Chapter 7
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Ron struggled to calm himself as he walked down the corridors, shoving his way around crowds of students unseeingly. He had to get some control over his roiling emotions or he'd be no good in a fight. And he was pretty sure that's what it would come to when he found Malfoy. He could feel it already, the satisfaction he would get when he beat that slimy git into a bloody pulp. No one, absolutely no one was going to stop him now.
Just then, he heard footsteps behind him, moving quickly towards him. Harry. It had to be. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed his suspicions. "Go on back and sit with Hermione, Harry," he called his voice grim. "I'm not stopping. I'm going to rip his bloody hair out and wipe that smirk right off his face! You can't stop me."
"I don't want to stop you," Harry protested. "I'm coming to help you. More than likely Malfoy knows he's going to be in for it, and he's probably got those great oafs of his with him as body guards."
Ron's steps faltered in surprise at Harry's determined tone, and he stopped so that his friend could catch up. "You're really going to help?"
"Of course I am. He hurt Hermione, and he's not going to get away with it." Harry stepped into place beside him and they started walking again. "Now, where do you think he's got to?"
Ron shrugged. "Probably raced back to that Slytherin dungeon of his."
"Well?"
"Well what?" Ron responded absently. Why couldn't Harry just walk and keep his eye on the prize? Why did he have to talk so much? Ron was having enough trouble just thinking as it was, let alone trying to carry on a conversation. His mind was swirling with thoughts, images. Over and over he saw Draco's smug smile as he sent the bludger careening across the field, and again and again he saw the look in Hermione's eye as the ball hit her.
By the time they'd reached the staircase leading down to the Slytherin common room, he was practically shaking with rage. Almost everyone they passed took one look at him and headed in the opposite direction as quickly as possible. A few brave souls hung around and followed him, knowing they were about to see a good fight. Ron and Harry weren't the only ones who'd seen what Draco did to Hermione. There were a lot of other students who had witnessed it too.
They started down the staircase, but a cold, smug voice from behind stopped them. "Heard you two great louts were looking for me."
Ron spun around, his face red with fury. At the top of the staircase, Draco Malfoy stood calmly, arms crossed and a I-dare-you expression on his face. The boy must have been itching for a fight. Crabbe and Goyle flanked him, one on either side, and both looked a bit excited at the prospect of a fight.
As Ron and Harry came slowly back up the stairs, a crowd was gathering all around. This was going to be good.
The two Gryffindors reached the landing, Draco having backed off enough to allow them room.
Ron almost went for him right then, wanting badly to hear Malfoy's jaw crack under his fist. But he controlled himself. He wanted to have a few words with the pointy-faced brat first-
"How's the little Mudblood?" Draco asked with a sneer that was almost a laugh. Several of his housemates, including Crabbe and Goyle, chuckled, but Ron noticed that most of the students seemed to find nothing funny about the situation. In fact, several of them looked ready to jump in on Hermione's behalf should a fight break out. Ron recognized several of those faces as those of his fellow Gryffindors, and even counted Seamus among them, standing towards the front. The boy looked ready to commit murder himself.
Ron clenched his hands. "You really shouldn't have done that, Malfoy."
"Oh really?" Draco replied sarcastically. "Which one? Knocked her off that piece of drift wood she insists on calling a broom, or calling her what she is?"
Ron felt Harry stiffen and tense beside him. Waiting. "Neither!" Ron yelled back, darting forward with surprising swiftness and landing a solid punch in Draco's gut before Crabbe and Goyle joined the fight and started dragging him back. Ron felt a moment's pleasure as Draco crumpled to the ground, clutching his stomach. Then it was driven from his mind as Harry sprang up behind him and started pulling Goyle off him.
Ron turned his attention to Crabbe, but couldn't quite manage to get away. The boy had him in an awkward position, and he couldn't land a good punch. A different pair of shoes came into Ron's line of vision then, and someone was dragging the giant idiot off him, allowing him time to get away. As soon as he did, Ron looked up. It was Seamus.
But there was no time to think or say anything, as Draco had risen to his feet and was coming towards him with a furious look on his face. All around them, other students had jumped into the fight, Gryffindors against Slytherins mostly, though there were a few students from other houses throwing their lot in with Harry and Ron. They were making so much noise, Ron knew that a teacher was bound to show up soon. Better get another good hit in while I've got time...
He had almost reached the Slytherin Captain, but a loud voice yelling at him caught his attention and he turned to see who the speaker was, keeping a wary eye on Malfoy in case he decided to try something.
