Thanks for all the kind reviews. This is the first time I've written fan fiction with no one complaining or being a smart-arse. :):):) And If I write something that doesn't make sense (time, wrong name, wrong character, wrong gender) please -EMAIL- and inform me of my mistake. And this fic is NOT meant to be SMUT or LEMON so do not get any weird ideas. This is a ficcy has an actual PLOT and ENDING.
Well, now that's clear, on with chapter three.
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BE WITH YOU
By SilentSoul
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Chapter Three
-Never-
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Hermione woke up into a warm summer morning, still feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed about last night. To see a teacher wearing only boxer shorts...it was something not to be proud about.
"Hermione, dear, breakfast time!"
She got dressed out of her summer pajamas and into a singlet with a puppy on it and plain maroon shorts. She quickly ran downstairs and seated herself at the table.
There were eggs on a white plate, as well as a pile of toast. In the corner, there were two jugs of milk and orange juice. Bacon strips were served on a floral-printed plate and maple syrup was inside a small iron container, and next to it was another plate of hot pancakes.
"Pretty grand, aye?"
Her Dad was beaming at her; obviously he had done the big cooking. She looked down at her hands and closed her eyes. Her head felt heavy and a crunching sensation was going through her chest. Tears stung her eyes but she forced them to stay inside but it came pouring down at once. She began to sob and clutch her face while her parents had a sorry look on their faces. Her mother quickly came around to comfort her but she avoided her hands and ran upstairs while slammed the door shut. She curled into a ball on her bed and sobbed louder, enough for the neighbours to hear. Suddenly there were light thuds on the door.
"Hermione? I'm sorry I didn't know...Hermione, sweetie, please. You know we still love you. If you need us we'll be right here, okay?"
Hermione acted as if she didn't hear her. She grasped and twisted her quilt as if in pain while huge tearstains appeared on her pillow. Again and again, memories kept on flashing in her head.
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"Ok, children, breakfast time!"
The sound of Molly Weasley echoed through the walls of the Burrow as Hermione and four hungry Weasleys came running down the stairs. Hermione and Ron were sitting together with Ginny opposite Hermione and the twins at he end of the table. Ron grabbed two pieces of toast, pancakes with syrup, eggs, and bacon strips for Hermione and poured a cup of milk and orange juice for both of them.
It was the summer after their graduation from Hogwarts. Ron had proposed to Hermione but she had not given him an answer yet, saying she needed time to think and plan things out. Ron was a little disappointed but still understood her and was currently giving her the time she wanted, under the Weasley roof. But they knew the loved each other so it was a matter of time before she finally agreed to get married with him.
"Wow, the meals here are so grand."
Hermione scoffed down her food, took a swig from her milk, and smiled at Ron. She still had milk under her nose and Ron grinned at her. He wiped it off with a serviette and reached for her hand. She blushed and leaned into his chest and just stayed in that position for several minutes. Ginny was giggling but Molly just smiled, trying not to grab the wizard camera to 'capture the moment'. Then, Hermione reached for her fork and dipped it in her milk. Ron looked at her quizzically but Hermione began writing something on the table with it. First she wrote a 'y' and dipped in into the milk again. Then she drew an 'e' and then an 's'.
"Yes?" Ron was still confused.
"Yes about what?"
Hermione laughed and said, "Yes to the question you asked me on the night of our graduation, of course!"
Ron's eyes grew wide.
"You mean...YES?"
"YES, RON, YES!!! I accept your proposal!"
The whole family was clapping and laughing with joy, and Ron reached for her mouth and gave her a huge kiss making the others laugh even harder.
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Hermione's cries slowly came to a halt. Sometimes she felt like she was just at the brink of insanity. Sometimes she thought Ron was still alive, sleeping soundly beside her. There were times she ran through the streets and malls, thinking she just heard him speak. Although his body isn't here, it felt like his soul was still drifting around Hermione, still holding on, and never letting go. It felt like no one was going to replace him.
Never.
