Truth Or Dare
By Tatortot
Chapter Six
The Broom Closet
A/N thanks for all my reviews! i cant wait for more!!
"Broom closet," Hermione said, looking around in the very small space they were in. There was barely enough room for them to stand. Ron sat down, and Hermione did too, as far away as she could from Ron, which wasn't even a foot.
Ron looked over at Hermione, who was crying silently.
~She's so cute.~ He thought to himself. ~Maybe I shoud apologize.....I never have before, but I know she'd appreciate it. At least I hope so.~
But three hours had passed and Ron had never gotten up the courage to apologize.
Hermione's stomach growled and she reached into her pocket, taking out a spare piece of parchment. "Creama Parrimento." Immediately, the piece of parchment turned into ice cream, with, much to her very noticable dislike, had two spoons.
Ron looked longingly over at it, his mouth watering. It looked very good, and he was very hungry.
~Yumm....~ he thought to himself.
*Oh, great,* Hermione sighed. She tossed him the spare spoon, which he caught in his left hand, and started eating. He had taken three quick bites, when he noticed that Hermione had just had a nibble of it. She was deep in thought, staring off into space.
Hermione saw that he was watching her, and she continued eating.
When the ice cream was gone, Hermione muttered, "Parrimento Creama," and the ice cream dish turned back into her parchment which she stuck in her pocket. She then burst into a storm of tears, sobbing loudly.
Ron watched her, a look of sorrow on his face. Hermione saw him staring, and turned her back to him. They sat like that for a long time, until Ron was so bored, he thought it'd be more interesting to kill himself than sit there with nothing to do but listen to Hermione cry, which was his fault.
The six-o-clock dinner bell rang, and they could hear students thumping around, trying to get to the Great Hall. Ron dug into his pockets, and pulled out everything there was.
Hermione turned around, now interested to see what he would do.
He picked up a dead spider and shrieked, throwing it across the closet. Hermione smiled, but didn't let Ron see it.
Next he saw a castle from his chess board and sighed, "I've been looking for that." He set it aside and kept looking at his treasures. "Oooh! A letter..." he said, picking it up and reading:
Ron-
How has your summer been? Mine? Great. I've already finished the Standard Book Of Spells, Grade Five. I miss you very much. Do you think I could come over for the last month of summer? I hope so. It'd be great. My Dad already said I could, so write back after you've asked your Mum, please. I can't wait to see you again. My Mum said that I look tan and older. Hmmm. I don't think so. Tell me what you think. I'll send you a picture of me, just in case it's a while until I see you. I sure hope not! Well, I had better get going. Again, can't wait to see you. Tell Ginny hi and I miss her.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron loved that letter. It was true, Hermione was very tan, and her womanly curves were truly showing. Her hair was not its usual bushy, but wavier. Ron couldn't believe he insulted her so badly. He decided to just keep digging through his junk, and he placed the letter next to his castle. Next, he found a few silver sickles and bronze knuts.
"Now I can buy y---er---some stuff when we go to Hogsmeade---" Ron said quickly, blushing.
Ten minutes later, Ron was still searching at his stuff, when he saw a small scrapbook; it had about ten pages. He looked at the front, which said: Hermione Weasley. He blushed and hid it in his robes. He looked up at Hermione, who had been watching him very intently.
Ron sighed deeply. "Er--Mione?"
"Hmmm?" said Hermione, looking away.
"Er---I--I'm sorry. Really, I am."
Hermione looked up, surprised at what he had said. "That's the first time you've done that. Apologized, I mean."
"Er---yeah. Well, I mean it. I really do." His eyes then caught hers, and she scooted closer to him, even though there wasn't much room to close in, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She then pulled him into a kiss, which he did back to her. Neither of them wanted to stop, but had to, eventually, because breathing is nice to do every now and then.
Hermione took a deep breath; they kissed for a very long time. *Wow,* she thought to herself.
"What---what's that?" She asked, pointing at his pocket, where Ron had hidden the scrap book.
