Disclaimer: I only own the feeble attempt at a plot. JKR owns the rest. Sigh.
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"Hey Weasel, what are you doing? Trying to grow a brain? 'Cause it's not going to work!"
Ron tried his best to ignore Draco Malfoy's too-familiar drawl, but he felt his face flush as the Slytherin walked out of the library, laughing to a group of his friends. Honestly, wasn't a guy allowed to spend some time in the library? And if 'some time' happened to be most of his free time now? What was wrong with that? After all, with the NEWTs coming up, shouldn't everyone in their year be spending their free time in the library too? Ah, if only that were the reason for his new found love of the library. But no. Alas, the reason he now spent so much of his precious time there was, well –
"Hermione!" he called to her as she entered the library. Her head swiveled at the sound of his voice, and huge grins broke out on both of their faces. She hurried over to his table and, quite unexpectedly, wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug.
"I'm so proud of you, Ron. You're finally starting to care about your grades."
Ron raised his eyebrows. Care about his *grades*? Well, sure, let her think that. He certainly didn't want her to find out the real reason behind his recent interest in studying in the library. The real reason being that over the past few weeks, well past few years really, but especially the past few weeks, he had come to realize that, although both Harry and Hermione were his best friends, and he would do anything for either of them, there was something different about the way he felt about Hermione. Almost as if.. she was the most wonderfully amazing person in the world and he wanted nothing better than to spend his whole life with her. Which explained the library. Hermione loved the library, therefore Hermione spent lots of time in the library, therefore Ron spent lots of time in the library, because Ron loved Hermione. It was simple, really. Too bad he hadn't come up with this plan earlier. Because it was very nice to spend time with Hermione. And it was very very nice when she did things like hug him. The hug she had just given him had felt good. He focused his attention on the feel of her body pressed against his, and wondered how it would have felt if she had danced with him at the fourth year Yule Ball. He wondered if Hermione would ever let him hold her close and dance with him. Well, he'd never know, because he'd missed his chance because of a certain Bulgarian quidditch player. "Bloody Krum," he grumbled.
"Sorry?" Hermione looked up at the sound of his voice.
"Err.. nothing, 'Mione." He didn't want to start another row. It was so nice to get along with her for once. She looked puzzled, but eventually shrugged and got back to her work. Ron's eyes followed her hand as it scurried across her parchment, writing down some of her amazing ideas that others might be lucky enough to read. The movement of her hand was almost mesmerizing for Ron, and he had the strongest urge to reach out and grab hold of her hand, bring it to his lips and gently kiss it, then look into her fiery eyes and lean in to –
"Ron!"
He jumped, startled out of his daydream. "Uh?
"Just coming to the library doesn't get you good grades! You need to do some work too!" She looked at him oddly. "Why are you blushing?"
His eyes widened. "I'm not blushing."
"Right." She grinned, but dropped it.
Sighing, Ron pulled out his books and opened one, flipped through until he found the right page, and began reading.
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So? I don't have another chapter written yet, but should I continue? Let me know what you think! Any comments & constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks!
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"Hey Weasel, what are you doing? Trying to grow a brain? 'Cause it's not going to work!"
Ron tried his best to ignore Draco Malfoy's too-familiar drawl, but he felt his face flush as the Slytherin walked out of the library, laughing to a group of his friends. Honestly, wasn't a guy allowed to spend some time in the library? And if 'some time' happened to be most of his free time now? What was wrong with that? After all, with the NEWTs coming up, shouldn't everyone in their year be spending their free time in the library too? Ah, if only that were the reason for his new found love of the library. But no. Alas, the reason he now spent so much of his precious time there was, well –
"Hermione!" he called to her as she entered the library. Her head swiveled at the sound of his voice, and huge grins broke out on both of their faces. She hurried over to his table and, quite unexpectedly, wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug.
"I'm so proud of you, Ron. You're finally starting to care about your grades."
Ron raised his eyebrows. Care about his *grades*? Well, sure, let her think that. He certainly didn't want her to find out the real reason behind his recent interest in studying in the library. The real reason being that over the past few weeks, well past few years really, but especially the past few weeks, he had come to realize that, although both Harry and Hermione were his best friends, and he would do anything for either of them, there was something different about the way he felt about Hermione. Almost as if.. she was the most wonderfully amazing person in the world and he wanted nothing better than to spend his whole life with her. Which explained the library. Hermione loved the library, therefore Hermione spent lots of time in the library, therefore Ron spent lots of time in the library, because Ron loved Hermione. It was simple, really. Too bad he hadn't come up with this plan earlier. Because it was very nice to spend time with Hermione. And it was very very nice when she did things like hug him. The hug she had just given him had felt good. He focused his attention on the feel of her body pressed against his, and wondered how it would have felt if she had danced with him at the fourth year Yule Ball. He wondered if Hermione would ever let him hold her close and dance with him. Well, he'd never know, because he'd missed his chance because of a certain Bulgarian quidditch player. "Bloody Krum," he grumbled.
"Sorry?" Hermione looked up at the sound of his voice.
"Err.. nothing, 'Mione." He didn't want to start another row. It was so nice to get along with her for once. She looked puzzled, but eventually shrugged and got back to her work. Ron's eyes followed her hand as it scurried across her parchment, writing down some of her amazing ideas that others might be lucky enough to read. The movement of her hand was almost mesmerizing for Ron, and he had the strongest urge to reach out and grab hold of her hand, bring it to his lips and gently kiss it, then look into her fiery eyes and lean in to –
"Ron!"
He jumped, startled out of his daydream. "Uh?
"Just coming to the library doesn't get you good grades! You need to do some work too!" She looked at him oddly. "Why are you blushing?"
His eyes widened. "I'm not blushing."
"Right." She grinned, but dropped it.
Sighing, Ron pulled out his books and opened one, flipped through until he found the right page, and began reading.
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So? I don't have another chapter written yet, but should I continue? Let me know what you think! Any comments & constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks!