*A/N: thanks for all your reviews, and sorry this is about 6 minutes later than I said it would be. lol. Anywho, this chapters a good one, at least I think it is. I'm not sure when I'll get the next one out, but a load of reviews might speed things up a bit. (wink wink, nudge nudge!)
Disclaimer: When I look into the mirror of erised I see myself attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If this were so I would be able to market this story because it would be true, and hence not copyrightable fiction. Unfortunately it isn't so, so I admonish full ownership to the wonderful, brilliant, magnificent woman who is J.K. Rowling. (I lurv you, my hero!)
Ch. 5: Thinking about you
Hermione took a seat at the kitchen table as Ron started rummaging through the cabinets for tea. "Umm... are tea bags okay, Mione? My dad got them when my mom sent him shopping the other day. You know how he is about Muggle stuff."
Hermione grinned at this and said "yeah, sure Ron."
"It'll take a little longer than normal, 'cause were not allowed to use magic and all, but it should be ready soon." Ron said back while putting a kettle on the stove.
"That's fine. Come and sit down while it's boiling." Hermione said, pulling out the chair next to her.
Ron felt his stomach flip yet again, and cursed inwardly. "Why does it have to do that so often, its getting really old," he thought to himself as he sat down. An awkward silence ensued, as Ron racked his brain to try and think up something to talk about. "So, Hermione, why are you up so late?" He asked nervously.
To Ron's surprise Hermione turned red at this. "Oh, its nothing, just couldn't stop thinking."
"Well, if thinking is what keeps you awake, I don't know how you ever get to sleep!" Ron said with a chuckle.
Hermione laughed nervously at this. "So," she asked softly, "why were you up?"
"Oh," Ron said a little shocked, although he realized he should have seen this coming. He felt himself blush as well, as his mind desperately searched for an answer that wouldn't give anything away. Just then Ron was relieved to hear the kettle start to whistle as the water boiled.
With a start, he quickly got up to get the kettle and two mugs. He fumbled around in the cabinets, pretending to look for mugs, hoping that Hermione would forget about the question if he took long enough. Soon he decided she would get suspicious if he didn't finish soon, so he grabbed a pair of cups, the box of tea bags, and the kettle, and sat down at the table across from Hermione. He opened the box of tea bags and looked suspiciously at one. "Um, Mione," he asked questioningly, "how exactly are these buggers supposed to work?"
Hermione gave a short giggle. "That's weird," Ron thought, "Hermione never giggles!" He liked the sound of it and a smile came to his face as Hermione proceeded to explain how to use the tea bag.
Ron looked dubiously at the bad, then put it in his cup and poured hot water over it, watching in amazement as the little white pouch turned itself and the steaming water a rich hazel. "Amazing what those muggles think up!" He said in wonderment.
Hermione giggled again, and Ron's stomach gave a little flop. He really liked that sound. "Honestly, Ron, it's just muggle stuff." She said in a mock scolding voice. "You sound just like your dad!"
"And you sound just like my mum!" He retorted, a grin spreading on his face.
They both laughed and talked comfortably for a while, sipping at their tea all the while. Then, almost out of the blue, Hermione asked Ron again, "So, why are you up so late Ron?"
He sat there at a loss for words for a few seconds, then grinned nervously and said "Well, Hermione, I figured that it would be pretty rude to fall asleep while talking to you, plus I might land in my tea and burn myself!"
"Ha ha, very funny," she replied sarcastically, "but really, why couldn't you sleep?"
Suddenly Ron had an idea. Choosing his words carefully, he began. "Well, you see, I was thinking about something. Well, someone actually."
"Oh." Said Hermione, a bit tartly Ron thought. "Who?"
"It's... just someone." He said quickly, realizing he had almost said you, which would spell disaster.
Hermione seemed to realize that there was no use trying to figure out who Ron meant, that he would tell her when he wanted to and not before. "So, you fancy this girl, do you?"
"Yeah." Ron said adamantly.
"Have you told her Ron?"
"Blimey, no!" Ron said startled. "That's the problem, I can't get her out of my head, but I know for a fact that she doesn't like me back."
Hermione let out a surprised breath at this, and seemed to relax back into her chair. She took another long sip of tea, then said in a slightly wavering voice. "Well, you should talk to her about it."
