Hermione was still in a daze as she stared out the window in her
compartment. Whatever she had expected from Ron it had not been *that*. But
then . . . Hermione thought hard . . . was it she or him that initiated the
kiss?
Hermione sighed, deciding not to dwell on it. It didn't matter.
Oh, but that kiss . . . Hermione sighed again. She wasn't going to get it out of her mind. It had rekindled that night in London . . .
* * * * *
**London, August**
"Hermione!"
Hermione spun around to see Ginny running towards her. "Hi, Ginny. Have I kept you guys waiting long? Where is Ron, anyways? And your mother?"
"Mum and Dad couldn't come," Ginny said, shrugging. "Dad got caught up at work and Mum found out that George is sick and she went to give him some Pepperup. Personally, I think she's just tired of taking us to Diagon Ally every year. She just gave Ron and I enough money and said she trusted us. Actually, she gave *me* the money and told me not to let Ron blow it on anything."
Hermione laughed and followed Ginny to the ice cream shop where Ron was sitting at a table. "Ron, hey!" she called, waving, and walked quickly to his table. He stood, staring at her oddly, and she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "How were your holidays?"
"Now that Percy's out of the house they're much better of course," Ron said. "But I do miss George and Fred. The house seems so quiet without them."
Hermione nodded sympathetically.
"Well, how were your holidays?" he asked her brightly.
"Simply wonderful! They built a brand new library next to my house and I spent two whole days just wondering around and admiring it."
"I believe it."
"Oh, do shut up," Hermione said playfully. "And while you're at it go get me some ice cream too. I think I'd like marshmallow orange."
Ron rolled his eyes, but got up to get her her request.
Ginny scooted to where he had been sitting across from Hermione. "When is Harry coming?" she asked. Ginny had given up on trying to hide her crush from people.
"I'm not sure. Within the next couple days or so, I suppose. He's getting all of his stuff out this time because he doesn't plan on ever going back to his aunt and uncles'."
Ron, finding Ginny in his seat, sat next to Hermione, gave her the ice cream, and took his from in front of Ginny. "Herm, I have to show you the Quidditch shop -- they have the new Ripper 01, which is much better than Harry's old Ripper, apparently. They changed the twigs to grape vine because it has a much smoother way of moving in the air. The Chudley Cannons are getting them for their team and--"
"He memorized the card describing it," Ginny explained, interrupting Hermione. Hermione turned and arched her eyebrows at Ron, whose ears were tinged pink.
"Better card than Harry Potter's history," Ron shot back at his sister.
Ginny shrugged in response. This seemed to make Ron even more upset and he got up to get himself another ice cream cone.
Ginny giggled and leaned across the table to Hermione. "I found that if you don't say anything back it's much more entertaining than bantering with him."
Hermione laughed along and Ron came back, mumbling about how girls were stupid, or something equally juvenile.
"Oh, Ginny, I had the best idea that we could have a little slumber party in one of our rooms tonight. I never really had many girl friends, and it'll be wicked, I promise. We can even get Ron in on it."
"What's a slumber party?" Ron asked suspiciously. Ginny seemed just as oblivious.
"It's . . ." Hermione struggled to find a way to describe it. "Well, you wear your pajamas and talk about boys and makeup all night."
"Doesn't sound very interesting," Ron replied. He fidgeted a little in the silence that followed his statement.
"Ron?"
"Yes, Mione?"
"You want to show me that Ripper 01, don't you?"
Ron nodded eagerly. "It's so cool, Hermione!"
"He's like a little boy sometimes, isn't he?" Hermione whispered to Ginny as Ron swept them off down Diagon Ally.
* * * * *
That night, Ginny had gone to bed with a complaint of being tired, but Hermione suspected it was because she wanted the days without Harry to pass quickly. Hermione was brushing her hair, frowing at herself as it just became more bushy. She finally gave up and put it in a pony tail to keep it out of her face.
Somebody knocked on her door and she sighed, vowing that she would yell at whoever it was. She got out of bed and opened the door with a severe look on her face. "What do you want, Ron?" she demanded icily.