"I---er--it's a photo album," Ron sighed, taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Hermione, who was sitting on his lap. "I made it in the fourth year...I've been adding on to it since, you know, with more recent things..."
"It's beautiful..." Hermione whispered, tracing the words: Hermione Weasley.
She opened it up, and the first page was written with Ron's best handwriting, which wasn't very neat, but still great. It had some stuff scribbled all over it, such as: Hermione Weasley, I love Hermione, R + H = love, KRUM SUCKS, and My Mione.
Hermione knew--right then--she knew why she had fallen so deeply in love with Ron: He was too sweet!! She kissed him very passionately for as long as she could without air.
When they pulled apart, Hermione sat next to him, squished in the small space. She rested her head on his strong shoulder and he took the scrapbook/photo album in his hands and turned the page. There was a picture of Hermione and Ron in their first year, when they won the house cup. Ron had taped little construction-papered hearts around the border of the picture, and below it, he had written: ~First--to Mr. Ronald Weasley...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen these many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points. Second--To Miss Hermione Granger...for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.~
The second page was of Ron and Hermione, sitting in the stands, watching Harry and the other people on the Gryffindor Team practice Quidditch. Ron wrote: ~Watching Harry-- hating Malfoy.~ It was just after that picture was taken (by Colin) that Malfoy had called Hermione a Mudblood. The aftermath: an afternoon of belching up slugs.
The next page was of Ron and Hermione hugging--she had just became back from being petrified, and they were at the End-Of-The-Year-Feast, in their pajamas. Underneath that, he wrote: ~The two of us--together forever.~
Ron turned the page, watching Hermione, who was silently crying--Ron was VERY sweet. There was two pictures on page four. One was of Ron, Harry, and Hermione, sitting in Divination. The two boys were snickering at their comments of each other's futures, and Hermione was explaining to Professor Trelawny that Harry did NOT have a grim in his teacup. ~My Mione, always right.~ The picture next to that one was of the trio who were 'orb gazing.' Ron was silently giggling and pointing at a candle burn on the table. Hermione was upset, wanting to practice her Cheering Charms, and Harry was trying to keep a straight face, staring blankly at the orb. ~Ahh, those were the days...~
On the fifth page, Ron and Hermione were standing in the Quidditch Stadium, cheering what would have been loudly, but it was of course, silent. Harry was noticable on the shoulders of cheering Gryffindors, along with the rest of the team. ~Winning the Quidditch Cup.~
There were many more pictures, all with a comment. On the train ride home from their third year, Pig flying around their heads, hooting madly. ~Pig--annoying, like always....Harry--obsessed with his letter from Sirius.~
The Quidditch World Cup, Harry cut out of the picture. ~Watching Krum lose. ^_^~
Hermione and Ron at the Yule Ball, their dancing partners cut out of the separate pictures so it seemed as though they were dancing. ~I wish...~
After the second task, a disgusted Ron, standing by a blushing Hermione. ~If I was in the Triwizard Tournament, it would have been you down there--you're the one I'd miss the most.~
And the last page was a collauge (A/N: i dunno how to spell it.. ::blushes::) of pictures--just Ron and Hermione. Exchanging Christmas gifts, laughing at the Burrow, watching Harry play Quidditch, sitting on the Hogwarts Express--on the way to school, and back, etc.
When Ron closed the book, he saw Hermione crying, and sighed. He gave her the scrap book, which she took happily. She turned it over and on the back cover, Ron had written:
S.P.E.W.
S= Spare time's always spent with you
P= Please forgive me for dancing with Padma
E= Eternity- you and me
W= Will you be my girlfriend?
"Ron--" sniff "--Yes! Yes, I'll--I'll be your g-girl friend."
Ron kissed her cheek, then pointed at the back cover of the book agian; there was more writing. Hermione read:
R=Red H=Hott
R+H= RED HOTT
H.E.R.M.I.O.N.E.
H= Honey lips, cinnamon eyes, sugar-sweet attitude,
E= Everlasting love--she's mine forever,
R= Reading, talking, whatever she does makes me love her more.