"I can't Mione, I just can't."
"Why not!" She said, and Ron defiantly heard a tremble in her voice this time. "If you really like this girl, you should just go up and owl her right now. You don't know until you try. Plus, I hate seeing you like this."
"Like what." Ron said in a surprised voice.
"Unhappy. I can see your upset, so just go owl this girl and maybe you won't have to be so down anymore."
"Its not worth it." Ron said quietly. "I just don't want to ruin our friendship." Then, realizing what he had just said, he clamped a hand over his mouth. Looking slowly up at Hermione he realized his worst fears were confirmed. The shocked expression on her face told him quite plainly that she had understood exactly what and who he meant. "Forget what I just said, Hermione, forget it. I'll just go upstairs now." With that Ron got up sullenly from his chair and made to leave the kitchen.
"Ron, wait." He heard a small voice say from behind him. He snapped his head around to see Hermione standing up as well, but the shocked expression was now gone from her face, replaced completely by a broad smile. Ron felt a flutter of hope break its way into the pit of his stomach. He stopped in his tracks, facing Hermione nervously. "Ron, I didn't tell you the truth when you asked why I was up so late earlier. It wasn't nothing, Ron. You aren't nothing."
"W-w-what?" He stammered out, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement, terror, and utmost joy. Did this mean what he thought it meant. Had he been wrong about Hermione's feelings all along? Suddenly he felt his mind going completely blank. The last thought he had was that this couldn't possibly be good, for him to stop thinking. Then he just stood there completely dumbfounded. Hermione looked confused at his silence, and somewhere Ron registered the fact that if he didn't do something he was going to loose his tea, faint where he stood, or both. For the second time that night his instincts took over and he acted without really realizing what he was doing. Walking up to Hermione he realized just how beautiful she was. The candle light was dancing playfully on her face, giving her cheeks and lips a bright rosy glow. He vaguely realized that he had put his hand behind her head. He leaned closer and closer, her bright eyes looking right into his. Then he closed his eyes and the little space that was left between them, lightly brushing his lips against hers. They kissed there, right in the middle of the kitchen. Holding each other tight, not wanting to let go. It felt so natural, so right to be kissing Hermione. Ron never wanted to stop. Suddenly Ron pulled back, gasping for lack of air. Hermione looked back at him, and nervously stammered "W-w-what is it, Ron? Is something wrong. I thought you meant, well, I, I, you did mean... me?" She finished quietly.
Ron felt his brain snap back in place and realized where he was and what he was doing. A smile grew on his face until he felt like he would burst from the sheer joy of it all. "Yeah, Mione. I did mean you."
"Oh..." she said in a relieved voice, but that was all she got out because Ron had leaned in and kissed her again.
The two stood like that for a moment, kissing in the candlelight of the kitchen. Ron felt he could be there forever. Then they broke apart again, hearing a creak on the stairs above them. They quickly ran over to the table and sat down, but the creaking had stopped, and nothing had walked in on them. "Musta just been the wind." Ron mumbled. He reached across the table and took hold of Hermione's still shaking hand. She smiled at him, then said "so, um... well, does that mean that we..."
"yeah, I guess it does," Ron said with a grin, but suddenly he got nervous again. "I mean, only if you want to, you know."
Hermione grinned back at him. "Yeah, yeah I do. That was nice..."
"It was bloody brilliant!" Ron said back, excitedly.
Hermione grinned even wider. "Yeah, I guess it was bloody brilliant, Ron. But we should probably go back upstairs, don't want your mum walking in on us..."
Ron suddenly looked stricken at the thought of his mum. "Hermione, we probably shouldn't tell anyone in my family about this, you know, until we get back to school. Mum would probably kick you out of the house if she knew! Actually, she'd probably kick me out of the house, knowing her."
"Well, I wouldn't blame her," Hermione said playfully, "but all right, Ron, I get your point. Goodnight then." She said and gave him a quick kiss before hurrying up the stairs towards Ginny's room.
Ron just stood there, completely dumbstuck at his luck. Hermione really was a bloody brilliant girl.
Ron walked carefully back into his room, and had just sat down on his cot when he noticed that Harry was sitting up in bed. "Where were you Ron?" He asked.
