*A/N okay, okay, I'll be the first to admit that this post has taken a while. I could give you some excuses, but the real reason is my lazy ass doesn't like to move much or do things too often. I'm sorry. Anyway, I'm afraid I'm facing some serious writers block. I blame it on school starting again... saps all the creativity right out of a person. Well, here it is, the next chapter.*
Disclaimer: AHHHHH! I just realized I forgot to put this on the first three! I haven't been sued yet, but let me say now that none of this, except that which is posing as plot, is mine. I happen to own a very nice CD collection, Mrs. Rowling owns Harry Potter and friends. I'm up for a trade any time. (wink wink...)
Chapter 4: Midnight wanderings
Ron woke with a start. He sat up, wondering where he was for a moment before he rolled over and saw Harry asleep in his bed. Suddenly he remembered why he was on a camp bed in the middle of his room. With equal speed he also remembered his confession of last night. He groaned inwardly as he thought of Hermione in the next room. She was probably asleep at the moment, completely unaware that he was sitting up in the next room, thinking about nothing but her. "Its probably a good thing too." Ron thought. There was no way she could possibly feel the same way about him. If she found out there whole friendship would be ruined. Everything would become awkward, with her and with Harry. Ron didn't want to risk his friendship with Harry, but he didn't want to loose contact with Hermione more. He knew he and Harry would still be able to hang out, even if Ron could never show his face to Hermione again. But as Ron sat in the dark thinking it over, he realized he didn't want to risk loosing Hermione, even if it meant not getting as close to her as he wanted. He was sure Hermione didn't feel anything other than friendship towards him. At times even that camaraderie was strained. Ron and Hermione did fight an incredible amount. Ron always acted like a prat around her, and secretly he realized this. There was no way Hermione would forgive all his stupid, rash comments about her being a know-it-all, about Crookshanks, about S.P.E.W., about Viktor. Ron felt a lump form in his throat at the thought of Viktor. Hermione didn't like Viktor. She had turned him down. Maybe, just maybe, Ron did have a chance after all? With this thought Ron hit himself hard on the head. "Stop giving yourself false hope, you stupid idiot. There's no way." He muttered to himself.
What Ron really needed now was someone to talk to. He had only just accepted his feelings, and was still incredibly confused about the whole thing. The thoughts spinning around in his head seemed to prevent any rational thought from taking place. The whole time images of Hermione kept popping up in his head, tormenting him in the dark. Ron decided that he wasn't going to get any more sleep if he didn't find a way to work out what he should do. Looking over at Harry, who was fast asleep, Ron also realized that he wasn't going to get any advice in this room. Getting up he tiptoed across the room, despite the fact that he knew from experience that when Harry was truly fast asleep, as he was now from the look of it, there was no waking him. Ron opened the door and walked out into the hallway, closing the door with a slow creak behind him. It was then he realized he couldn't see anything. Blindly, Ron stepped forward towards where he knew the banister to the stairs was. He collided with something warm and solid. Ron fell on his rear with a muffled "oy!" as he felt the dark shape across from him get tangled in his legs and fall down next to him.
"Ron?" he heard Hermione's voice hiss from the dark shape at his side.
"Yeah?" Ron answered while rubbing his sore bum. Great, he thought, this was the last person I wanted to see or talk to now! Why does life have to be so Ironic!
"Sorry, Ron, I didn't see you." Hermione whispered, picking herself up and straightening out her nightgown.
Ron was about to say something sarcastic back about watching where she was going, but he bit his lip before anything came out. Squinting at Hermione through the dark he said simply "Its okay, 'Mione, it was my fault really."
There was silence for a moment as Hermione seemed temporarily stunned by his response, but she quickly got her voice back. "So, what are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep." Ron mumbled.
"Neither could I." Hermione said back.
"Oh," Ron realized his earlier prediction of what Hermione was doing had been wrong. "Well, I was just about to get a cup of tea from the kitchen, do you want to join me?"
"Sure, that sounds good." Hermione said, but continued uneasily "I can't see where I'm going though, do you think we can turn on a light?"
"Nah, mum wakes up really easily. Here, I'll help you though, I know this house like the back of my hand," and before Ron realized what he was doing he had grabbed Hermione's hand.
She let out a slight gasp of surprise, but then squeezed Ron's hand back and whispered "all right, but don't let me walk into any walls."
Ron felt his stomach fill with what had to be Cornish pixies on a sugar high when he realized what he had just done. Hermione's hand felt good in his, it was comforting and natural. He finally managed to regain his breath, and started leading her down the stairs, whispering to her where the uneven steps where. Finally they both made it down into the hall way safely. Ron opened the door to the next room and whispered "lights." Suddenly the kitchen was filled with the warm glow of several candelabras on the wall.
*A/N: sorry its short, but I'm probably going to post the next one tonight or tomorrow.
A few comments~
I didn't want to hint at any slash by saying Ron saw Harry in his bed... Harry and Ron were in two separate beds, all right, just to clear that up.
Also, sorry about Ron's horrible use of clichés, AKA "like the back of my hand" this is my fault... I couldn't think of a better way to say it.
Don't worry, there will be more fluff than hugs and hand holding, Ron and Hermione are still not really together though, so right now that will have to do. (no snogging before the first date... jk.)
PrincessSkywalkerOrgana- thanks for the advice, I'll keep writing no matter what.
Dude Wheres my Cheese- I lurv your name! I'm also thinking of writing a H/G story based on the same event but from Ginny's point of view, so keep and eye out for that!
Mary Sue Assassin- I love the Weasley family, so I'm glad you like my versions of them.