Ron walked straight past her as though she didn't bother him a bit.
"Do you want to come in?" Hermione asked sarcastically, shutting the door. "I was trying to sleep."
"Your hair's different," he said, looking at her strangely, cocking his head.
"It's called a pony tail, Ronald."
Ron sat down on her bed and picked up the remote. "Want to watch the telly with me, then?"
Hermione wanted to snap at him again but: a) she knew it wouldn't make a difference to him and b) she did feel a bit lonesome. So she sat down on the bed beside him and scooted backwards so that she was sitting against the headboard.
Hermione noticed after a while that instead of watching the telly, Ron was watching her. She turned to him, annoyed. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Because you're beautiful."
Whatever Hermione had expected, it was *not* that. She gaped at him. "Wh- what?"
"You're beautiful. Especially with your hair up, I can see your face clearly."
"O-oh," Hermione stutted. What was she supposed to say to that? "You're not so bad yourself," she finally said, looking him up.
Ron and Hermione went back to watching the telly. Once again, Hermione noticed Ron's eyes on her.
"What is it now, Ron?"
"I think I had too much butterbeer," Ron said.
"How so?"
"I want to kiss you."
"Really now?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione blushed and quickly looked away. "You know, I'm kind of tired, why don't we continue this another time."
Ron stood and turned off the TV. Hermione followed him to the door so she could lock it behind him.
But instead of leaving, before the door shut Ron turned around and kissed Hermione, tongue and all. Hermione had no chance to respond as he pulled away as quickly as he'd grabbed her.
"Bye, Mione, see you in the morning."
Hermione's jaw dropped as she glared at his retreating back. How dare he? She stomped her foot in frustration and hurried out of her room to follow him. She stomped right up to his door and knocked savagely.
Ron opened the door. "Oh, hel--"
Hermione grabbed his face and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. Then she pulled away and huffed back to her room.
No sooner had she slammed the door than there was a knock on it. She opened it and wasn't surprised at all to find a pair of warm, soft lips pressed against her own before she could even comprehend what was happening.
Ron turned around and began to leave. She stomped up to him and grabbed his arm. "Don't *do* that," she warned him, then kissed him again.
Ron grinned at her. "Hypocrite."
Hermione growled and went back to her room. Ron was the one person who could annoy her so much that she wanted to scream. There was a knock and Hermione opened it. Before Ron could kiss her, she pulled him inside and shut the door, then pressed him up against it and kissed him hard.
As soon as their lips touched she forgot about the vicious things she'd been planning to do to him and simply let her tongue roam around his bottom lip, softly and barely touching. Her stomach was flipping in pleasure and she felt hot currents of pleasure winding their way through her veins.
She pulled away, both of them gasping for air that they'd gone for so long without. Hermione pulled his head down once again but instead of kissing her on the lips he led a trail of kisses along her neck.
Hermione let out a gasp that turned into a moan and pulled away reluctantly. She moved backwards clumsily until she found the bed and sat down. Ron followed her soon after.
* * * * *
**Present**
Hermione's mind was a blur as she remembered the feelings from that night. Every detail had been perfectly stored in her brain and she hadn't let herself go over them until now.
Suddenly it hit her -- she shouldn't be going home . . . Hermione sat straight up in her seat and glanced at her watch. Surely they hadn't gone too far? The captain wouldn't mind if she just asked him to turn around and go the ten minutes back so she could be at Hogwarts with Ron.
That was where she belonged. She didn't care if the whole school knew about her pregnancy. She was eighteen now, fully capable of making her own decisions, and even if they were bad she didn't regret it. No, she needed to go back to Hogwarts, Ron, Harry, Ginny . . . she couldn't believe she'd almost given up her right as Head Girl!
Hermione jumped up and was out of her compartment in a second, running to the captain's office.
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Author's Note: I've noticed that I'm not getting as much feedback . . . and I sound hopelessly desperate -- I hate when people demand for feedback. But I won't let you know what happens next until I have twenty five reviews. Well . . . I'm a softie and I love writing so I may not go through with that . . . but I'll stick to it!