"Down in the kitchen, getting some tea..." Ron answered, and then after a brief pause he continued, "with Hermione."
Ron could tell Harry was grinning again. "So," he goaded.
"Well," Ron replayed with a smile, "I'm not one to kiss and tell."
"I knew it!" Harry whispered loudly. "Good for you, mate, good for you."
"I know, Harry, but listen, you can't tell mum, or anyone else for that matter, not yet."
"All right, Ron. Night I guess."
"Night, Harry." Ron replied. He lay down and pulled his covers up over him and to his surprise fell asleep almost right away. He spent the night in his dreams, reliving that kiss, his first kiss, over and over again.
*A/N: First of all, I know that people are drinking quite a bit of tea in this story, but I honestly can't think of a better way to leave the two pairs (R/Hr H/G) together for long periods of time without being interrupted. If anyone has any ideas on how to do this, should the need arise again, without depleting the world's supply of Earl Gray, please tell me!
Kay Elle Hunter: I read back over my fic yesterday and realized you are completly right about ch. 3. I edited for that and two spelling mistakes I found. I am completely aghast at my lack of editing skills! lol. Anyway, thanks for the comment!
Tamsy, Diane + Lilac: Ohhh... so does mine! Nothing compares to the parts in the book though! Particularly book four! (the little Krum doll's arm is my favorite part!)
Michelleywelley: he he, you can feel proud knowing you were the cause of Hermione and Ron's snogg in this chapter. I was actually going to title this chapter "Snogging in the kitchen" but decided that gave away a little too much. lol! I had actually been planning on them talking here, but not realizing it was each other they were talking about, but thanks to you I decided that would be too cruel.
MaNdAsFoRrOn: Thank you sooooo much, this means a lot. I've also read a ton of R/Hr fics, some of my favs. are Honestly, Hermione (Ordinary Princess) and The sixth Year: Ron's big adventure (LavenderBrown) . If you haven't read these you should check them out!
I realize my A/Ns have been getting really long, but I like to reply to all my reviewies. Sorry if this bugs you.
Thanks to my reviewies for all the great comments. I lurv you. (I can't believe people don't know where that comes from! I'm giving you another chapter to figure it out.)*
Disclaimer: When I look into the mirror of erised I see myself attending Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If this were so I would be able to market this story because it would be true, and hence not copyrightable fiction. Unfortunately it isn't so, so I admonish full ownership to the wonderful, brilliant, magnificent woman who is J.K. Rowling. (I lurv you, my hero!)
Ch. 5: Thinking about you
Hermione took a seat at the kitchen table as Ron started rummaging through the cabinets for tea. "Umm... are tea bags okay, Mione? My dad got them when my mom sent him shopping the other day. You know how he is about Muggle stuff."
Hermione grinned at this and said "yeah, sure Ron."
"It'll take a little longer than normal, 'cause were not allowed to use magic and all, but it should be ready soon." Ron said back while putting a kettle on the stove.
"That's fine. Come and sit down while it's boiling." Hermione said, pulling out the chair next to her.
Ron felt his stomach flip yet again, and cursed inwardly. "Why does it have to do that so often, its getting really old," he thought to himself as he sat down. An awkward silence ensued, as Ron racked his brain to try and think up something to talk about. "So, Hermione, why are you up so late?" He asked nervously.
To Ron's surprise Hermione turned red at this. "Oh, its nothing, just couldn't stop thinking."
"Well, if thinking is what keeps you awake, I don't know how you ever get to sleep!" Ron said with a chuckle.
Hermione laughed nervously at this. "So," she asked softly, "why were you up?"
"Oh," Ron said a little shocked, although he realized he should have seen this coming. He felt himself blush as well, as his mind desperately searched for an answer that wouldn't give anything away. Just then Ron was relieved to hear the kettle start to whistle as the water boiled.
With a start, he quickly got up to get the kettle and two mugs. He fumbled around in the cabinets, pretending to look for mugs, hoping that Hermione would forget about the question if he took long enough. Soon he decided she would get suspicious if he didn't finish soon, so he grabbed a pair of cups, the box of tea bags, and the kettle, and sat down at the table across from Hermione. He opened the box of tea bags and looked suspiciously at one. "Um, Mione," he asked questioningly, "how exactly are these buggers supposed to work?"