M= Mine for eternity, no matter what anyone says,
I= If she had known that I've loved her forever--and always will,
O= Only she makes me feel so happy,
N= Never loved anyone more than her,
E= Everyone, I could have--but I choose Hermione.
LOVE
L is for Little does she know, I've loved her since I knew her.
O is for Orb gazing--don't need to do it--I know she'll be mine forever.
V is for Very much, I know this: My love for her has grown as strong as love can.
E is for Everyone and anyone, but no one's as special as her.
"D--do you really m-mean all of th-this?" Hermione asked through sobs.
"Of course, Mione."
"You didn't do it 'cause y-you were g-gonna show m-me?"
"Of course not...it's all true."
Hermione let a few more tears fall down her cheeks, then continued reading.
The One I Love
Her love fits my hand like a glove.
She's an angel, sent from above.
I love her most dearly,
I can't put it more clearly.
Hermione: She is the one I love.
ABC's Of Hermione
Adorable
Beautiful
Cute
Darling
Enjoyable
Friendly
Gorgeous
Hott
Intelligent
Joyful
Kissable
Lovable
Marvolous
Nice
Optimistic
Pretty
Quick-witted
Reliable
Sexy
Talented
Unique
Virgo
Wonderful
Xylophone-player...?
Young
Zany
Hermione's tear-stained face looked up from the book and into Ron's eyes. He beamed at her, remembering each time he had written the poems.
They then started looking at things in Ron's 'Pocket Pile' together. For twenty minutes straight, they ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, laughing at each other's disgusted faces.
Ron grabbed a tannish-orangish colored bean and said, "Hmm... honey sounds good..." When he put it in his mouth, however, he spit it out and grabbed for another to wash it down--hoping chocolate--to find poop/crap/shit, which he also spit out, and then tried for a 'strawberry' to get liver. Finally, Hermione transfigured something into water, which he drank rather quickly. "Urgh... vomit...could have sworn it was honey..."
Hermione, who was laughing the whole time, calmed down and tried a green one--craving lime--and ended up with leaves.
After that, they found many more peculiar things that were hidden in Ron's pocket. Bits of Homework, spare quills/ink, a sock, and when he found a chopped-up piece of a caterpillar, Hermione laughed.
"I told you that there was something missing in your Love Potion last week!"
"Well," Ron said, throwing the chunk across the closet. "It must of worked anyways 'cause I got you." He kissed her cheek and put his arm around her shoulder. For a whole hour, they kept looking at stuff from Ron's pocket, and for the last fifteen minutes, they sat in silence.
"Mione?" Ron asked.
Hermione smiled, "Yes, Ron?"
"Er--I love it in here and all...but is there a way to get out?"
"Yeah. Just do me a favor. Well, two favors, for that matter..."
"Anything..."
Hermione, squished between Ron and the wall, gazed into his eyes, then wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she whispered.
Ron did as told, and when they pulled apart, he asked, "And number two?"
"Promise me one thing..."
"Anything."
"I don't know how to say this, but I--I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ron."
"I do, too, Mione. Er---I mean---with you, not me--"
Hermione smiled, the one Ron loved, and said, "Will you promise me that we'll spend the rest of our lives together...I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I love you,"
"I love you too."
Ron kissed her quickly on the lips and then said, "There's no one I'd rather be stuck in a broom closet with than you..."
Hermione giggled, the one Ron loved, and said, "Okay...about getting out of here." She pulled out her wand, pointed it at the door, and muttered, "Alohomora."
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Ron asked.
"Well, just remember: there's no one I'd rather be stuck in a broom closet with than you, too. I thought now would be the perfect time to."
Ron looked at her curioiusly. She wasn't usually a big joker. He shrugged, and started walking back to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione caught up and slipped her hand into his, waiting for one last kiss before starting off to the Tower.
~*~A/N Aww... happy at last. Well, I'll tell you two things: First, I enjoy being evil sometimes.. second: I will enjoy writing the next chapter. *sigh* romance for a whole chapter...need humor.
