Disclaimer: Do I own Harry Potter? Oh, absolutely! Hey didja see the news? The moon really is made of cheese!
Reason: I have been dying for something like this to happen since, like, the second book, AND IT HAS YET TO HAPPEN!!!! I had hoped and dreamed that something like this would happen in the fifth bookbut NO!! All hopes were dashed. Grr. Not that J.K. would write something like this, I mean, we do tend to follow Harry. So, unless Harry was watching a spectacle of this sort, we wouldn't hear of it. R&H would either tell Harry (doubtful), or he would hear of it by word of gossip (most likely), which would leave Harry quite perturbed, if not a little angry.
Point of View: This will be majorly told from Ron's pov. Why you ask? Because I am female, and I think it will be a lot more fun to write a romance from the male's standpoint, not to mention a lot less complicated (hee hee, I made a funny).
Caution: I don't usually do strictly romantic stories, so this will go one of two ways: R-rated, or really cheesy.
A/N: After re-reading this chapter, I have decided this leans more towards R-rated, but is not, as it is really PG-13, due to interesting conversation. Yes I'm weird, I know.
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Chapter One: Whoa!
"Bloody Hell!" Hermione whipped 'round. "Excuse me Ron?" Ron blinked "Nothing." he said rather hastily.
But it was far from nothing. Ron had just noticed that Hermione had grown considerably over the school year, in ways that men can't.
But it was quite understandable. Ron debated with himself as he watched Hermione's curves disappear around the corner. Those Hogwarts uniforms did tend to hide the feminine figure, much to the disappointment of older Hogwarts boys.
Once the testosterone buzz had faded, and his head cleared, Ron vaguely remembered that Hermione had been wearing a look of extreme anxiety. Ron got up to follow his friend and, as much as he hated to admit it, love interest, with genuine concern. The fact that her bust had grown was merely a plus.
He arrived at Hermione and Ginny's bedroom door just in time to see it snap shut. Feeling that he would learn a lot more outside than in, he leaned toward the door and was pleased to find a spare extendable ear in his pocket. He leaned against the doorframe ready for a good eavesdrop.
Inside, he heard Ginny's concerned voice. "What's wrong Hermione?" Hermione's dissatisfied and slightly embarrassed voice answered back. "It's this shirt, Ginny, it's much too tight!"
"Well you did grow some over the school year now didn't you?" scoffed Ginny in a tone that suggested she thought this was a trivial matter, and that Hermione was acting a bit ditzy to be worried about it.
Hermione, however, was quite unabashed by the sudden lack of concern on Ginny's part, and continued worriedly. "Well, obviously, but- it's just that-well, they grew more than I wanted them to. I walked past your brother and his eyes nearly popped out of his head." Ron smiled vaguely.
Ginny's very annoyed voice floated out of the room and into the extendable ear. "Oh, for goodness sake, Hermione! Be thankful you have largish oneswish I did."
Ron's jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in shock. Girls actually talked about these things?!? Then again, he thought, us guys talk about something like thatif we were comparing the subjects.
Ron suddenly, heard a loud crack from inside the room. Someone had just apparated, and that someone was Mrs. Weasly. "Here you go dears, freshly laundered clothes." she announced in as airy a tone as one could manage these days.
"Oh thank goodness you're here mum!" said Ginny, sounding immensely grateful. "Tell Hermione she looks absolutely fine in that shirt! She thinks it's too tight across the chest."
"Ginny!" Hermione shouted angrily.
There was a pause, then Mrs. Weasly began kindly." Hermione, there is no reason that your recently large chest should make you feel self-conscience. You've got a very nice figure, and I think you should, for lack of a better word, display it" Ron nodded, he was all for that. "within reason" Mrs. Weasly finished firmly. Ron scowled. Mrs. Weasly continued. "The shirt you're wearing is not to tight, it's a T-shirt for crying out loud. All shirts are going to be relatively tight across the bust line; it's just the way things are. Honestly, Hermione, you should be pleased with what you've got, mine were never that big." Ron blanched and immediately felt he was going to be violently sick right there in the hallway. He shoved the extendable ear in his pocket, and bolted for his room, wishing, with all his might, that he knew how to modify memory, so as to delete the last sentence of that conversation from his now sickened mind.
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I thought this would make a good stopping place for my first chapter, though it's short by my usual standards. I have to find the lyrics to a song for the end of the second chapter, so it might take me a while to update. I'll update my SW storyor I'll start a James and Lily FF, don't know yet.