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:) Another chapter finished. Lots of people generally get the idea that if a person writes short chapters, then they are not good and experienced at writing. Well, that is SO wrong. I write long chapters and short chapters, whatever is necessary. Until next time, peace!
-SilentSoul
Well, now that's clear, on with chapter three.
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BE WITH YOU
By SilentSoul
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Chapter Three
-Never-
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Hermione woke up into a warm summer morning, still feeling embarrassed and a little ashamed about last night. To see a teacher wearing only boxer shorts...it was something not to be proud about.
"Hermione, dear, breakfast time!"
She got dressed out of her summer pajamas and into a singlet with a puppy on it and plain maroon shorts. She quickly ran downstairs and seated herself at the table.
There were eggs on a white plate, as well as a pile of toast. In the corner, there were two jugs of milk and orange juice. Bacon strips were served on a floral-printed plate and maple syrup was inside a small iron container, and next to it was another plate of hot pancakes.
"Pretty grand, aye?"
Her Dad was beaming at her; obviously he had done the big cooking. She looked down at her hands and closed her eyes. Her head felt heavy and a crunching sensation was going through her chest. Tears stung her eyes but she forced them to stay inside but it came pouring down at once. She began to sob and clutch her face while her parents had a sorry look on their faces. Her mother quickly came around to comfort her but she avoided her hands and ran upstairs while slammed the door shut. She curled into a ball on her bed and sobbed louder, enough for the neighbours to hear. Suddenly there were light thuds on the door.
"Hermione? I'm sorry I didn't know...Hermione, sweetie, please. You know we still love you. If you need us we'll be right here, okay?"
Hermione acted as if she didn't hear her. She grasped and twisted her quilt as if in pain while huge tearstains appeared on her pillow. Again and again, memories kept on flashing in her head.
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"Ok, children, breakfast time!"
The sound of Molly Weasley echoed through the walls of the Burrow as Hermione and four hungry Weasleys came running down the stairs. Hermione and Ron were sitting together with Ginny opposite Hermione and the twins at he end of the table. Ron grabbed two pieces of toast, pancakes with syrup, eggs, and bacon strips for Hermione and poured a cup of milk and orange juice for both of them.
It was the summer after their graduation from Hogwarts. Ron had proposed to Hermione but she had not given him an answer yet, saying she needed time to think and plan things out. Ron was a little disappointed but still understood her and was currently giving her the time she wanted, under the Weasley roof. But they knew the loved each other so it was a matter of time before she finally agreed to get married with him.
"Wow, the meals here are so grand."
Hermione scoffed down her food, took a swig from her milk, and smiled at Ron. She still had milk under her nose and Ron grinned at her. He wiped it off with a serviette and reached for her hand. She blushed and leaned into his chest and just stayed in that position for several minutes. Ginny was giggling but Molly just smiled, trying not to grab the wizard camera to 'capture the moment'. Then, Hermione reached for her fork and dipped it in her milk. Ron looked at her quizzically but Hermione began writing something on the table with it. First she wrote a 'y' and dipped in into the milk again. Then she drew an 'e' and then an 's'.
"Yes?" Ron was still confused.
"Yes about what?"
Hermione laughed and said, "Yes to the question you asked me on the night of our graduation, of course!"
Ron's eyes grew wide.
"You mean...YES?"
"YES, RON, YES!!! I accept your proposal!"
The whole family was clapping and laughing with joy, and Ron reached for her mouth and gave her a huge kiss making the others laugh even harder.
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Hermione's cries slowly came to a halt. Sometimes she felt like she was just at the brink of insanity. Sometimes she thought Ron was still alive, sleeping soundly beside her. There were times she ran through the streets and malls, thinking she just heard him speak. Although his body isn't here, it felt like his soul was still drifting around Hermione, still holding on, and never letting go. It felt like no one was going to replace him.
Never.
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:) Another chapter finished. Lots of people generally get the idea that if a person writes short chapters, then they are not good and experienced at writing. Well, that is SO wrong. I write long chapters and short chapters, whatever is necessary. Until next time, peace!
-SilentSoul