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Sorry it took so long. I left the notebook that has all my stories in it at school when the band staff had a meeting, and could only get it after band camp started. DON'T HURT ME!!!!!
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Chapter 3: Hee hee
Hermione found Ron in the library after breakfast pacing the far end of the room. "Glad you're here, I was afraid you wouldn't show." Ron said nothing; in fact, he didn't even look at Hermione, who pretended not to notice. Hermione sat down and watched Ron pace for a few minutes before eventually shouting in a bothered tone. "For goodness sake Ron! Sit down!" Ron stopped pacing immediately and slowly turned to stare at Hermione. The two gazed at each other for a moment before Ron sat down, avoiding further eye contact.
Hermione broke the awkward silence. "I honestly don't see what's got your undies in a bunch! I just grew a trifle! I mean, I'm still the same person, just with a couple of modifications!" Ron remained mute. Hermione didn't understand. Her sudden beauty had triggered emotions that Ron had been trying to deny for, well, a long time.
Hermione couldn't be the mature one any longer. "Oh, sweet bloody Mary! I suppose there's only one way to get through to you!" Hermione leapt out of her chair and began to advance towards Ron, who, in turn, jumped out of his chair, knocking it over, and began to back away. Hermione didn't bother to stop him, she knew he wouldn't be able to back away for long, and she was right. Ron backed himself right into a corner. He only stopped trying to move backwards when Hermione stopped moving towards him when she was about 5 inches away. Hermione placed her hands on Ron's shoulders, stood on tiptoe, and deposited a short, but meaningful kiss on Ron's mouth. When she pulled away, Hermione looked rather pleased with herself. Ron however, looked like Hermione had turned into a giant spider.
Hermione looked up at Ron's face, her own looking very frazzled. "Did it ever occur to you, that I don't care how much money you've got, or that you're not famous, or that you're not the most famous young man in existence?" she said, reading Ron's mind. Ron raised his eyebrows; he could sense a rant coming on. Hermione continued, her voice growing steadily higher.
"I've fancied you since I first saw you on the Hogwarts express and you had that bit of dirt on your nose. It broke my heart when you said I was a nightmare. Then you came and saved me from that troll andand. In second year, when you accidentally hexed yourself because Malfoy called me a mudblood. In third year, when we had that horrible fight over the firebolt and Crookshanks.
"If you're leading me on, you're doing a very good job of it, the way you got all jealous over Viktor, and how you took up for me when Malfoy made my teeth grow and Snape did nothing. I've always been a little sweet on you, but over time it's evolved into something moreit's not quite love yet, but it's getting there. What I'm try-"
Ron shushed her with a weird expression on his face that was on the verge of unreadable. It looked like all the good feelings one could ever have rolled into one. "Take a breather." He said, owning to the fact that Hermione hadn't taken a breath since she started ranting. Ron let out a good-natured snort of laughter.
"I don't see what's so funny! I've just been pouring out my-" she was cut off this time by Ron's hand pressing against her mouth. "It's all right Hermione, honestly." He said while moving a little closer and wiping tears from Hermione's shining eyes with his thumb, the rest of his hand curving around her chin.
His hands dropped to rest around her waist. "Question." He said softly, his eyebrows raising slightly, making his eyes larger and allowing Hermione to concentrate on those dreamy blue eyes. "What's between you and Krum?" Hermione, whose arms were resting on Ron's broad shoulders, and hands were playing coyly with the short hair at the nape of Ron's neck, looked surprised. "Oh, I broke it off with him ages agoaround Christmas." She said dismissively. Ron frowned. "Then what were all those-" "other letters?" Hermione finished the sentence for him. "I was just trying to get him to leave me alone." She finished sadly.
When she finally averted her eyes from the floor, they met Ron's. She closed the small gap between them so their bodies were separated only by fabric. Ron's arms moved lower on Hermione's waist while one of hers wrapped around his shoulder. Her other hand ran through his flaming red hair, pulling his head towards her as she stood on tiptoe. Ron didn't see a point in holding back any longer. He leaned forward and met Hermione with a kiss that was filled with passion. One arm wrapped tight around Hermione's waist while the other relaxed slightly so his hand rested on the curve of her posterior.
Ron vaguely realized Hermione was slowly pulling him towards the center of the library. He gradually remembered there was a large mahogany table in that general area. Grinning as well as one can while snogging someone senseless, Ron went along with Hermione and began to walk forwards, steering her backwards towards the table. It wasn't long before Hermione could no longer back up. She leaned backwards, pulling Ron with her onto the table.
Ron couldn't have been happier, what with Hermione lying on the table, her lower leg hanging off, and him leaning over her like he was. He let instinct take over and felt all his pent-up-since-age-twelve feelings for Hermione course through him allowing him to give and receive the best first kiss known to mankind.
Suddenly there was a creek of a library door opening, and, with a thud, Hermione pushed Ron to the floor and sat bolt upright. Both, looking very odd indeed, stared at the person in the doorway, and that person was none other thanMrs. Weasly.
Mrs. Weasly looked unsurprised at the two teenagers' appearance. "I was wondering when I'd walk in on you like this." She commented flatly, sounding highly amused. Both teenagers followed her until she left the room, holding a book and obviously trying not to laugh.
When the door finally snapped shut, Ron stood back up, and walked over to lean against the table. Hermione widened her legs so Ron could stand right in front of her. Ron cautiously put his large hands on her upper thighs and the two stared at one another before Ron spoke. "What just happened?" Hermione raised both eyebrows. "Well, I would say that we just shared our first kiss." She said smugly. Ron narrowed his eyes in mock annoyance. "Not physically you insufferable know-it-all!" He said in a teasing manner. Hermione smiled pleasurably at the 'insult'. "It was more than just a kiss though, it was closure. We've finally told each other that we've been in love with each other since we first saw each other, and were too shy to say so!" Hermipone declared happily. Ron smiled affectionately. "Good." He leaned forward and kissed her gently. "I was hoping you'd say that." He finished before enveloping her in a kiss that lasted for quite some time.