{-Crazy For This Girl-}Ch. 4
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]
Ron and Hermione walked down to the quidditch pitch, Hermione talking non- stop and never ceasing to smile. Ron loved her smile. It was an angelic smile. When they reached the pitch Ron dumped the balls and his broom on the ground and turned around to Hermione. "Ok, well I'm going to go get into my uniform." he said nervously, trying hard to swallow it down, "Just ... er ... stay out here and, um, try and fly." Hermione smiled. Ron's stomach flipped. "Alright." she said. Ron walked into the change rooms with his clothes in hand and flopped onto the nearest bench. He closed his eyes and tried to picture himself teaching Hermione with confidence, but as soon as he imagined her radiant smile, his heart jumped and he lost the image. Ron looked down and shook his head vigorously. "You're just going to have to try mate," he told himself. He stood up and started changing when he heard an ear piercing scream fill the air. Crap He bolted out of the change rooms, unaware that his chest was bare, and saw Hermione in mid-air, rising dangerously upwards. "Ron I-"she looked down at him in surprise, "Ron?" "What? Oh, umm," He blushed horribly and just looked up at her and said, "Look can you get down?" Hermione's expression turned from shock to horror. "Get down?" Her voice quavered with fear. "Yes, do you know how to?" Ron looked desperately around for something that would help. "No!" He could see a tear fall silkily down her face. Please don't cry Hermione, please he thought, and then it hit him. His broom. "Why didn't I think of that before!" he accidentally said aloud. Ron ran over to the pile of things that had been thrown down when they reached the pitch and he picked up his broom, jumping on it and soaring upwards toward where Hermione was gliding slowly higher through the sky. As Ron tried to get closer to help her down, the broom jerked violently away, and Hermione screamed. He looked around again. They were so high . there was nothing else he could do . but- "Hermione!" He yelled, "You're going to have to jump!" Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief. "Jump?" She choked, breathing heavily. "I will catch you, I promise you!" He lifted his arms and began to balance, "On my count ok?" Hermione swallowed, then nodded. She bravely lifted one leg and swung it around the other side, ready to jump. "3," He lifted his arms out. "2," Hermione gripped the broom. "1!" With a slight scream she leapt of the broom, and grabbed onto Ron's arms, who put all his weight into lifting her onto his broom, and in doing so he fell off the edge, swiping frantically for the broom handle, but his hands slipped and he fell crashing to the ground. 50 feet down.
Ron and Hermione walked down to the quidditch pitch, Hermione talking non- stop and never ceasing to smile. Ron loved her smile. It was an angelic smile. When they reached the pitch Ron dumped the balls and his broom on the ground and turned around to Hermione. "Ok, well I'm going to go get into my uniform." he said nervously, trying hard to swallow it down, "Just ... er ... stay out here and, um, try and fly." Hermione smiled. Ron's stomach flipped. "Alright." she said. Ron walked into the change rooms with his clothes in hand and flopped onto the nearest bench. He closed his eyes and tried to picture himself teaching Hermione with confidence, but as soon as he imagined her radiant smile, his heart jumped and he lost the image. Ron looked down and shook his head vigorously. "You're just going to have to try mate," he told himself. He stood up and started changing when he heard an ear piercing scream fill the air. Crap He bolted out of the change rooms, unaware that his chest was bare, and saw Hermione in mid-air, rising dangerously upwards. "Ron I-"she looked down at him in surprise, "Ron?" "What? Oh, umm," He blushed horribly and just looked up at her and said, "Look can you get down?" Hermione's expression turned from shock to horror. "Get down?" Her voice quavered with fear. "Yes, do you know how to?" Ron looked desperately around for something that would help. "No!" He could see a tear fall silkily down her face. Please don't cry Hermione, please he thought, and then it hit him. His broom. "Why didn't I think of that before!" he accidentally said aloud. Ron ran over to the pile of things that had been thrown down when they reached the pitch and he picked up his broom, jumping on it and soaring upwards toward where Hermione was gliding slowly higher through the sky. As Ron tried to get closer to help her down, the broom jerked violently away, and Hermione screamed. He looked around again. They were so high . there was nothing else he could do . but- "Hermione!" He yelled, "You're going to have to jump!" Hermione looked at Ron in disbelief. "Jump?" She choked, breathing heavily. "I will catch you, I promise you!" He lifted his arms and began to balance, "On my count ok?" Hermione swallowed, then nodded. She bravely lifted one leg and swung it around the other side, ready to jump. "3," He lifted his arms out. "2," Hermione gripped the broom. "1!" With a slight scream she leapt of the broom, and grabbed onto Ron's arms, who put all his weight into lifting her onto his broom, and in doing so he fell off the edge, swiping frantically for the broom handle, but his hands slipped and he fell crashing to the ground. 50 feet down.