Hermione gave a short giggle. "That's weird," Ron thought, "Hermione never giggles!" He liked the sound of it and a smile came to his face as Hermione proceeded to explain how to use the tea bag.
Ron looked dubiously at the bad, then put it in his cup and poured hot water over it, watching in amazement as the little white pouch turned itself and the steaming water a rich hazel. "Amazing what those muggles think up!" He said in wonderment.
Hermione giggled again, and Ron's stomach gave a little flop. He really liked that sound. "Honestly, Ron, it's just muggle stuff." She said in a mock scolding voice. "You sound just like your dad!"
"And you sound just like my mum!" He retorted, a grin spreading on his face.
They both laughed and talked comfortably for a while, sipping at their tea all the while. Then, almost out of the blue, Hermione asked Ron again, "So, why are you up so late Ron?"
He sat there at a loss for words for a few seconds, then grinned nervously and said "Well, Hermione, I figured that it would be pretty rude to fall asleep while talking to you, plus I might land in my tea and burn myself!"
"Ha ha, very funny," she replied sarcastically, "but really, why couldn't you sleep?"
Suddenly Ron had an idea. Choosing his words carefully, he began. "Well, you see, I was thinking about something. Well, someone actually."
"Oh." Said Hermione, a bit tartly Ron thought. "Who?"
"It's... just someone." He said quickly, realizing he had almost said you, which would spell disaster.
Hermione seemed to realize that there was no use trying to figure out who Ron meant, that he would tell her when he wanted to and not before. "So, you fancy this girl, do you?"
"Yeah." Ron said adamantly.
"Have you told her Ron?"
"Blimey, no!" Ron said startled. "That's the problem, I can't get her out of my head, but I know for a fact that she doesn't like me back."
Hermione let out a surprised breath at this, and seemed to relax back into her chair. She took another long sip of tea, then said in a slightly wavering voice. "Well, you should talk to her about it."
"I can't Mione, I just can't."
"Why not!" She said, and Ron defiantly heard a tremble in her voice this time. "If you really like this girl, you should just go up and owl her right now. You don't know until you try. Plus, I hate seeing you like this."
"Like what." Ron said in a surprised voice.
"Unhappy. I can see your upset, so just go owl this girl and maybe you won't have to be so down anymore."
"Its not worth it." Ron said quietly. "I just don't want to ruin our friendship." Then, realizing what he had just said, he clamped a hand over his mouth. Looking slowly up at Hermione he realized his worst fears were confirmed. The shocked expression on her face told him quite plainly that she had understood exactly what and who he meant. "Forget what I just said, Hermione, forget it. I'll just go upstairs now." With that Ron got up sullenly from his chair and made to leave the kitchen.
"Ron, wait." He heard a small voice say from behind him. He snapped his head around to see Hermione standing up as well, but the shocked expression was now gone from her face, replaced completely by a broad smile. Ron felt a flutter of hope break its way into the pit of his stomach. He stopped in his tracks, facing Hermione nervously. "Ron, I didn't tell you the truth when you asked why I was up so late earlier. It wasn't nothing, Ron. You aren't nothing."
"W-w-what?" He stammered out, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement, terror, and utmost joy. Did this mean what he thought it meant. Had he been wrong about Hermione's feelings all along? Suddenly he felt his mind going completely blank. The last thought he had was that this couldn't possibly be good, for him to stop thinking. Then he just stood there completely dumbfounded. Hermione looked confused at his silence, and somewhere Ron registered the fact that if he didn't do something he was going to loose his tea, faint where he stood, or both. For the second time that night his instincts took over and he acted without really realizing what he was doing. Walking up to Hermione he realized just how beautiful she was. The candle light was dancing playfully on her face, giving her cheeks and lips a bright rosy glow. He vaguely realized that he had put his hand behind her head. He leaned closer and closer, her bright eyes looking right into his. Then he closed his eyes and the little space that was left between them, lightly brushing his lips against hers. They kissed there, right in the middle of the kitchen. Holding each other tight, not wanting to let go. It felt so natural, so right to be kissing Hermione. Ron never wanted to stop. Suddenly Ron pulled back, gasping for lack of air. Hermione looked back at him, and nervously stammered "W-w-what is it, Ron? Is something wrong. I thought you meant, well, I, I, you did mean... me?" She finished quietly.
