Chapter 9
Sakura sat on the foot of Hermoine's bed and watched in amusement as Hermoine searched her wardrobe for something to wear during the Christmas Ball.
"Hermoine, who do you want to impress?" asked Sakura with a cunning grin. Hermoine turned and looked at Sakura pointedly.
"I am not trying to impress anyone. I just want to look my best that's all," she said as the door to the room they both shared opened. They all turned to see who it was and they found Ginny walking happily into the room, grinning.
"What impress? I heard someone said something about impressing someone," said Ginny with a wink at Hermoine. Hermoine blushed and turned away. Sakura and Ginny looked at each other and giggled. Hermoine had told Ginny about the incident at Hagrid's house and now she stopped avoiding Sakura. She did when they first met (You know what I mean…) because she thought that Sakura was a little weird, knowing her name and all, but now that she knew the truth, she found that Sakura was a nice person.
"So, Hermoine, what have you found?" asked Sakura as she tried to look at the gown Hermoine was holding. Hermoine turned and held out the old -fashioned gown grudgingly in front of them and both Sakura and Ginny looked at each other and burst into fits of giggles.
"This is the LAST time I am going to school without a proper set of gowns." Grumbled Hermoine as she threw the gown into her trunk. Sakura and Ginny tried to keep straight faces as Hermoine looked at them angrily.
"Right! Laugh at me! A poor girl with only robes to go to a ball. How amusing." She cried. Sakura had an idea.
"Hermoine. I have the perfect gown for you. Ginny too. I think you both can fit into my size. Come see," urged Sakura as she ran to her trunk and searched through it, emerging a few seconds later with two boxes. Hermoine and Ginny looked at each other and went over to Sakura to see the gowns. They gasped with delight when they saw it and fell in love with them immediately. There was this gorgeous two pieces ruffle gown with a small flower and scarf to match in one box, and a most mesmerizing simple orange spaghetti strap gown with original hand beaded design, which came together with a beautiful beaded matching shawl in the other box. Sakura looked at their expressions and handed the box with the orange gown to Ginny and the purple one to Hermoine. They looked at her in awe and hugged their friend.
"Oh my goodness, Sakura, they are the most gorgeous gowns I have ever seen! Where did you find them?" asked Hermoine as she fingered her gown fondly. Sakura giggled.
"Not where did you find them, but who made them," corrected Sakura with a smile. The two girls gaped at her.
"They both are 100% hand- made?" whispered Ginny in awe. Sakura nodded with a smile.
"You guys know Tomoyo, right? That best friend of mine?" asked Sakura. Ginny and Hermoine nodded their heads.
"Well, she was the one who designed and handmade these gowns. She's our future fashion designer," said Sakura with a laugh.
"Wow," breathed Hermoine. Ginny nodded.
"And she's only our age! She can easily beat the top designers in the world!" she cried. Sakura smiled but a thought struck Hermoine.
"Sakura," Hermoine asked with a frown. "What are you going to wear?" asked Hermoine. Sakura laughed and shook her head.
"I don't think I'm going. I need to think about it," said Sakura with another laugh as Hermoine started to protest.
"But Sakura, how can we leave out all the fun for you?" whined Ginny as she gave Sakura a hug. Sakura sighed.
"All right. I'll think about it, but no promises," warned Sakura quickly when Hermoine and Ginny cheered. Sakura smiled and shook her head. Maybe, just maybe, she would go to the ball… (Woo…sounds like Cinderella…)
During lunch, Hermoine stomped angrily to Ron's room.
"That idiot!" muttered Hermoine angrily. She ran up the stairs to the dorm he and Harry shared and knocked angrily.
"Ron WEASLY!" she cried. There was suddenly a loud crash and Hermoine jumped. She heard him stumble across the room and the door opened suddenly to show Ron staring at Hermoine angrily. His hair was in a mess and his robes were not what you will call neat.
"HOW COULD YOU LET FRED AND GEORGE PUT CROOKSHANKS INTO THE CALDROUN!" Hermoine cried angrily. Ron's temper flared.