Colin Creevey came running towards them, clutching his side as though he'd come a long way at a fast pace. "Hermione's awake," he got out between breaths. "She keeps calling your name, Ron."
Everything else was shoved to the side as Ron realized what the boy was saying. "She's-she's alright?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly with relief. And she was calling for me? He could hardly believe it was true after the way he'd treated her the past week.
Colin nodded in affirmation.
Ron didn't even think about it. If Hermione was awake and wanted to speak to him, that was his first priority. Malfoy could wait until later. He'd gotten his one good hit in. Ron hurried forward, eyes straight ahead and the scene around him forgotten.
And it was because of that that Draco's sudden punch to his side almost hit it's mark. Almost, but not quite.
Ginny Weasley's hand shot out of nowhere, halting Draco's arm mid-swing. "Don't you dare hit my brother," she ordered tersely, her anger clearly recognizable in the red of her cheeks. "And this is for Hermione!"
Draco broke her hold on his arm, jerking back reflexively, expecting her fist to come at him. But Ginny pulled a different trick, and before anyone realized what she intended to do, she'd pulled her wand from her pocket and muttered a curse. It was the same one Ron had tried to use on Malfoy back in his second year, the first time Malfoy had ever called Hermione a Mudblood. The one that caused the recipient to belch slugs. But Ginny had one distinct advantage that Ron hadn't had then: her wand worked.
A deep silence came over the students who were gathered there, and all movement stopped. Everyone was watching, waiting, to see if the spell would work.
At first, it didn't look like it had, but then an awful expression came over Draco's face, a look that was half terror, half disgust. Then his hands flew to his mouth as the first slug came up. It dropped to the floor in a trail of slime, and there was a collective mutter of disgust from those watching. Draco glanced up at Ginny, his eyes cold with fury, but there was a shade of something else in them to. Something that she was certain she was the only one to see, something that looked a little like respect...
Well. I didn't think you had it in you, Weasle, his eyes seemed to say. Then he was running off down the hall, leaving a trail of slugs and slime behind him. Crabbe and Goyle withdrew after him, and everyone else followed suit, each going there own way until there was no one left standing there but Ron, Harry, and Ginny. Even Colin had left the scene, probably scared he'd get in trouble if a Professor showed up.
Ron gazed at his little sister in awe. He hadn't even saw her in the crowd, and certainly didn't know she was capable of what she'd just done. "Thanks," he said simply, eyes still wide.
"No problem," she replied, grinning. "Now go, I'll clean up this mess," she nodded towards the corridor. "Hermione's waiting for you."
He started slightly, as if he had forgotten where he'd been heading and was just now remembering. "Right. Let's go Harry. Harry?"
But Harry was still staring at Ginny, surprise mixing with laughter on his face. And something else too, something Ron couldn't quite put his finger on. "I think I'll stay and help Ginny clean up," he said suddenly, surprising everyone, including himself. Even Ginny was looking at him suspiciously.
Ron frowned. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah," Harry waved him away. "Go ahead. It was you Hermione called for anyway," he looked up then, meeting Ron's eyes. "Don't keep her waiting any longer."
Ron nodded, his stomach tightening itself into knots at the thought of speaking with her again. This time, he would apologize before anything else could happen and he'd ask her to forgive him. Hell, he'd beg her if he had to. One week without her was enough to convince him that he needed her more than he'd ever needed anything in his entire life. "Right," he said vaguely, his voice sounding a million miles away as he headed towards the Hospital Wing. "I'd better get going now. Can't keep her waiting." Ron broke into a run.
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
Throw away the oars forever
Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through the door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
Hermione raised herself up straighter in the bed as Ron came in, fighting the pain that burned her side as she did so. But something must have shown on her face, because he was immediately at her side, concerned.
"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
She smiled, the pain subsiding for the moment. "I'm fine. Thanks to you."
Ron colored. "It was noth-"
Madame Pomfrey walked towards them then, looking as if she wanted to run Ron out. "You've got five minutes," she told him sternly. Ron looked like he wanted to protest, but shut his mouth at her look of warning. The nurse walked away.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked the first thing that jumped into her mind.
"He's helping Ginny clean up slugs in the corridor." Ron's face gave nothing away.
"Huh?" And then she seemed to notice the rip in his clothes, and the small scratch on his cheek. Nothing, really, compared to what could have happened in that fight if Colin hadn't come with the news that Hermione was awake. But she didn't know that.
