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Ok, from now on there will be a couple of changes
Yes, it's true, I am a twat and Victor is indeed spelt VIKTOR. 'Tis my fault for not checking in the books, and I'm sorry about that. I will spell it correctly in the future. Thanks for pointing it out! Oh, and why aren't they apparating. I don't know. Would you like them to? I'll try and remember, it's just sometimes I get caught up in what a cute couple they are and forget about the whole magic thing!!! Where's Harry? You'll see...
And without further ado, on with the story!!!!!
Chapter six.
The only trouble with fighting with Ron, Hermione contemplated, was that she almost always lost. Sure, sometimes she emerged victorious but that was only when he felt sorry for her and let her have her moment of triumph.
Now was not one of those moments. It was safe to say that there was no way she was getting out of this one.
"Surrender yet?" Ron eyed her challengingly from what appeared to be a compromising- looking position above her, knees either side of her, nose inches from her nose.
"Never!!" proclaimed Hermione, defiantly as she giggled as Ron began to tickle her mercilessly"
"How about now?" Ron grinned at Hermione, her face a picture as she attempted to kick him. The trouble was that Ron was just far too strong.
But Hermione remained strong. She was not about to let him have the pleasure of seeing her give in. She stared him out, trying to freak him out by looking as intensely at him as she possibly could. Ron hated stare outs.
Ron stared back, knowing her game and refusing to give in. He took in her slightly flushed face, her now slightly watering eyes as she tried hard not to blink and the fact that she was biting her lip to stop herself laughing.
He felt his mood change from playful to.. He didn't know what. This just felt different. Ron felt himself subconsciously move fractionally closer to her. What was going on?
She continued to challenge him, staring at his hair, his eyes, his grin. She suddenly felt like she was looking at him differently. This was Ron, she reminded herself. Ron her best friend. Ron who knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps that was exactly why she was feeling like this.
They stared at each other. Neither moved, but neither pulled away.
Just as Ron blinked, Hermione cracked and murmured, "I surrender!!!"
They both stared at each other. What had happened?
Hermione snorted and Ron choked as they both burst into laughter once more, the heavy atmosphere broken.
"I knew you would," laughed Ron, standing up and offering a hand to pull her up. "I'll get you next time, Weasley!" Hermione grinned, taking his hand as he hauled her up.
They both collapsed onto the sofa. Hermione swung her legs over his lap, their usual gossiping position.
"So?" Ron turned to face her, "tell me about the date from hell!!!" Hermione, "Ok," she began, "Imagine the most bored you've ever been."
Ron smiled, "got it."
"Now double it, and that was the extent of my boredom. Hermione looked at him curiously, "when were you thinking of?"
"Of when I was most bored?" Ron looked at Hermione as she nodded, "sitting with you in Hogwarts with homework." Hermione looked shocked, "No, Ron, you're doing it wrong. You do it like this!!!" He mimicked.
Hermione evilled him and then let out a laugh. "You're such a git!!!"
"Ah, but you love me anyway," Ron declared, fluttering his eyelashes at her.
Hours later, once they had thoroughly dissected Viktor Krum and chatted about anything and everything, Hermione turned to Ron.
"You staying?" he yawned, knowing that she would. It always seemed to them there was very little point in parting in the evening when they could quite easily both stay.
"Ron Weasley, if you think I can be bothered to walk home at this time of night!!"
"Hermione, you don't have to walk, you can apparate, you're a witch!!" he teased her.
"Even so," she added, "that takes energy, energy I haven't got. I've been running from a deranged Quidditch international all day you know!"
"True," Ron agreed.
Both being too lazy to move, they slept on Ron's couch, side by side.
"Night Ron" "Night Hermione"
As she lay in the dark, Hermione wondered what had happened earlier to make everything seem so different. She listened to the rhythmic pattern of Ron's breathing as he fell asleep. As he rolled over in his unconscious state he wrapped an arm around her. Hermione snuggled into him. It was nothing. She reassured herself. They were friends, nothing more.