"HELLO! DO I LOOK LIKE SOMEONE WHO HAD CONTROL OVER THAT TWO… TWO… DUFFERS? WHY DON'T YOU TRY!" Ron shouted back. Hermoine cringed but did not waver. They were both breathing heavily at the shouting match and Hermoine decided to end it. From the corner of her eye, she saw Harry sneak out of the dorm quietly, not wanting anything to do with the fight.
"I'm going to lunch… see you guys there," said Harry softly before rushing out of the room. Hermoine trembled with suppressed rage but kept her voice down.
"For god's sake, Ron, you are a prefect! You are supposed to have more authority over Fred and George!" cried Hermoine.
"Why don't you try? Go and tell them 'Hey guys, you all better stop this. Or else I am going to get my beloved Krum and make him beat you both sooo badly at quidditch' see if THAT helps," spat Ron angrily. Ron's words stung Hermoine but she bit her lip to control her tears.
"Don't speak of him like that," she hissed. Ron snorted.
"Oh I'm sorry I spoke badly about your beloved KRUM, I won't dare to do it again, NINNY," said Ron sarcastically. Hermoine cringed at the sound of the nickname.
"Don't call me that," she squeaked softly. Ron snorted again.
"Or what? You going to bore me with Homework, ninny?" Ron's words pierced deeper into Hermoine's heart and tears welled up in her eyes. Ron noticed it and wavered a little but he was still raging inside.
"OH SO NOW YOU'RE GOING TO START BAWLING," cried Ron. "Go ON! Cry all you want! I'm not going to care!" he roared. Hermoine clenched her fist and squeezed the tears away. She did not want anything else to do with him anymore. Not even after having that stupid crush on him for ages and everything. She decided on the spot to give the crush up. She did not want anything to do with him now. All she wanted was the warm comfort of her bed to cry on. Hermoine inhaled shakily and turned away from Ron.
"You're horrible." Hermoine whispered angrily. "Take that back,"
"NO," roared Ron. Hermoine trembled with rage but she kept it under. She needed to get out. Now. Before she started bawling like a baby.
"I- I'm going back to my room," She walked towards the door and yanked it open, but before she could get out of the agony, she felt someone grab her arm and yank her into his arms. Hermoine struggled but seeing who it was, she gave up and sobbed into his shoulders.
"Y- you idiot! You know how much you hurt me?" she sobbed in between tears. Ron tightened his grip on her and closed his eyes, breathing in her scent.
"I'm sorry Hermoine. I did not mean what I said. I- I was just frustrated, a- and then you came in and I had to vent my anger on someone else. I'm sorry you came in at the wrong moment Hermoine. I really am," said Ron kindly. Hermoine cried harder at his apology and stayed there as Ron ran his hands up and down her back comfortingly. A few minutes later, Nin- sorry- Hermoine calmed down and looked up at Ron's adorable face. Wait a minute, this isn't right! Why am I thinking that he has an ADORABEL face? Hermoine shuddered at the thought and pushed it away.
"I take it that I'm forgiven?" asked Ron slowly. Yes! You're forgiven! Hermoine wanted to say, but she wavered a little. Ron was so irritating sometimes. Irritating, stupid, an idiot, a darling, a sweet person, all in one. Her heart swelled with happiness. Ron frowned.
"You don't forgive me?" asked Ron quietly, tightening his grip on Hermoine. She gave him a watery smile.
"Yes I forgive you, for now. But you have to promise me something." Said Hermoine. Ron frowned.
"Anything," he said at last. Hermoine smiled.
"You can start by promising to do all your homework and hand it up on time," lectured Hermoine. Ron groaned but nodded his head.
"All right. Always homework first," grumbled Ron. Hermoine grinned.
"And repeat after me, 'I want to be Snape's love slave'," laughed Hermoine. Ron pretended to look shocked.
"Why, Ninny! Didn't know you felt that way about him!" he said. Hermoine burst into laughter and Ron grinned. Ron kept his grip on Hermoine's waist.
"Now, serious. Repeat after me, ok?" asked Hermoine. Ron shrugged.
"I will not call Hermoine, 'Ninny' anymore," said Hermoine. Ron shook his head.
"Uh uh. I'm not saying that." He said stubbornly. Hermoine scowled.