"Oh, Ron, you're hurt," she cooed, and reached up and touched the place gently with her fingers without thinking. Then, realizing what she'd done, she jerked her hand away as though it burned. "Sorry," she muttered, suddenly unable to look at him.
But Ron reached out and took her hand in his, placing it back on his cheek and holding it there gently. Then he used his other hand to make her look at him. What she saw made her heart stop, and the small pains from her injury that she still felt faded away into nothingness. "You're not the one who should be sorry, Hermione, I am. I've been a complete jerk this past week- I didn't even give you a chance to explain, and-"
"It's alright, Ron, really," she interrupted, placing a finger over his lips to shush him. "I didn't help matters, letting you think what you wanted to about me and Seamus instead of trying to correct you-"
"You mean..." it was his turn to interrupt her. "You mean there really wasn't anything between you and Seamus?"
Hermoine smiled at him, her eyes full of compassion, and also a little sorrow, for the things she must have put him through. "No, Ron. There never was, and never will be. He's just a good friend." Ron's eyes brightened at that, and she went on. "But you, Ron. You're different. You're-" she faltered, her voice cracking, "You're not just a good friend anymore."
Ron looked at her then, feeling as though he were drowning in her eyes, and in her voice. But there was a question he had to ask her before he let himself be carried away. He swallowed nervously, and removed her hand from his cheek and held it between his two larger ones, caressing the back of it gently with his thumbs. "Then what am I, Hermione?"
Hermione took a deep, shaky breath, then threw caution to the wind and plunged recklessly onward. No matter what the result was, she had to say it. She could never rest until she had. "You're- I mean, I hope that you're my boyfriend again." She fell silent, waiting for him to speak and unable to tear her eyes away from his.
Ron smiled at the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty. Then, moving slowly and carefully so that he didn't hurt her, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her gently.
Fireworks exploded in Hermione's head when their lips met, and if Ron wasn't practically lying on top of her she felt she could have jumped up from the bed and flown right out the window. Without a broom! But he was there, and she was glad of it. Her hands found his chest, his neck, and she wrapped her arms around him, feeling his warm body melting into hers. This was heaven...
"Ahem." Someone cleared their voice loudly, and Ron and Hermione jerked apart, both their faces growing warm with embarrassment. "Sorry to interrupt," Madame Pomfrey began, not looking sorry at all, "but your five minutes are up." She jerked her head towards the door, indicating that Ron should leave.
With a reluctant sigh, Ron stood up, casting Hermione an apologetic look before turning back to the nurse. "When can I see her again?"
"Come back in a couple of hours after she's had time to rest from your...visit."
Ron nodded, then glanced back at Hermione. "Later?" he mouthed, his face hopeful.
"Later," she promised, sending him a grin that would have stolen the heart of any man who saw it. But only one did, and he had no heart left to steal; she'd already taken it!
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Six days later, Hermione was released from the Hospital Wing. And just in time for the Yule Ball too.
This time, Ron didn't make the same mistake he had in fourth year. He asked her as soon as he could get her alone in the Common Room that night. Which took a lot longer than one would think; Hermione had been surrounded by friends and well-wishers all afternoon, welcoming her back. But finally, only he, Hermione, and Harry were left.
Harry sensed the mood, made only more obvious by the pointed glances Ron was giving him. "I...um...guess I'd better go." He left hastily, not looking back. Couples...And his mind strayed then, and an image superimposed itself in his mind: that of a young, beautiful girl with hair as red as Ron's and a skill with jinxes, hexes, and curses that Harry had to admire.
He shook his head to rid himself of the image and climbed into bed. That particular train of thought was not even worth pursuing; nothing could come of it. But as his eyes closed and he drifted into slumber, he dreamed...
Down in the common room, Ron and Hermione were sitting silently, side by side, simply staring into the fire and saying nothing. It was a peaceful quiet, the kind that only seems to show itself when all persons present are perfectly content. As Ron and Hermione were now. Or almost were anyway. There was one thing Ron still had to get off his mind first.
"Uh, Hermione?" he began hesitantly, unsure exactly how to go about this, and suddenly feeling very shy.
"Yes?" Hermione responded pleasantly, turning to look at him, shadows from the jumping flames playing over her face and giving her an almost ethereal appearance.
Ron's mouth went dry. "I-I was wondering...I mean I was thinking..." he took a deep breath and plunged onward. "Do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me tomorrow night?"
Hermione smiled then. "I was wondering if you were ever going to get around to asking me that."
Ron waited for her to continue, but she didn't. She just sat there, waiting for him to make the next move it seemed. "Well?"