By Tatortot
Chapter Six
The Broom Closet
A/N thanks for all my reviews! i cant wait for more!!
"Broom closet," Hermione said, looking around in the very small space they were in. There was barely enough room for them to stand. Ron sat down, and Hermione did too, as far away as she could from Ron, which wasn't even a foot.
Ron looked over at Hermione, who was crying silently.
~She's so cute.~ He thought to himself. ~Maybe I shoud apologize.....I never have before, but I know she'd appreciate it. At least I hope so.~
But three hours had passed and Ron had never gotten up the courage to apologize.
Hermione's stomach growled and she reached into her pocket, taking out a spare piece of parchment. "Creama Parrimento." Immediately, the piece of parchment turned into ice cream, with, much to her very noticable dislike, had two spoons.
Ron looked longingly over at it, his mouth watering. It looked very good, and he was very hungry.
~Yumm....~ he thought to himself.
*Oh, great,* Hermione sighed. She tossed him the spare spoon, which he caught in his left hand, and started eating. He had taken three quick bites, when he noticed that Hermione had just had a nibble of it. She was deep in thought, staring off into space.
Hermione saw that he was watching her, and she continued eating.
When the ice cream was gone, Hermione muttered, "Parrimento Creama," and the ice cream dish turned back into her parchment which she stuck in her pocket. She then burst into a storm of tears, sobbing loudly.
Ron watched her, a look of sorrow on his face. Hermione saw him staring, and turned her back to him. They sat like that for a long time, until Ron was so bored, he thought it'd be more interesting to kill himself than sit there with nothing to do but listen to Hermione cry, which was his fault.
The six-o-clock dinner bell rang, and they could hear students thumping around, trying to get to the Great Hall. Ron dug into his pockets, and pulled out everything there was.
Hermione turned around, now interested to see what he would do.
He picked up a dead spider and shrieked, throwing it across the closet. Hermione smiled, but didn't let Ron see it.
Next he saw a castle from his chess board and sighed, "I've been looking for that." He set it aside and kept looking at his treasures. "Oooh! A letter..." he said, picking it up and reading:
Ron-
How has your summer been? Mine? Great. I've already finished the Standard Book Of Spells, Grade Five. I miss you very much. Do you think I could come over for the last month of summer? I hope so. It'd be great. My Dad already said I could, so write back after you've asked your Mum, please. I can't wait to see you again. My Mum said that I look tan and older. Hmmm. I don't think so. Tell me what you think. I'll send you a picture of me, just in case it's a while until I see you. I sure hope not! Well, I had better get going. Again, can't wait to see you. Tell Ginny hi and I miss her.
Love From,
Hermione
Ron loved that letter. It was true, Hermione was very tan, and her womanly curves were truly showing. Her hair was not its usual bushy, but wavier. Ron couldn't believe he insulted her so badly. He decided to just keep digging through his junk, and he placed the letter next to his castle. Next, he found a few silver sickles and bronze knuts.
"Now I can buy y---er---some stuff when we go to Hogsmeade---" Ron said quickly, blushing.
Ten minutes later, Ron was still searching at his stuff, when he saw a small scrapbook; it had about ten pages. He looked at the front, which said: Hermione Weasley. He blushed and hid it in his robes. He looked up at Hermione, who had been watching him very intently.
Ron sighed deeply. "Er--Mione?"
"Hmmm?" said Hermione, looking away.
"Er---I--I'm sorry. Really, I am."
Hermione looked up, surprised at what he had said. "That's the first time you've done that. Apologized, I mean."
"Er---yeah. Well, I mean it. I really do." His eyes then caught hers, and she scooted closer to him, even though there wasn't much room to close in, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She then pulled him into a kiss, which he did back to her. Neither of them wanted to stop, but had to, eventually, because breathing is nice to do every now and then.
Hermione took a deep breath; they kissed for a very long time. *Wow,* she thought to herself.
"What---what's that?" She asked, pointing at his pocket, where Ron had hidden the scrap book.
"I---er--it's a photo album," Ron sighed, taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Hermione, who was sitting on his lap. "I made it in the fourth year...I've been adding on to it since, you know, with more recent things..."
