Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise. I only own Kendra.
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A/N: Apinda, I owe you BIG! See all you non-review people, I write with so much more enthusiasm when people review. So thank you Apinda! Anyway, this is my long awaited fluff chapter. If you don't like fluff, skim through this but don't skip this 'cause it could be important. Hope you enjoy. as always r/r.
Ch. 8 Where Did I Go Right?
Everyone stayed by Ron's side until he became better. Kendra noticed that every time Hermione patted his hand he would blush. Kendra found this highly amusing, and quite sad at the same time. From time to time Hermione could be seen with a pained look in her eyes. Ginny and Kendra would tell her to tell Ron how she feels, but she just couldn't. It would be so hard to let it all out again.
"Hermione, what if next time he's not saved? How will he ever know?" Ginny told her.
"Ginny, I can't right now. I'll . . . I'll just have to tell him when I'm ready."
"When will you be ready Hermione?"
"I don't know."
Ron was very restless one day as everyone sat quietly in his infirmary room. "No one ever told me how I survived the curse. What happened?"
Everyone looked at each other uneasily and Hermione looked up from the book she had been reading ("What To Do If You Have Magic You Didn't Know About But Know About Now And Don't Know What To Do With It").
There was silence and then "Hermione saved you." Harry blurted out.
"Hermione? You didn't tell me. What did you do?"
More silence "You know . . . The usual."
"What's the usual?" Ron was starting to realize that there was something they weren't telling him.
"How do you think she saved you? It was magic. He-l-l-o-o!" Kendra tried to bring some laughter into the room, but it didn't work.
"Oh . . . Ok then." Ron wasn't satisfied with his answer but didn't try to pry anymore.
Much time passed and soon Ron left the hospital. He seemed so happy to be out and up on his feet. He like being pampered, but too much was sickening. Many of the other students were wondering what had happened to him. They soon found out when the Daily Prophet came. (A/N: It says the same thing as in the 5th book, and I don't really want to copy it down.)
"The war started. I can't believe it took them a year to realize. Fudge is going to look really dumb when everyone reads this." Ron said looking at the article. "What?" Ron realized that Hermione was staring at him.
"Huh? Oh nothing." Hermione blushed and looked down.
"All of you guys are acting really weird. Is there something I should know?" Ron said a little too loudly. Some of the students at other tables were looking at him.
"I'm leaving soon." Kendra said the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh . . . When?" Ron said looking a bit sad. Kendra was slightly happy to see that people actually cared.
"I'm not sure." Kendra replied.
Days went by. Kendra wondered the halls of Hogwarts while everyone had classes. This gave her the chance to see everything that she had read in the books. She even visited the house elves. They were very nice. She also went to the room of requirement. What ever came to mind, she would find there. Magic could do so much, but heal so little. Harry was still trying to get over his loss, and Hermione was trying to figure out how to tell Ron how she felt. Ron was trying to figure out what everyone was keeping from him.
"You know," Luna said one day, "I heard that there are these creatures called snafnaks that are around whenever someone kisses someone else. Maybe they healed Ron."
"Sure Luna." Hermione was just now in the mood to argue.
"Ron! I told you over and over again not to leave your homework to the last minute!" Hermione shouted at Ron days later in the Great Hall. "Can't you take care of your self?"
"Hermione I was in the hospital wing for a long time! Give me a break!" Ron yelled back.
Ron had just realized that he'd forgotten to do his transfiguration homework He was asking Hermione to help him.
"Ron I'm not going to help you. Do it your self." Hermione turned back to her breakfast.
"Hermione! I need your help! You never help anyone! You only care about yourself and your stupid reputation!"
Hermione turned red in the face but didn't turn to look at Ron. "Ron you know that isn't true. Hermione saved your life!" Kendra said to him.
"People keep telling me that, but now I'm starting to think it's a lie. You wont even tell me how you saved me!" Ron yelled at Hermione.
"You really want to know how I saved you?" Hermione was no longer red; she was purple.
"Yes Hermione, I'd like to know!" Ron stared down at her.
Hermione stared at him for a very long time, the color slowly draining from her face. She finally leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ron's. Just like in the department of Mysteries, there was a huge flash of light. Once the light hit Kendra, she felt a feeling of pure happiness in the pit of her stomach. Through the light she could see Ron's look of surprise change to a relaxed, pleasant look. But Hermione had started to cry.
"Are you happy now?" Hermione picked up her books and ran out of the Great Hall.
"What . . . what just happened here?" Ron looked at them all confused.
"When you were dying, Hermione told you how much she cared about you. Then she kissed you and you came to. We're not sure why." But Ron didn't hear the end of Kendra's sentence. He had already left. Suddenly Kendra felt her legs urge her to follow Ron. But this time she didn't want to go. Sure she wanted to know what went on between them, but they needed this time alone. Kendra tried to grab the table to keep her from moving, but once it started to move, she let go and followed obediently.
