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A/N: I am writing this story with another author, so for the next chapter go to her.
It was a warm September day. The leaves hadn't begun to fall off the trees yet, but they were starting to turn red and gold. The sun was shining brightly, and the sound of laughter filled the air.
Hermione was at the burrow with Ron and Harry. She was in an unusually cheerful mood. In less then twenty-four hours she would be going back to Hogwarts. How she loved the place. It had been home to her for five wonderful years, and she couldn't wait to return for yet another year of fun.
"Hermione dear, lunch is ready for you when you are ready." Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen.
Hermione looked around once more and headed inside. Fred and George were racing down the stairs. Ron and Harry were finishing off what Hermione assumed was their second helping. And Ginny had just walked through the front door.
"Where've you been?" Ron asked after polishing off another sandwich.
"Outside. I was just looking around. I love fall." Hermione smiled to herself.
"You just like it because we go back to that dreadful thing called school in the fall. Woman, I swear, you are obsessed with that place." Ron laughed.
"Oh shut up." She glanced at him from across the table.
Ron smirked playfully and then he stood up and put his plate in the sink. Hermione watched as he said a few words to get the sponge to clean the dishes. Would it kill him to clean without using magic once in a while? It's not like it takes a lot of effort. Besides, men look sexy when they clean. Hermione thought to herself.
"Hermione, come with me please! I have something I need to talk to you about." Ginny pleaded as she handed Ron her plate.
"Ok. I'll be up there in just a minute." Hermione smiled and headed for the guestroom.
That's where she had been sleeping the past two weeks. It was a very comfortable room. Hardwood floor and light blue walls. Not exactly what she would have picked out, but it served its purpose. Hermione went over to the closet and pulled out a cute black shirt she had picked out for Ginny the previous day when she went shopping.
After retrieving the shirt she walked calmly up the stairs and went to talk to Ginny. I wonder what she wants to see me about? It must be important.
Hermione knocked on Ginny's door, and it instantly swung open. As soon as Hermione entered it slammed shut and locked it. She looked around Ginny's room. She had been in it a few times, but this week Ginny had redone her whole room with the money she had saved up over the years.
The walls were two different colors. Crimson on two opposite walls, and a bright goldish yellow on the other two. Her blankets and sheets were a dark red, embroidered with a golden pattern. On the walls were several posters of cute Quidditch players and Gryffindore banners.
"Nice. I like what you've done with your room." Hermione smiled.
"Thanks. I've always wanted to get rid of that pink paint, and those green sheets." Ginny laughed.
"I'll bet. So what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione sat down on the bed.
"Well, I'm not blind. I've noticed the way you look at Ron, and the way you talk to him, and the way you act around him. It isn't obvious to them because guys are oblivious, but I can tell that you like Ron." Ginny smirked evilly.
"I thought you already knew. I've been trying to make it a little more obvious. Because girls are way too aggressive these days and they are usually the ones to make the first move. I wanted him to get the hint that I like him, and if he wants to do anything about it he can, but I'm far too afraid to do anything about it." Hermione sighed.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't already know. Anyway, last night when you were outside talking to Harry I was watching Ron, who just happened to be staring at you! I've noticed he does that a lot when no one is around." Ginny stated to explain.
"What are you saying?" Hermione asked with caution and curiosity.
"What I am saying is that Ron likes you too." Ginny stated
Hermione sat there quietly for a moment. Is she serious? Ron? Could it be true? I hope so. I really, really like him. But what if Ginny is wrong? What if I do something and I scare him away? That would be just like me too. Several thoughts raced through Hermione's head.
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Later that night, after dinner, Hermione sat alone outside. It was a little breezy, so Hermione hugged herself a little to keep warm. It was getting dark, and the stars would soon be out.
It was silent for a bit. Then she was able to hear the faint sound of someone approaching. She was aware of someone standing close behind her, but she didn't turn, and she didn't speak. She just sat still for a moment. Then without turning she stood up and brushed off her pants. It was getting colder and she shivered a little.
"You're cold." The voice was Ron's.
"Not cold, just a little chilly." Hermione replied.
"Here." Ron took off his jacket and wrapped it around Hermione's shoulders.
Hermione smiled gratefully as she slid her arms through the sleeves. It was warm, and very comfortable.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"So, what were you doing out here all by yourself?" Ron asked.
"Just watching. Observing. I love nighttime. The sky darkens. The moon and the stars come out." She answered.
"You know, some people say that if you wish upon a star your wish will be granted." He stepped closer to her.
She looked at him. He was a mere six inches from her. She wanted so desperately to lean forward and kiss him, but fear of him not kissing her back, fear of ruining everything that they had kept her from doing so.
She looked out at the sky. One single star was visible. It was very bright. She stared at it. And inwardly she made her wish. I wish for Ron.
Then she looked back up at him. Slowly he leaned towards her, and his lips met hers. Hermione's arms made their way around his neck, and his arms pulled her closer to him. And at first his kisses were gentle and sweet, but then they became rougher and more demanding.
Hermione loved it. No one had ever kissed her like that before. When she dated Victor he only kissed her twice, and it wasn't how she had imagined it. Then she and Harry had tried once, but it just felt so wrong. Harry was her best friend. It was like kissing her brother, but Ron was different. She wanted his kisses, and actually wanted to kiss him back.
"Ron, Hermione, it's time to come inside!" The voice of his mother barely made it to her ears.
But they did hear it. They pulled apart and looked at one another. Ron's hand reached up and gently pulled Hermione's head towards him for one last kiss. Then they turned around and walked back inside hand in hand.
A/N: For chapter two, go to byebye. She will be posting the next chapter. Please review.
A/N: I am writing this story with another author, so for the next chapter go to her.
It was a warm September day. The leaves hadn't begun to fall off the trees yet, but they were starting to turn red and gold. The sun was shining brightly, and the sound of laughter filled the air.
Hermione was at the burrow with Ron and Harry. She was in an unusually cheerful mood. In less then twenty-four hours she would be going back to Hogwarts. How she loved the place. It had been home to her for five wonderful years, and she couldn't wait to return for yet another year of fun.
"Hermione dear, lunch is ready for you when you are ready." Mrs. Weasley called from the kitchen.
Hermione looked around once more and headed inside. Fred and George were racing down the stairs. Ron and Harry were finishing off what Hermione assumed was their second helping. And Ginny had just walked through the front door.
"Where've you been?" Ron asked after polishing off another sandwich.
"Outside. I was just looking around. I love fall." Hermione smiled to herself.
"You just like it because we go back to that dreadful thing called school in the fall. Woman, I swear, you are obsessed with that place." Ron laughed.
"Oh shut up." She glanced at him from across the table.
Ron smirked playfully and then he stood up and put his plate in the sink. Hermione watched as he said a few words to get the sponge to clean the dishes. Would it kill him to clean without using magic once in a while? It's not like it takes a lot of effort. Besides, men look sexy when they clean. Hermione thought to herself.
"Hermione, come with me please! I have something I need to talk to you about." Ginny pleaded as she handed Ron her plate.
"Ok. I'll be up there in just a minute." Hermione smiled and headed for the guestroom.
That's where she had been sleeping the past two weeks. It was a very comfortable room. Hardwood floor and light blue walls. Not exactly what she would have picked out, but it served its purpose. Hermione went over to the closet and pulled out a cute black shirt she had picked out for Ginny the previous day when she went shopping.
After retrieving the shirt she walked calmly up the stairs and went to talk to Ginny. I wonder what she wants to see me about? It must be important.
Hermione knocked on Ginny's door, and it instantly swung open. As soon as Hermione entered it slammed shut and locked it. She looked around Ginny's room. She had been in it a few times, but this week Ginny had redone her whole room with the money she had saved up over the years.
The walls were two different colors. Crimson on two opposite walls, and a bright goldish yellow on the other two. Her blankets and sheets were a dark red, embroidered with a golden pattern. On the walls were several posters of cute Quidditch players and Gryffindore banners.
"Nice. I like what you've done with your room." Hermione smiled.
"Thanks. I've always wanted to get rid of that pink paint, and those green sheets." Ginny laughed.
"I'll bet. So what did you want to talk to me about?" Hermione sat down on the bed.
"Well, I'm not blind. I've noticed the way you look at Ron, and the way you talk to him, and the way you act around him. It isn't obvious to them because guys are oblivious, but I can tell that you like Ron." Ginny smirked evilly.
"I thought you already knew. I've been trying to make it a little more obvious. Because girls are way too aggressive these days and they are usually the ones to make the first move. I wanted him to get the hint that I like him, and if he wants to do anything about it he can, but I'm far too afraid to do anything about it." Hermione sighed.
"Yeah, tell me something I don't already know. Anyway, last night when you were outside talking to Harry I was watching Ron, who just happened to be staring at you! I've noticed he does that a lot when no one is around." Ginny stated to explain.
"What are you saying?" Hermione asked with caution and curiosity.
"What I am saying is that Ron likes you too." Ginny stated
Hermione sat there quietly for a moment. Is she serious? Ron? Could it be true? I hope so. I really, really like him. But what if Ginny is wrong? What if I do something and I scare him away? That would be just like me too. Several thoughts raced through Hermione's head.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Later that night, after dinner, Hermione sat alone outside. It was a little breezy, so Hermione hugged herself a little to keep warm. It was getting dark, and the stars would soon be out.
It was silent for a bit. Then she was able to hear the faint sound of someone approaching. She was aware of someone standing close behind her, but she didn't turn, and she didn't speak. She just sat still for a moment. Then without turning she stood up and brushed off her pants. It was getting colder and she shivered a little.
"You're cold." The voice was Ron's.
"Not cold, just a little chilly." Hermione replied.
"Here." Ron took off his jacket and wrapped it around Hermione's shoulders.
Hermione smiled gratefully as she slid her arms through the sleeves. It was warm, and very comfortable.
"Thank you." She whispered.
"So, what were you doing out here all by yourself?" Ron asked.
"Just watching. Observing. I love nighttime. The sky darkens. The moon and the stars come out." She answered.
"You know, some people say that if you wish upon a star your wish will be granted." He stepped closer to her.
She looked at him. He was a mere six inches from her. She wanted so desperately to lean forward and kiss him, but fear of him not kissing her back, fear of ruining everything that they had kept her from doing so.
She looked out at the sky. One single star was visible. It was very bright. She stared at it. And inwardly she made her wish. I wish for Ron.
Then she looked back up at him. Slowly he leaned towards her, and his lips met hers. Hermione's arms made their way around his neck, and his arms pulled her closer to him. And at first his kisses were gentle and sweet, but then they became rougher and more demanding.
Hermione loved it. No one had ever kissed her like that before. When she dated Victor he only kissed her twice, and it wasn't how she had imagined it. Then she and Harry had tried once, but it just felt so wrong. Harry was her best friend. It was like kissing her brother, but Ron was different. She wanted his kisses, and actually wanted to kiss him back.
"Ron, Hermione, it's time to come inside!" The voice of his mother barely made it to her ears.
But they did hear it. They pulled apart and looked at one another. Ron's hand reached up and gently pulled Hermione's head towards him for one last kiss. Then they turned around and walked back inside hand in hand.
A/N: For chapter two, go to byebye. She will be posting the next chapter. Please review.