RonandHermy- I am also A HUGE R/Hr shipper! (Don't know what those bloody H/Hrers could be thinking! lol)
Keep writing comments people! I lurv you!
(ten points to the person who knows where I lurv you comes from!)
Disclaimer: AHHHHH! I just realized I forgot to put this on the first three! I haven't been sued yet, but let me say now that none of this, except that which is posing as plot, is mine. I happen to own a very nice CD collection, Mrs. Rowling owns Harry Potter and friends. I'm up for a trade any time. (wink wink...)
Chapter 4: Midnight wanderings
Ron woke with a start. He sat up, wondering where he was for a moment before he rolled over and saw Harry asleep in his bed. Suddenly he remembered why he was on a camp bed in the middle of his room. With equal speed he also remembered his confession of last night. He groaned inwardly as he thought of Hermione in the next room. She was probably asleep at the moment, completely unaware that he was sitting up in the next room, thinking about nothing but her. "Its probably a good thing too." Ron thought. There was no way she could possibly feel the same way about him. If she found out there whole friendship would be ruined. Everything would become awkward, with her and with Harry. Ron didn't want to risk his friendship with Harry, but he didn't want to loose contact with Hermione more. He knew he and Harry would still be able to hang out, even if Ron could never show his face to Hermione again. But as Ron sat in the dark thinking it over, he realized he didn't want to risk loosing Hermione, even if it meant not getting as close to her as he wanted. He was sure Hermione didn't feel anything other than friendship towards him. At times even that camaraderie was strained. Ron and Hermione did fight an incredible amount. Ron always acted like a prat around her, and secretly he realized this. There was no way Hermione would forgive all his stupid, rash comments about her being a know-it-all, about Crookshanks, about S.P.E.W., about Viktor. Ron felt a lump form in his throat at the thought of Viktor. Hermione didn't like Viktor. She had turned him down. Maybe, just maybe, Ron did have a chance after all? With this thought Ron hit himself hard on the head. "Stop giving yourself false hope, you stupid idiot. There's no way." He muttered to himself.
What Ron really needed now was someone to talk to. He had only just accepted his feelings, and was still incredibly confused about the whole thing. The thoughts spinning around in his head seemed to prevent any rational thought from taking place. The whole time images of Hermione kept popping up in his head, tormenting him in the dark. Ron decided that he wasn't going to get any more sleep if he didn't find a way to work out what he should do. Looking over at Harry, who was fast asleep, Ron also realized that he wasn't going to get any advice in this room. Getting up he tiptoed across the room, despite the fact that he knew from experience that when Harry was truly fast asleep, as he was now from the look of it, there was no waking him. Ron opened the door and walked out into the hallway, closing the door with a slow creak behind him. It was then he realized he couldn't see anything. Blindly, Ron stepped forward towards where he knew the banister to the stairs was. He collided with something warm and solid. Ron fell on his rear with a muffled "oy!" as he felt the dark shape across from him get tangled in his legs and fall down next to him.
"Ron?" he heard Hermione's voice hiss from the dark shape at his side.
"Yeah?" Ron answered while rubbing his sore bum. Great, he thought, this was the last person I wanted to see or talk to now! Why does life have to be so Ironic!
"Sorry, Ron, I didn't see you." Hermione whispered, picking herself up and straightening out her nightgown.
Ron was about to say something sarcastic back about watching where she was going, but he bit his lip before anything came out. Squinting at Hermione through the dark he said simply "Its okay, 'Mione, it was my fault really."
There was silence for a moment as Hermione seemed temporarily stunned by his response, but she quickly got her voice back. "So, what are you doing up?"
"Couldn't sleep." Ron mumbled.
"Neither could I." Hermione said back.
"Oh," Ron realized his earlier prediction of what Hermione was doing had been wrong. "Well, I was just about to get a cup of tea from the kitchen, do you want to join me?"
"Sure, that sounds good." Hermione said, but continued uneasily "I can't see where I'm going though, do you think we can turn on a light?"
"Nah, mum wakes up really easily. Here, I'll help you though, I know this house like the back of my hand," and before Ron realized what he was doing he had grabbed Hermione's hand.
She let out a slight gasp of surprise, but then squeezed Ron's hand back and whispered "all right, but don't let me walk into any walls."
Ron felt his stomach fill with what had to be Cornish pixies on a sugar high when he realized what he had just done. Hermione's hand felt good in his, it was comforting and natural. He finally managed to regain his breath, and started leading her down the stairs, whispering to her where the uneven steps where. Finally they both made it down into the hall way safely. Ron opened the door to the next room and whispered "lights." Suddenly the kitchen was filled with the warm glow of several candelabras on the wall.
*A/N: sorry its short, but I'm probably going to post the next one tonight or tomorrow.
A few comments~
I didn't want to hint at any slash by saying Ron saw Harry in his bed... Harry and Ron were in two separate beds, all right, just to clear that up.
Also, sorry about Ron's horrible use of clichés, AKA "like the back of my hand" this is my fault... I couldn't think of a better way to say it.
Don't worry, there will be more fluff than hugs and hand holding, Ron and Hermione are still not really together though, so right now that will have to do. (no snogging before the first date... jk.)
PrincessSkywalkerOrgana- thanks for the advice, I'll keep writing no matter what.
Dude Wheres my Cheese- I lurv your name! I'm also thinking of writing a H/G story based on the same event but from Ginny's point of view, so keep and eye out for that!
Mary Sue Assassin- I love the Weasley family, so I'm glad you like my versions of them.
RonandHermy- I am also A HUGE R/Hr shipper! (Don't know what those bloody H/Hrers could be thinking! lol)
Keep writing comments people! I lurv you!
(ten points to the person who knows where I lurv you comes from!)