"It's beautiful..." Hermione whispered, tracing the words: Hermione Weasley.
She opened it up, and the first page was written with Ron's best handwriting, which wasn't very neat, but still great. It had some stuff scribbled all over it, such as: Hermione Weasley, I love Hermione, R + H = love, KRUM SUCKS, and My Mione.
Hermione knew--right then--she knew why she had fallen so deeply in love with Ron: He was too sweet!! She kissed him very passionately for as long as she could without air.
When they pulled apart, Hermione sat next to him, squished in the small space. She rested her head on his strong shoulder and he took the scrapbook/photo album in his hands and turned the page. There was a picture of Hermione and Ron in their first year, when they won the house cup. Ron had taped little construction-papered hearts around the border of the picture, and below it, he had written: ~First--to Mr. Ronald Weasley...for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen these many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points. Second--To Miss Hermione Granger...for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.~
The second page was of Ron and Hermione, sitting in the stands, watching Harry and the other people on the Gryffindor Team practice Quidditch. Ron wrote: ~Watching Harry-- hating Malfoy.~ It was just after that picture was taken (by Colin) that Malfoy had called Hermione a Mudblood. The aftermath: an afternoon of belching up slugs.
The next page was of Ron and Hermione hugging--she had just became back from being petrified, and they were at the End-Of-The-Year-Feast, in their pajamas. Underneath that, he wrote: ~The two of us--together forever.~
Ron turned the page, watching Hermione, who was silently crying--Ron was VERY sweet. There was two pictures on page four. One was of Ron, Harry, and Hermione, sitting in Divination. The two boys were snickering at their comments of each other's futures, and Hermione was explaining to Professor Trelawny that Harry did NOT have a grim in his teacup. ~My Mione, always right.~ The picture next to that one was of the trio who were 'orb gazing.' Ron was silently giggling and pointing at a candle burn on the table. Hermione was upset, wanting to practice her Cheering Charms, and Harry was trying to keep a straight face, staring blankly at the orb. ~Ahh, those were the days...~
On the fifth page, Ron and Hermione were standing in the Quidditch Stadium, cheering what would have been loudly, but it was of course, silent. Harry was noticable on the shoulders of cheering Gryffindors, along with the rest of the team. ~Winning the Quidditch Cup.~
There were many more pictures, all with a comment. On the train ride home from their third year, Pig flying around their heads, hooting madly. ~Pig--annoying, like always....Harry--obsessed with his letter from Sirius.~
The Quidditch World Cup, Harry cut out of the picture. ~Watching Krum lose. ^_^~
Hermione and Ron at the Yule Ball, their dancing partners cut out of the separate pictures so it seemed as though they were dancing. ~I wish...~
After the second task, a disgusted Ron, standing by a blushing Hermione. ~If I was in the Triwizard Tournament, it would have been you down there--you're the one I'd miss the most.~
And the last page was a collauge (A/N: i dunno how to spell it.. ::blushes::) of pictures--just Ron and Hermione. Exchanging Christmas gifts, laughing at the Burrow, watching Harry play Quidditch, sitting on the Hogwarts Express--on the way to school, and back, etc.
When Ron closed the book, he saw Hermione crying, and sighed. He gave her the scrap book, which she took happily. She turned it over and on the back cover, Ron had written:
S.P.E.W.
S= Spare time's always spent with you
P= Please forgive me for dancing with Padma
E= Eternity- you and me
W= Will you be my girlfriend?
"Ron--" sniff "--Yes! Yes, I'll--I'll be your g-girl friend."
Ron kissed her cheek, then pointed at the back cover of the book agian; there was more writing. Hermione read:
R=Red H=Hott
R+H= RED HOTT
H.E.R.M.I.O.N.E.
H= Honey lips, cinnamon eyes, sugar-sweet attitude,
E= Everlasting love--she's mine forever,
R= Reading, talking, whatever she does makes me love her more.