When Ron ran faster, so would Kendra. Her legs even remembered to skip the false step. Ron didn't notice Kendra behind him. She finally caught up, wished herself invisible and snuck in behind Ron into the common room.
Hermione had been crying but when she saw Ron she immediately stopped. "What do you want Ron? To make fun on me?"
"Hermione . . ." He croaked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"How you feel about me . . ."
Hermione didn't speak for a second then replied, "There was a long time when I tried to deny I had feelings for you Ron. I told myself it wasn't right. That we were just friends and that it should stay that way. After a while I couldn't deny it any longer. But then I thought about what Harry would think. Wouldn't it be hard to have friends that are going out? But what really kept me from telling you Ron, is the fact that maybe you didn't feel the same way. Sometimes I thought you absolutely hated me," Ron shook his head at this and sat down next to Hermione as she continued, "And then I was cornered with no escape, and all I could thing was 'How will Ron ever know how much I cared?' then you jumped out of no where and caught the blast your self. I blamed Kendra for it at first," Kendra's ears perked up at this, "But I knew it wasn't her fault. I held you in my arms. Everyone came over, done fighting, to see if you were all right. I knew you weren't. Then I did what I had wanted to do for so long. I kissed you." There was a short silence before she went on, "Then all of a sudden, your eyes open and it was as if you were awoken from a deep sleep. I was overjoyed. But I still wasn't sure if you felt the same. Madam Pomfrey then told me you wouldn't remember what happened after the initial attack. All I know now is . . . that I don't know anything."
"Hermione, if you had only told me sooner. I . . . I feel the same way." Ron looked adoringly into Hermione's eyes.
"You do?"
He nodded, "I never did get to kiss you back . . ." Their lips locked at there was another flash. More happiness. Hermione put her hand on his face. FLASH. Joy. The kiss deepened. FLASH. Kendra didn't understand how she could be so happy. But she was. She was happy for the magical couple that finally came together.
A/N: You like? Yes . . . no? Well if you've got an opinion the review. Now there is one person I must address.
Kendra Kontaki: BAKA!! Of coarse the Kendra you know isn't like that. That's because it's a different person. There are more people who are named Kendra. Yes, you were right, I did get mad. But not mad enough to hurt you. Only mad enough to yell at you.
I'll try to write more soon!
A/N: Apinda, I owe you BIG! See all you non-review people, I write with so much more enthusiasm when people review. So thank you Apinda! Anyway, this is my long awaited fluff chapter. If you don't like fluff, skim through this but don't skip this 'cause it could be important. Hope you enjoy. as always r/r.
Ch. 8 Where Did I Go Right?
Everyone stayed by Ron's side until he became better. Kendra noticed that every time Hermione patted his hand he would blush. Kendra found this highly amusing, and quite sad at the same time. From time to time Hermione could be seen with a pained look in her eyes. Ginny and Kendra would tell her to tell Ron how she feels, but she just couldn't. It would be so hard to let it all out again.
"Hermione, what if next time he's not saved? How will he ever know?" Ginny told her.
"Ginny, I can't right now. I'll . . . I'll just have to tell him when I'm ready."
"When will you be ready Hermione?"
"I don't know."
Ron was very restless one day as everyone sat quietly in his infirmary room. "No one ever told me how I survived the curse. What happened?"
Everyone looked at each other uneasily and Hermione looked up from the book she had been reading ("What To Do If You Have Magic You Didn't Know About But Know About Now And Don't Know What To Do With It").
There was silence and then "Hermione saved you." Harry blurted out.
"Hermione? You didn't tell me. What did you do?"
More silence "You know . . . The usual."
"What's the usual?" Ron was starting to realize that there was something they weren't telling him.
"How do you think she saved you? It was magic. He-l-l-o-o!" Kendra tried to bring some laughter into the room, but it didn't work.
"Oh . . . Ok then." Ron wasn't satisfied with his answer but didn't try to pry anymore.
Much time passed and soon Ron left the hospital. He seemed so happy to be out and up on his feet. He like being pampered, but too much was sickening. Many of the other students were wondering what had happened to him. They soon found out when the Daily Prophet came. (A/N: It says the same thing as in the 5th book, and I don't really want to copy it down.)
"The war started. I can't believe it took them a year to realize. Fudge is going to look really dumb when everyone reads this." Ron said looking at the article. "What?" Ron realized that Hermione was staring at him.
"Huh? Oh nothing." Hermione blushed and looked down.
"All of you guys are acting really weird. Is there something I should know?" Ron said a little too loudly. Some of the students at other tables were looking at him.
"I'm leaving soon." Kendra said the first thing that came to mind.
"Oh . . . When?" Ron said looking a bit sad. Kendra was slightly happy to see that people actually cared.
"I'm not sure." Kendra replied.
Days went by. Kendra wondered the halls of Hogwarts while everyone had classes. This gave her the chance to see everything that she had read in the books. She even visited the house elves. They were very nice. She also went to the room of requirement. What ever came to mind, she would find there. Magic could do so much, but heal so little. Harry was still trying to get over his loss, and Hermione was trying to figure out how to tell Ron how she felt. Ron was trying to figure out what everyone was keeping from him.
"You know," Luna said one day, "I heard that there are these creatures called snafnaks that are around whenever someone kisses someone else. Maybe they healed Ron."
"Sure Luna." Hermione was just now in the mood to argue.
"Ron! I told you over and over again not to leave your homework to the last minute!" Hermione shouted at Ron days later in the Great Hall. "Can't you take care of your self?"
"Hermione I was in the hospital wing for a long time! Give me a break!" Ron yelled back.
Ron had just realized that he'd forgotten to do his transfiguration homework He was asking Hermione to help him.
"Ron I'm not going to help you. Do it your self." Hermione turned back to her breakfast.
"Hermione! I need your help! You never help anyone! You only care about yourself and your stupid reputation!"
Hermione turned red in the face but didn't turn to look at Ron. "Ron you know that isn't true. Hermione saved your life!" Kendra said to him.
"People keep telling me that, but now I'm starting to think it's a lie. You wont even tell me how you saved me!" Ron yelled at Hermione.
"You really want to know how I saved you?" Hermione was no longer red; she was purple.
"Yes Hermione, I'd like to know!" Ron stared down at her.
Hermione stared at him for a very long time, the color slowly draining from her face. She finally leaned forward and pressed her lips against Ron's. Just like in the department of Mysteries, there was a huge flash of light. Once the light hit Kendra, she felt a feeling of pure happiness in the pit of her stomach. Through the light she could see Ron's look of surprise change to a relaxed, pleasant look. But Hermione had started to cry.
"Are you happy now?" Hermione picked up her books and ran out of the Great Hall.
"What . . . what just happened here?" Ron looked at them all confused.
"When you were dying, Hermione told you how much she cared about you. Then she kissed you and you came to. We're not sure why." But Ron didn't hear the end of Kendra's sentence. He had already left. Suddenly Kendra felt her legs urge her to follow Ron. But this time she didn't want to go. Sure she wanted to know what went on between them, but they needed this time alone. Kendra tried to grab the table to keep her from moving, but once it started to move, she let go and followed obediently.
When Ron ran faster, so would Kendra. Her legs even remembered to skip the false step. Ron didn't notice Kendra behind him. She finally caught up, wished herself invisible and snuck in behind Ron into the common room.
Hermione had been crying but when she saw Ron she immediately stopped. "What do you want Ron? To make fun on me?"
"Hermione . . ." He croaked, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"How you feel about me . . ."
Hermione didn't speak for a second then replied, "There was a long time when I tried to deny I had feelings for you Ron. I told myself it wasn't right. That we were just friends and that it should stay that way. After a while I couldn't deny it any longer. But then I thought about what Harry would think. Wouldn't it be hard to have friends that are going out? But what really kept me from telling you Ron, is the fact that maybe you didn't feel the same way. Sometimes I thought you absolutely hated me," Ron shook his head at this and sat down next to Hermione as she continued, "And then I was cornered with no escape, and all I could thing was 'How will Ron ever know how much I cared?' then you jumped out of no where and caught the blast your self. I blamed Kendra for it at first," Kendra's ears perked up at this, "But I knew it wasn't her fault. I held you in my arms. Everyone came over, done fighting, to see if you were all right. I knew you weren't. Then I did what I had wanted to do for so long. I kissed you." There was a short silence before she went on, "Then all of a sudden, your eyes open and it was as if you were awoken from a deep sleep. I was overjoyed. But I still wasn't sure if you felt the same. Madam Pomfrey then told me you wouldn't remember what happened after the initial attack. All I know now is . . . that I don't know anything."
"Hermione, if you had only told me sooner. I . . . I feel the same way." Ron looked adoringly into Hermione's eyes.
"You do?"
He nodded, "I never did get to kiss you back . . ." Their lips locked at there was another flash. More happiness. Hermione put her hand on his face. FLASH. Joy. The kiss deepened. FLASH. Kendra didn't understand how she could be so happy. But she was. She was happy for the magical couple that finally came together.
A/N: You like? Yes . . . no? Well if you've got an opinion the review. Now there is one person I must address.
Kendra Kontaki: BAKA!! Of coarse the Kendra you know isn't like that. That's because it's a different person. There are more people who are named Kendra. Yes, you were right, I did get mad. But not mad enough to hurt you. Only mad enough to yell at you.
I'll try to write more soon!