:) ~HJtheB
Hermione sighed, deciding not to dwell on it. It didn't matter.
Oh, but that kiss . . . Hermione sighed again. She wasn't going to get it out of her mind. It had rekindled that night in London . . .
* * * * *
**London, August**
"Hermione!"
Hermione spun around to see Ginny running towards her. "Hi, Ginny. Have I kept you guys waiting long? Where is Ron, anyways? And your mother?"
"Mum and Dad couldn't come," Ginny said, shrugging. "Dad got caught up at work and Mum found out that George is sick and she went to give him some Pepperup. Personally, I think she's just tired of taking us to Diagon Ally every year. She just gave Ron and I enough money and said she trusted us. Actually, she gave *me* the money and told me not to let Ron blow it on anything."
Hermione laughed and followed Ginny to the ice cream shop where Ron was sitting at a table. "Ron, hey!" she called, waving, and walked quickly to his table. He stood, staring at her oddly, and she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. "How were your holidays?"
"Now that Percy's out of the house they're much better of course," Ron said. "But I do miss George and Fred. The house seems so quiet without them."
Hermione nodded sympathetically.
"Well, how were your holidays?" he asked her brightly.
"Simply wonderful! They built a brand new library next to my house and I spent two whole days just wondering around and admiring it."
"I believe it."
"Oh, do shut up," Hermione said playfully. "And while you're at it go get me some ice cream too. I think I'd like marshmallow orange."
Ron rolled his eyes, but got up to get her her request.
Ginny scooted to where he had been sitting across from Hermione. "When is Harry coming?" she asked. Ginny had given up on trying to hide her crush from people.
"I'm not sure. Within the next couple days or so, I suppose. He's getting all of his stuff out this time because he doesn't plan on ever going back to his aunt and uncles'."
Ron, finding Ginny in his seat, sat next to Hermione, gave her the ice cream, and took his from in front of Ginny. "Herm, I have to show you the Quidditch shop -- they have the new Ripper 01, which is much better than Harry's old Ripper, apparently. They changed the twigs to grape vine because it has a much smoother way of moving in the air. The Chudley Cannons are getting them for their team and--"
"He memorized the card describing it," Ginny explained, interrupting Hermione. Hermione turned and arched her eyebrows at Ron, whose ears were tinged pink.
"Better card than Harry Potter's history," Ron shot back at his sister.
Ginny shrugged in response. This seemed to make Ron even more upset and he got up to get himself another ice cream cone.
Ginny giggled and leaned across the table to Hermione. "I found that if you don't say anything back it's much more entertaining than bantering with him."
Hermione laughed along and Ron came back, mumbling about how girls were stupid, or something equally juvenile.
"Oh, Ginny, I had the best idea that we could have a little slumber party in one of our rooms tonight. I never really had many girl friends, and it'll be wicked, I promise. We can even get Ron in on it."
"What's a slumber party?" Ron asked suspiciously. Ginny seemed just as oblivious.
"It's . . ." Hermione struggled to find a way to describe it. "Well, you wear your pajamas and talk about boys and makeup all night."
"Doesn't sound very interesting," Ron replied. He fidgeted a little in the silence that followed his statement.
"Ron?"
"Yes, Mione?"
"You want to show me that Ripper 01, don't you?"
Ron nodded eagerly. "It's so cool, Hermione!"
"He's like a little boy sometimes, isn't he?" Hermione whispered to Ginny as Ron swept them off down Diagon Ally.
* * * * *
That night, Ginny had gone to bed with a complaint of being tired, but Hermione suspected it was because she wanted the days without Harry to pass quickly. Hermione was brushing her hair, frowing at herself as it just became more bushy. She finally gave up and put it in a pony tail to keep it out of her face.
Somebody knocked on her door and she sighed, vowing that she would yell at whoever it was. She got out of bed and opened the door with a severe look on her face. "What do you want, Ron?" she demanded icily.
Ron walked straight past her as though she didn't bother him a bit.
"Do you want to come in?" Hermione asked sarcastically, shutting the door. "I was trying to sleep."