M= Mine for eternity, no matter what anyone says,
I= If she had known that I've loved her forever--and always will,
O= Only she makes me feel so happy,
N= Never loved anyone more than her,
E= Everyone, I could have--but I choose Hermione.
LOVE
L is for Little does she know, I've loved her since I knew her.
O is for Orb gazing--don't need to do it--I know she'll be mine forever.
V is for Very much, I know this: My love for her has grown as strong as love can.
E is for Everyone and anyone, but no one's as special as her.
"D--do you really m-mean all of th-this?" Hermione asked through sobs.
"Of course, Mione."
"You didn't do it 'cause y-you were g-gonna show m-me?"
"Of course not...it's all true."
Hermione let a few more tears fall down her cheeks, then continued reading.
The One I Love
Her love fits my hand like a glove.
She's an angel, sent from above.
I love her most dearly,
I can't put it more clearly.
Hermione: She is the one I love.
ABC's Of Hermione
Adorable
Beautiful
Cute
Darling
Enjoyable
Friendly
Gorgeous
Hott
Intelligent
Joyful
Kissable
Lovable
Marvolous
Nice
Optimistic
Pretty
Quick-witted
Reliable
Sexy
Talented
Unique
Virgo
Wonderful
Xylophone-player...?
Young
Zany
Hermione's tear-stained face looked up from the book and into Ron's eyes. He beamed at her, remembering each time he had written the poems.
They then started looking at things in Ron's 'Pocket Pile' together. For twenty minutes straight, they ate Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, laughing at each other's disgusted faces.
Ron grabbed a tannish-orangish colored bean and said, "Hmm... honey sounds good..." When he put it in his mouth, however, he spit it out and grabbed for another to wash it down--hoping chocolate--to find poop/crap/shit, which he also spit out, and then tried for a 'strawberry' to get liver. Finally, Hermione transfigured something into water, which he drank rather quickly. "Urgh... vomit...could have sworn it was honey..."
Hermione, who was laughing the whole time, calmed down and tried a green one--craving lime--and ended up with leaves.
After that, they found many more peculiar things that were hidden in Ron's pocket. Bits of Homework, spare quills/ink, a sock, and when he found a chopped-up piece of a caterpillar, Hermione laughed.
"I told you that there was something missing in your Love Potion last week!"
"Well," Ron said, throwing the chunk across the closet. "It must of worked anyways 'cause I got you." He kissed her cheek and put his arm around her shoulder. For a whole hour, they kept looking at stuff from Ron's pocket, and for the last fifteen minutes, they sat in silence.
"Mione?" Ron asked.
Hermione smiled, "Yes, Ron?"
"Er--I love it in here and all...but is there a way to get out?"
"Yeah. Just do me a favor. Well, two favors, for that matter..."
"Anything..."
Hermione, squished between Ron and the wall, gazed into his eyes, then wrapped her arms around his neck. "Kiss me," she whispered.
Ron did as told, and when they pulled apart, he asked, "And number two?"
"Promise me one thing..."
"Anything."
"I don't know how to say this, but I--I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ron."
"I do, too, Mione. Er---I mean---with you, not me--"
Hermione smiled, the one Ron loved, and said, "Will you promise me that we'll spend the rest of our lives together...I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I love you,"
"I love you too."
Ron kissed her quickly on the lips and then said, "There's no one I'd rather be stuck in a broom closet with than you..."
Hermione giggled, the one Ron loved, and said, "Okay...about getting out of here." She pulled out her wand, pointed it at the door, and muttered, "Alohomora."
"Why didn't you do that earlier?" Ron asked.
"Well, just remember: there's no one I'd rather be stuck in a broom closet with than you, too. I thought now would be the perfect time to."
Ron looked at her curioiusly. She wasn't usually a big joker. He shrugged, and started walking back to Gryffindor Tower. Hermione caught up and slipped her hand into his, waiting for one last kiss before starting off to the Tower.
~*~A/N Aww... happy at last. Well, I'll tell you two things: First, I enjoy being evil sometimes.. second: I will enjoy writing the next chapter. *sigh* romance for a whole chapter...need humor.
