Because You're Mine
By Tatortot
Chp. One
The Memory

Ronald Weasley sat on his bed in his dormitory at Hogwarts, twiddling his thumbs, bored out of his mind. All of the other boys were asleep, and Harry was snoring VERY loudly.

Just when he thought he could die of boredom, Hermione snuck in.

"Ron?" she asked. "Are you awake?"

"'Course," Ron said, pulling back the curtains on his four poster.

"Same here."

"I realized that."

"Harry snores?" Hermione asked, inviting herself to sit on Ron's bed.

"Yep. Neville used to, but ever since he started dating Ginny, he just stopped."

"Oh."

The reason why Hermione and Ron were still awake was because of what had happened two hours earlier.

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Hermione was in the Common Room reading, barely awake. Her eyes would close and open, not blink for a second.

Ron was watching her. Watching her very closely. When he noticed that she was reading a parchment placed in a book, not a book, he became interested.

"A letter from Vicky?" he asked her.

"No!" Hermione said, shocked.

"A letter to Vicky?"

"What if it was?"

"It is, isn't it? You're writing a love letter to your dear Vicky--"

"Ron, there is NOTHING going on with me and Viktor. And it's NOT a love letter to him. It's just-"

"So it is to him, isn't it? It's-"

"Ronald Weasley, if you don't shut up and let me explain, I will write to your Mum and tell her that you broke into Snape's office and stole potions ingredients!"

"Blackmail isn't like you, 'Mione."

"Yeah, but it works. So shut up, or I'll tell her. Remember?" Hermione mocked her voice to a shrill Mrs. Weasley, "If you put another toe out of line, we'll bring you straight. Back. Home!'"

Ron nodded. "Okay, I'll shut up. I'll even raise my hand when I have a question. Ma'am."

"Okay. First of all, it is a letter to Viktor. But it isn't a love letter. It's a congratulations letter."

Ron raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"What kind of congratulations letter? Why are you congratulating him?"

"For his latest Qudditch win and for getting the guts to ask out his crush, who said yes."

"It's you, isn't it?" Ron yelled, forgetting her threat.

"Ron. Okay. I do not want to go out with Krum! I only did at the Yule Ball because the guy I liked didn't ask me. And if I did, why would I congratulate him? 'Oh, yeah, I'll go out with you! By the way, congrats! You have a great girlfriend!' No, Ron, it doesn't work that way."

"Who's the guy you liked? Percy?"

"No, and he's much too older."

Ron snorted. Percy was only a year older than Krum.

"Second of all," Hermione said. "There isn't anything going on with Krum and me. We're just friends."

"Nothing? There's nothing going on with you and Krum?" Ron asked, taken aback. He completely forgot the process of raising his hand. Hermione didn't care, though.

She got up off of her chair and walked over to where he was standing. "Would it bother you if there was?"

Ron didn't say anything.

Hermione moved closer to him, so they were just a foot apart. "Ron? Would it matter to you?"

She walked even closer, and they were just six inches apart.

"Ron?"

Three inches.

Ron was just in a dazed look, staring into her cinnamon eyes, touching her smooth face, dreaming about her soft lips. and before he knew it, he filled in the space between them, wrapping his arms around her waist, and he kissed her.

Hermione slid her hand through his hair, kissing him back. After a few moments, their eyes still closed, they pulled apart slowly.

"Yes, Hermione, it would matter to me." Then he ran away and up the stairs to the boys' dormitories. He yelled, "'Night, 'Mione!" And hurried into the dormitories where he changed into his pajamas and sat on his bed thinking, for two hours.

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