Hermione was already done packing two days before Ron would pick her up, and yet she was still busy until the last moment before Ron did pick her up.
She sat anxiously on her bed, biting her nails.
BITING MY NAILS!? Hermione thought as she realized what she was actually doing. She stopped immediately, but couldn't help but jiggle her foot in anxiety. She had to stop this. She stopped, but her anxiety grew even more. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help doing so.
She thought she was about to burst with anxiety until the doorbell rang downstairs. She couldn't believe her ears at first, but then the shocking realization it was her door hit her, she sprang up from her bed and ran all the way downstairs to the door before her mother could even get close to it. Hermione was breathless and didn't even realize Crookshanks was attacking her right leg since she did step on his tail while getting to the door.
But she didn't care because she was looking at Ron. The taller but still silly freckled-faced Ron, who was staring back at her with a shocked but ever so slightly amused expression on his face and a lopsided smirk forming slowly. Hermione couldn't help but smile a little, but then felt the sudden pain of Crookshanks clawing at her still. Hermione kicked him off, and the cat decided to go upstairs with all her other baggage.
Hermione scowled after the cat, but then looked back at the Ron who was visibly smiling now, and Hermione couldn't help but smirk.
"Hello," Hermione said with a little nod.
"Hi," Ron replied, still with the smile grazing his lips.
Hermione also continued to smile and motioned him to stay there. "Wait here until I get my things." She turned and was walking off up the stairs.
Ron called after her, "Are you sure you don't want me to help?" But Hermione just yelled back over her shoulder that she didn't want him to be attacked by her already ill-tempered cat.
So Ron waited downstairs for Hermione to come back down again. He had to make a little bit of small talk with Hermione's mother, but not for long because Hermione soon started to come down the stairs. He couldn't help but notice her hair was a little more tamer this morning, and it bounced along with her as she came down the stairs with a couple of bags. He was soon gaping at her because of how wonderful she looked that morning.
Hermione noticed but couldn't risk blushing since he was looking at her like…that. So, she did what she always did when she wanted to hide her feelings from Ron, she started to bicker. "Honestly Ron, you could help a little with one of these bags," Hermione said pretending to struggle a little. Ron got out of his daze, and said a little "Oh," and immediately stepped forward toward Hermione to help her with a bag.
Hermione bit her lower lip not to smile at just how quickly he went to just help her. She watched him come toward her and grab the bag she pretended to have trouble with. She was certainly able to see how tall he became, but also saw how much more lanky he became. She then smiled a little, but she got these thoughts out of her head, and just plotted down the stairs after Ron. She said bye to her mum and went to the car to where the twins were in the front seat laughing their heads off.
Hermione didn't know what they were laughing at, but just looking at Ron's angry face and red ears, it was bound to have been something that was to Ron's expense. She couldn't help but smile as she walked closer to the car. The two twins stopped laughing hysterically but still chuckled and their classic broad smiles soon appeared on their faces as they got out of the car and greeted Hermione.
They both took turns hugging Hermione and Hermione hugging too and asking questions of how they were, etc. Hermione was much happier now, and she went over to Ron to put her other bag in the trunk of the car. She noticed that Ron glared at Fred after he hugged her, so she decided to be bold when Fred and George went back into the car.
"Ron," Hermione said as Ron packed the bags in the trunk better and more in the back for it to fit. Ron fixed it and looked at Hermione. "Don't I get a hug from you?" Hermione smiled as Ron slightly blushed.
"Alright," Ron said awkwardly; the last time he hugged Hermione, or should I say Hermione hugging him, was in their third year. Even then Ron didn't know what to do. This time though, he didn't think he would mind if he hugged Hermione, he was just afraid he would regret knowing the feel of her in his arms.
Hermione moved a step closer and Ron stood there. Hermione hugged him around his waist and Ron hugged her waist also. He couldn't help but smell her hair as he held her. He couldn't help it at that moment he fell even more in love with. Yep, Ron thought, this was definitely a bad idea.
Hermione was leaning her head to his chest; she could faintly hear the soft beating of his heart. She couldn't help but smile as Ron seemed to hold her a little tighter.
Though the hug seemed to last much longer to Ron and Hermione, it was only five seconds in reality. Hermione didn't want to let go, but she figured it would be bad if it lasted any longer. Ron regretted agreeing to hug her; now letting her go was the most painful thing.
They let each other go so Hermione had to put a smile on her face to cover the want to keep holding him, while Ron tried to grin and think of something to tease Hermione about like he always did to hide his feelings. "That hair of yours has grown even wilder. It tickled my nose just to hug you."
Hermione just scowled, but inside she was jelly all over. She had to think of something. "Oh, like your hair is any better than mine." She ruffled his hair for effect, and laughed as his adorable defeated face took place of his smugness. Hermione went and took her seat in the back and just barely hearing Ron scowl after her.
Ron turned back to the bags. "God, I love her," Ron said to himself when Hermione was safe inside and no one could hear. He shut the trunk of the car and then went to take his own seat in the back next to Hermione.
She sat anxiously on her bed, biting her nails.
BITING MY NAILS!? Hermione thought as she realized what she was actually doing. She stopped immediately, but couldn't help but jiggle her foot in anxiety. She had to stop this. She stopped, but her anxiety grew even more. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help doing so.
She thought she was about to burst with anxiety until the doorbell rang downstairs. She couldn't believe her ears at first, but then the shocking realization it was her door hit her, she sprang up from her bed and ran all the way downstairs to the door before her mother could even get close to it. Hermione was breathless and didn't even realize Crookshanks was attacking her right leg since she did step on his tail while getting to the door.
But she didn't care because she was looking at Ron. The taller but still silly freckled-faced Ron, who was staring back at her with a shocked but ever so slightly amused expression on his face and a lopsided smirk forming slowly. Hermione couldn't help but smile a little, but then felt the sudden pain of Crookshanks clawing at her still. Hermione kicked him off, and the cat decided to go upstairs with all her other baggage.
Hermione scowled after the cat, but then looked back at the Ron who was visibly smiling now, and Hermione couldn't help but smirk.
"Hello," Hermione said with a little nod.
"Hi," Ron replied, still with the smile grazing his lips.
Hermione also continued to smile and motioned him to stay there. "Wait here until I get my things." She turned and was walking off up the stairs.
Ron called after her, "Are you sure you don't want me to help?" But Hermione just yelled back over her shoulder that she didn't want him to be attacked by her already ill-tempered cat.
So Ron waited downstairs for Hermione to come back down again. He had to make a little bit of small talk with Hermione's mother, but not for long because Hermione soon started to come down the stairs. He couldn't help but notice her hair was a little more tamer this morning, and it bounced along with her as she came down the stairs with a couple of bags. He was soon gaping at her because of how wonderful she looked that morning.
Hermione noticed but couldn't risk blushing since he was looking at her like…that. So, she did what she always did when she wanted to hide her feelings from Ron, she started to bicker. "Honestly Ron, you could help a little with one of these bags," Hermione said pretending to struggle a little. Ron got out of his daze, and said a little "Oh," and immediately stepped forward toward Hermione to help her with a bag.
Hermione bit her lower lip not to smile at just how quickly he went to just help her. She watched him come toward her and grab the bag she pretended to have trouble with. She was certainly able to see how tall he became, but also saw how much more lanky he became. She then smiled a little, but she got these thoughts out of her head, and just plotted down the stairs after Ron. She said bye to her mum and went to the car to where the twins were in the front seat laughing their heads off.
Hermione didn't know what they were laughing at, but just looking at Ron's angry face and red ears, it was bound to have been something that was to Ron's expense. She couldn't help but smile as she walked closer to the car. The two twins stopped laughing hysterically but still chuckled and their classic broad smiles soon appeared on their faces as they got out of the car and greeted Hermione.
They both took turns hugging Hermione and Hermione hugging too and asking questions of how they were, etc. Hermione was much happier now, and she went over to Ron to put her other bag in the trunk of the car. She noticed that Ron glared at Fred after he hugged her, so she decided to be bold when Fred and George went back into the car.
"Ron," Hermione said as Ron packed the bags in the trunk better and more in the back for it to fit. Ron fixed it and looked at Hermione. "Don't I get a hug from you?" Hermione smiled as Ron slightly blushed.
"Alright," Ron said awkwardly; the last time he hugged Hermione, or should I say Hermione hugging him, was in their third year. Even then Ron didn't know what to do. This time though, he didn't think he would mind if he hugged Hermione, he was just afraid he would regret knowing the feel of her in his arms.
Hermione moved a step closer and Ron stood there. Hermione hugged him around his waist and Ron hugged her waist also. He couldn't help but smell her hair as he held her. He couldn't help it at that moment he fell even more in love with. Yep, Ron thought, this was definitely a bad idea.
Hermione was leaning her head to his chest; she could faintly hear the soft beating of his heart. She couldn't help but smile as Ron seemed to hold her a little tighter.
Though the hug seemed to last much longer to Ron and Hermione, it was only five seconds in reality. Hermione didn't want to let go, but she figured it would be bad if it lasted any longer. Ron regretted agreeing to hug her; now letting her go was the most painful thing.
They let each other go so Hermione had to put a smile on her face to cover the want to keep holding him, while Ron tried to grin and think of something to tease Hermione about like he always did to hide his feelings. "That hair of yours has grown even wilder. It tickled my nose just to hug you."
Hermione just scowled, but inside she was jelly all over. She had to think of something. "Oh, like your hair is any better than mine." She ruffled his hair for effect, and laughed as his adorable defeated face took place of his smugness. Hermione went and took her seat in the back and just barely hearing Ron scowl after her.
Ron turned back to the bags. "God, I love her," Ron said to himself when Hermione was safe inside and no one could hear. He shut the trunk of the car and then went to take his own seat in the back next to Hermione.