"Do you want to be forgiven or not?" Hermoine asked angrily.
"Do you want to be forgiven or not?"
Hermoine let out a small scowl. "Not that!"
"Not that!" said Ron, with suppressed mirth in his eyes.
"Stop it."
"Stop it."
Hermoine had an idea.
"I love Victor Krum," she said.
"I love Vic- hey wait a minute!" said Ron
"You don't," he growled. Hermoine barked with laughter.
"OF course I don't!" she said. Ron growled playfully and Hermoine laughed.
"But I thought you did?" asked Ron thoughtfully. Hermoine became serious again.
"Ron, how many times do I have to tell you, I DO NOT like Victor. Only as a friend."
Ron sighed with relief and looked serious again.
"I'm sorry Hermoine." He said. Hermoine shook her head.
"It's ok, Ron."
"No, Ninny, I really am. I really sorry for what I said about Vicky,"
"Oh come one Ron, Don't call him that. It sounds so… girl!" exclaimed Hermoine. Ron smiled.
"It was meant to be. And I won't stop calling you ninny, ninny," Said Ron. Hermoine did not know why but she felt that those words stirred up something in her.
The next few minutes were a bit of a haze to Hermoine. She pounced forward and tackled him, pushing him on his back on the bed and started kissing him with every ounce of energy she had. He'd received her enthusiastically, wrapping his arms around her waist and rolling them over so that he was crushing himself on top of her and kissing her back fervently and the world just spun around full-tilt as Hermoine's mind reeled out of control. Ron started kissing her neck and savoring her fervently as Hermoine moaned with pleasure. Slipping his hands under her Robes, Ron ran his hand down her silky skin, making her shiver. That cleared her mind a little and two words popped out of her brain.
Too young
Hermoine ignored it and moaned again as Ron started trailing kisses down to her collarbone. He reached up again and kisses her full on the lips.
TOO YOUNGHis hands were now on her stomach and he was sending shivers all over the body. HE buried his face into her neck and started savoring her again. Hermoine tangled her fingers into his hair and gripped it for all she was worth.
GODDAMM IT! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO PLAY AS A CONSCIENCE WHEN YOU ARE NOT LISTENING!?!?
Hermoine opened her eyes. It was too much. She was too young. It was so good, the way Ron did it, but they were both too young.
"Ron," she gasped. "Stop. Please,"
Ron, panting, broke away from Hermoine's neck and looked at her breathlessly. "What is it?" he said gruffly.
"I… I think we should stop," Hermoine said as she tried to push Ron off her.
Ron groaned and pressed his face in the crook of her neck. "Ninny," he growled. "Please…"
"Off"
Ron groaned again but he rolled off her, both breathing heavily. Hermoine sat up immediately and looked at Ron, who was staring blankly at the ceiling.
"I'm sorry… I just was all too fast. We… are still too young." Explained Hermoine. Ron looked at her from his current position and sat up, sitting beside Hermoine on his bed.
"It's ok… I'm sorry. We just lost control," whispered Ron. "Yeah. We're still too young."
"I- I'm going to bed." Said Hermoine at last. Ron nodded blankly as Nin- err… Hermoine walked towards the door.
"Ninny?" Ron called suddenly. Hermoine turned.
"I think I should be your girl- I mean boyfriend," stammered Ron. Hermoine laughed.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. And I think you should be my girlfriend," added Ron as he walked towards Hermoine. Hermoine's heart swelled and she out her arms around Ron's neck.
"Hmm… I think I can live with that," murmured Hermoine. Ron gave Hermoine a long kiss on the lips, making them both breathless.
"And one more thing. Will you go to the Christmas ball with me?" he asked. Hermoine grinned.
"Hah… I will blow you away," said Hermoine grandly and gave Ron another kiss.
"Is that your charming way of saying yes?" asked Ron with a grin. Hermoine smiled happily.
"No, it's my way of saying, 'What the hell, I could do with a good laugh'" she said and exited the room, leaving a grinning Ron behind.
You guys know the time when Hermoine and Ron were fighting? Well, I got that idea from Jane6's story. You guys must check it out! It's really cool!