"Your hair's different," he said, looking at her strangely, cocking his head.
"It's called a pony tail, Ronald."
Ron sat down on her bed and picked up the remote. "Want to watch the telly with me, then?"
Hermione wanted to snap at him again but: a) she knew it wouldn't make a difference to him and b) she did feel a bit lonesome. So she sat down on the bed beside him and scooted backwards so that she was sitting against the headboard.
Hermione noticed after a while that instead of watching the telly, Ron was watching her. She turned to him, annoyed. "Why are you looking at me?"
"Because you're beautiful."
Whatever Hermione had expected, it was *not* that. She gaped at him. "Wh- what?"
"You're beautiful. Especially with your hair up, I can see your face clearly."
"O-oh," Hermione stutted. What was she supposed to say to that? "You're not so bad yourself," she finally said, looking him up.
Ron and Hermione went back to watching the telly. Once again, Hermione noticed Ron's eyes on her.
"What is it now, Ron?"
"I think I had too much butterbeer," Ron said.
"How so?"
"I want to kiss you."
"Really now?"
Ron nodded.
Hermione blushed and quickly looked away. "You know, I'm kind of tired, why don't we continue this another time."
Ron stood and turned off the TV. Hermione followed him to the door so she could lock it behind him.
But instead of leaving, before the door shut Ron turned around and kissed Hermione, tongue and all. Hermione had no chance to respond as he pulled away as quickly as he'd grabbed her.
"Bye, Mione, see you in the morning."
Hermione's jaw dropped as she glared at his retreating back. How dare he? She stomped her foot in frustration and hurried out of her room to follow him. She stomped right up to his door and knocked savagely.
Ron opened the door. "Oh, hel--"
Hermione grabbed his face and pulled him down for a fierce kiss. Then she pulled away and huffed back to her room.
No sooner had she slammed the door than there was a knock on it. She opened it and wasn't surprised at all to find a pair of warm, soft lips pressed against her own before she could even comprehend what was happening.
Ron turned around and began to leave. She stomped up to him and grabbed his arm. "Don't *do* that," she warned him, then kissed him again.
Ron grinned at her. "Hypocrite."
Hermione growled and went back to her room. Ron was the one person who could annoy her so much that she wanted to scream. There was a knock and Hermione opened it. Before Ron could kiss her, she pulled him inside and shut the door, then pressed him up against it and kissed him hard.
As soon as their lips touched she forgot about the vicious things she'd been planning to do to him and simply let her tongue roam around his bottom lip, softly and barely touching. Her stomach was flipping in pleasure and she felt hot currents of pleasure winding their way through her veins.
She pulled away, both of them gasping for air that they'd gone for so long without. Hermione pulled his head down once again but instead of kissing her on the lips he led a trail of kisses along her neck.
Hermione let out a gasp that turned into a moan and pulled away reluctantly. She moved backwards clumsily until she found the bed and sat down. Ron followed her soon after.
* * * * *
**Present**
Hermione's mind was a blur as she remembered the feelings from that night. Every detail had been perfectly stored in her brain and she hadn't let herself go over them until now.
Suddenly it hit her -- she shouldn't be going home . . . Hermione sat straight up in her seat and glanced at her watch. Surely they hadn't gone too far? The captain wouldn't mind if she just asked him to turn around and go the ten minutes back so she could be at Hogwarts with Ron.
That was where she belonged. She didn't care if the whole school knew about her pregnancy. She was eighteen now, fully capable of making her own decisions, and even if they were bad she didn't regret it. No, she needed to go back to Hogwarts, Ron, Harry, Ginny . . . she couldn't believe she'd almost given up her right as Head Girl!
Hermione jumped up and was out of her compartment in a second, running to the captain's office.
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Author's Note: I've noticed that I'm not getting as much feedback . . . and I sound hopelessly desperate -- I hate when people demand for feedback. But I won't let you know what happens next until I have twenty five reviews. Well . . . I'm a softie and I love writing so I may not go through with that . . . but I'll stick to it!
:) ~HJtheB