly understand that nothing would ever be the same? Normally she was so sure of herself. So certain. If she needed and answer, she consulted a book or did some research. She never questioned her cleverness or her intellect. Until now. She had never before been faced with such a situation.
He silently chuckled at the articles that he came across in the magazine. He read through the article on how to attract your dream wizard. Would a girl wearing tight robes and drinking a potion to lengthen her lashes so she could bat them at her dream wizard really work? He wondered why any witch would bother to read this nonsense. He continued to page through the magazine.
He stopped on a particularly interesting article. A Witches' Guide to Pleasing her Wizard. He grinned, thinking about all the things that he wanted to do to please his witch.
His witch.
Here she was, sitting next to him, not answering his questions. She wasn't saying anything. It was so unlike her not to have some response. Not to grab the magazine out of his hands or to dismiss her actions in some way. He was curious, but he continued to page through Witchplay and wait for her to answer.
A small piece of parchment fell out of the folds of the magazine and into Ron's lap. She instantly knew what it was, yet she couldn't reach for it fast enough. He touched it with his fingers and squinted to read the fine, delicate print.
"Ron." she whispered urgently, realizing what he was about to uncover.
If he could see the words on that parchment, if he could read what was in her heart, what she had achingly confessed with her quill just a few nights before, unburdening herself of her thoughts. She didn't know if she could handle it.she looked towards him.
He looked up at her, and her eyes were pleading with him. Without another glance at the parchment, he placed it back inside the folds of the magazine and handed the magazine to Hermione. He began to rise from his position.
She looked up at him and reached out to touch his hand.
He turned around, aware of her sudden contact with him and he knelt down in front of her.
He leaned forward, close to her, and made a sudden movement.
She gasped and he put his fingers to her mouth to quiet her.
He moved in, his lips gently grazing her ear and whispered.
"Your secret is safe with me."
Tears began to well up in her eyes. She slowly let out her breath as he continued speaking.
"Now, about that Potions essay."
"I shared my secret with you, Hermione. Why are you here tonight? Why do you have this?"
He reached down and picked up the magazine. He began to page through it as she tried to think of a response.
"Uh."
She didn't know what to tell him. Part of her wished that she could simply tell him the truth. Another part of her wondered that if she did, would her truly understand that nothing would ever be the same? Normally she was so sure of herself. So certain. If she needed and answer, she consulted a book or did some research. She never questioned her cleverness or her intellect. Until now. She had never before been faced with such a situation.
He silently chuckled at the articles that he came across in the magazine. He read through the article on how to attract your dream wizard. Would a girl wearing tight robes and drinking a potion to lengthen her lashes so she could bat them at her dream wizard really work? He wondered why any witch would bother to read this nonsense. He continued to page through the magazine.
He stopped on a particularly interesting article. A Witches' Guide to Pleasing her Wizard. He grinned, thinking about all the things that he wanted to do to please his witch.
His witch.
Here she was, sitting next to him, not answering his questions. She wasn't saying anything. It was so unlike her not to have some response. Not to grab the magazine out of his hands or to dismiss her actions in some way. He was curious, but he continued to page through Witchplay and wait for her to answer.
A small piece of parchment fell out of the folds of the magazine and into Ron's lap. She instantly knew what it was, yet she couldn't reach for it fast enough. He touched it with his fingers and squinted to read the fine, delicate print.
"Ron." she whispered urgently, realizing what he was about to uncover.
If he could see the words on that parchment, if he could read what was in her heart, what she had achingly confessed with her quill just a few nights before, unburdening herself of her thoughts. She didn't know if she could handle it.she looked towards him.
He looked up at her, and her eyes were pleading with him. Without another glance at the parchment, he placed it back inside the folds of the magazine and handed the magazine to Hermione. He began to rise from his position.
She looked up at him and reached out to touch his hand.
He turned around, aware of her sudden contact with him and he knelt down in front of her.
He leaned forward, close to her, and made a sudden movement.
She gasped and he put his fingers to her mouth to quiet her.
He moved in, his lips gently grazing her ear and whispered.
"Your secret is safe with me."
Tears began to well up in her eyes. She slowly let out her breath as he continued speaking.
"Now, about that Potions essay."