Ron felt his brain snap back in place and realized where he was and what he was doing. A smile grew on his face until he felt like he would burst from the sheer joy of it all. "Yeah, Mione. I did mean you."
"Oh..." she said in a relieved voice, but that was all she got out because Ron had leaned in and kissed her again.
The two stood like that for a moment, kissing in the candlelight of the kitchen. Ron felt he could be there forever. Then they broke apart again, hearing a creak on the stairs above them. They quickly ran over to the table and sat down, but the creaking had stopped, and nothing had walked in on them. "Musta just been the wind." Ron mumbled. He reached across the table and took hold of Hermione's still shaking hand. She smiled at him, then said "so, um... well, does that mean that we..."
"yeah, I guess it does," Ron said with a grin, but suddenly he got nervous again. "I mean, only if you want to, you know."
Hermione grinned back at him. "Yeah, yeah I do. That was nice..."
"It was bloody brilliant!" Ron said back, excitedly.
Hermione grinned even wider. "Yeah, I guess it was bloody brilliant, Ron. But we should probably go back upstairs, don't want your mum walking in on us..."
Ron suddenly looked stricken at the thought of his mum. "Hermione, we probably shouldn't tell anyone in my family about this, you know, until we get back to school. Mum would probably kick you out of the house if she knew! Actually, she'd probably kick me out of the house, knowing her."
"Well, I wouldn't blame her," Hermione said playfully, "but all right, Ron, I get your point. Goodnight then." She said and gave him a quick kiss before hurrying up the stairs towards Ginny's room.
Ron just stood there, completely dumbstuck at his luck. Hermione really was a bloody brilliant girl.
Ron walked carefully back into his room, and had just sat down on his cot when he noticed that Harry was sitting up in bed. "Where were you Ron?" He asked.
"Down in the kitchen, getting some tea..." Ron answered, and then after a brief pause he continued, "with Hermione."
Ron could tell Harry was grinning again. "So," he goaded.
"Well," Ron replayed with a smile, "I'm not one to kiss and tell."
"I knew it!" Harry whispered loudly. "Good for you, mate, good for you."
"I know, Harry, but listen, you can't tell mum, or anyone else for that matter, not yet."
"All right, Ron. Night I guess."
"Night, Harry." Ron replied. He lay down and pulled his covers up over him and to his surprise fell asleep almost right away. He spent the night in his dreams, reliving that kiss, his first kiss, over and over again.
*A/N: First of all, I know that people are drinking quite a bit of tea in this story, but I honestly can't think of a better way to leave the two pairs (R/Hr H/G) together for long periods of time without being interrupted. If anyone has any ideas on how to do this, should the need arise again, without depleting the world's supply of Earl Gray, please tell me!
Kay Elle Hunter: I read back over my fic yesterday and realized you are completly right about ch. 3. I edited for that and two spelling mistakes I found. I am completely aghast at my lack of editing skills! lol. Anyway, thanks for the comment!
Tamsy, Diane + Lilac: Ohhh... so does mine! Nothing compares to the parts in the book though! Particularly book four! (the little Krum doll's arm is my favorite part!)
Michelleywelley: he he, you can feel proud knowing you were the cause of Hermione and Ron's snogg in this chapter. I was actually going to title this chapter "Snogging in the kitchen" but decided that gave away a little too much. lol! I had actually been planning on them talking here, but not realizing it was each other they were talking about, but thanks to you I decided that would be too cruel.
MaNdAsFoRrOn: Thank you sooooo much, this means a lot. I've also read a ton of R/Hr fics, some of my favs. are Honestly, Hermione (Ordinary Princess) and The sixth Year: Ron's big adventure (LavenderBrown) . If you haven't read these you should check them out!
I realize my A/Ns have been getting really long, but I like to reply to all my reviewies. Sorry if this bugs you.
Thanks to my reviewies for all the great comments. I lurv you. (I can't believe people don't know where that comes from! I'm giving you another chapter to figure it out.)*