Ok, from now on there will be a couple of changes
Yes, it's true, I am a twat and Victor is indeed spelt VIKTOR. 'Tis my fault for not checking in the books, and I'm sorry about that. I will spell it correctly in the future. Thanks for pointing it out! Oh, and why aren't they apparating. I don't know. Would you like them to? I'll try and remember, it's just sometimes I get caught up in what a cute couple they are and forget about the whole magic thing!!! Where's Harry? You'll see...
And without further ado, on with the story!!!!!
Chapter six.
The only trouble with fighting with Ron, Hermione contemplated, was that she almost always lost. Sure, sometimes she emerged victorious but that was only when he felt sorry for her and let her have her moment of triumph.
Now was not one of those moments. It was safe to say that there was no way she was getting out of this one.
"Surrender yet?" Ron eyed her challengingly from what appeared to be a compromising- looking position above her, knees either side of her, nose inches from her nose.
"Never!!" proclaimed Hermione, defiantly as she giggled as Ron began to tickle her mercilessly"
"How about now?" Ron grinned at Hermione, her face a picture as she attempted to kick him. The trouble was that Ron was just far too strong.
But Hermione remained strong. She was not about to let him have the pleasure of seeing her give in. She stared him out, trying to freak him out by looking as intensely at him as she possibly could. Ron hated stare outs.
Ron stared back, knowing her game and refusing to give in. He took in her slightly flushed face, her now slightly watering eyes as she tried hard not to blink and the fact that she was biting her lip to stop herself laughing.
He felt his mood change from playful to.. He didn't know what. This just felt different. Ron felt himself subconsciously move fractionally closer to her. What was going on?
She continued to challenge him, staring at his hair, his eyes, his grin. She suddenly felt like she was looking at him differently. This was Ron, she reminded herself. Ron her best friend. Ron who knew her better than anyone else. Perhaps that was exactly why she was feeling like this.
They stared at each other. Neither moved, but neither pulled away.
Just as Ron blinked, Hermione cracked and murmured, "I surrender!!!"
They both stared at each other. What had happened?
Hermione snorted and Ron choked as they both burst into laughter once more, the heavy atmosphere broken.
"I knew you would," laughed Ron, standing up and offering a hand to pull her up. "I'll get you next time, Weasley!" Hermione grinned, taking his hand as he hauled her up.
They both collapsed onto the sofa. Hermione swung her legs over his lap, their usual gossiping position.
"So?" Ron turned to face her, "tell me about the date from hell!!!" Hermione, "Ok," she began, "Imagine the most bored you've ever been."
Ron smiled, "got it."
"Now double it, and that was the extent of my boredom. Hermione looked at him curiously, "when were you thinking of?"
"Of when I was most bored?" Ron looked at Hermione as she nodded, "sitting with you in Hogwarts with homework." Hermione looked shocked, "No, Ron, you're doing it wrong. You do it like this!!!" He mimicked.
Hermione evilled him and then let out a laugh. "You're such a git!!!"
"Ah, but you love me anyway," Ron declared, fluttering his eyelashes at her.
Hours later, once they had thoroughly dissected Viktor Krum and chatted about anything and everything, Hermione turned to Ron.
"You staying?" he yawned, knowing that she would. It always seemed to them there was very little point in parting in the evening when they could quite easily both stay.
"Ron Weasley, if you think I can be bothered to walk home at this time of night!!"
"Hermione, you don't have to walk, you can apparate, you're a witch!!" he teased her.
"Even so," she added, "that takes energy, energy I haven't got. I've been running from a deranged Quidditch international all day you know!"
"True," Ron agreed.
Both being too lazy to move, they slept on Ron's couch, side by side.
"Night Ron" "Night Hermione"
As she lay in the dark, Hermione wondered what had happened earlier to make everything seem so different. She listened to the rhythmic pattern of Ron's breathing as he fell asleep. As he rolled over in his unconscious state he wrapped an arm around her. Hermione snuggled into him. It was nothing. She reassured herself. They were friends, nothing more.