"I'd love to go with you."
Ron could have jumped up and whooped in delight, but gratefully, he restrained himself. Hermione watched as his eyes lit up though, and laughed at the pleased look on his face. It was such a young look, a boyish, innocent expression she hadn't seen in a while, and now realized she had sorely missed.
"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" Ron nodded, and Hermione pulled herself to her feet. "Well then, I think it's time I went to bed. I've got lot's of homework to catch up on tomorrow, seeing as how I missed several classes this week."
Ron stood up too, and caught her arm as she turned to leave. "Do I get a good night kiss?" he asked in a soft voice.
Hermione grinned impishly. "You sure do." And before he could begin to do anything, she had leaned over, kissed him quickly on the cheek, and vanished up the stairway.
Ron stood there for a long moment, a foolish grin plastered on his face. Then he turned and practically skipped up the stairway-if such a thing is possible-and climbed into his own bed. He didn't dream that night, but he didn't have to. He was living in a dream already.
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"Parvati?" Hermione called hesitantly, "Can I ask you something?"
The other girl glanced at her distractedly as she set in front of a mirror, brushing her long, dark hair until it shone. "What?"
"You remember that purple robe-"
"I knew it!" Lavender exclaimed, coming up behind them. "I really knew it. Professor Trelawney will be so pleased when she hears..."
At first, Hermione wondered what she meant, then it came back to her. "You'll want that robe someday," Lavender had said, her smooth voice full of confidence.
Hermione looked at her roommate, eyes narrowed. "You must be really, really good in Divination."
Lavender just shrugged like it was nothing, though she was still smiling. "Professor Trelawney says I'm a natural."
Hermione smiled back. "I believe it."
Lavender giggled. "Now, Parvati, what about that robe? If I'm not mistaken-and I'm sure I'm not- Hermione wants to where it tonight, don't you?" This last was said with a quick glance at Hermione, who nodded her head in consent.
"That's what I had in mind..."
Parvati jumped up from her chair, caught up by Lavender's excitement. "It'll be perfect on you Hermione! I'll be right back."
She headed across the room, and Hermione and Lavender were left standing there. Lavender used the opportunity to reach up and fiddle with Hermione's hair. "Hmmm," she mused aloud. "I think I've got a charm written down somewhere that will keep you're hair from being so bushy, and maybe we can add some curls to it..." she went on, muttering about this and that, and while Hermione half-listened at first, she soon tuned her out completely.
Parvati came back with the robe then, and insisted that Hermione go take her shower and change into it right away.
"But we've still got three hours until the ball-"
"Yes," Lavender interrupted, " and we're going to need every minute of it."
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Three hours later, Hermione was glad she'd agreed to go along with their nagging and picking. The girl she saw staring back at her in the mirror barely resembled the one she saw every morning.
"I'm beautiful," she breathed softly, hardly daring to believe it.
Lavender and Parvati, who were standing back, observing their handiwork, giggled.
"Now don't let this get to your head or anything," Parvati warned, "but yeah, you are."
Lavender nodded her agreement, and Hermione thought she had never felt so happy. Tonight was going to be wonderful. Just wait until Ron saw her!
She turned away from her reflection then, walking back towards the other two girls. "Thank you. Both of you. I never thought I'd say this, but in your own way, you're pure geniuses."
Lavender and Parvati just grinned. Then "Ooh, we're going to be late. Let's go," and Lavender grabbed Hermione's arm and tugged her out the door. Parvati followed right behind.
They entered the common room, and Hermione was surprised to see that it was empty. "Where are the boys at? I thought they were going to wait for us."
Lavender waved her wand in dismissal. "I had to tell them to go on when we were finishing your hair. I knew we'd be late, and I didn't see any reason why they should be too. We'll meet them there."
"Oh," Hermione said in a small voice, a little disappointed. She was going to have to walk into the Great Hall all by herself? The thought sent nervous shivers up her spine. But then, she reminded herself, Lavender and Parvati will be with me. That's something.
Lavender must have sensed something, either in her voice or her expression. "Ron didn't want to go without you, Hermione," she explained, "but I insisted. Besides," she added with a smirk, "it's much better this way. Everyone looks up when people come in late, and you, my dear, will be the star of the show. Tons of guys will want to dance with you, and Ron will be so jealous he'll keep you in his arms all night."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at that. "Remind me to call you next time I need at boost of self-confidence."
"Oh, she doesn't do this most of the time, you know," Parvati jumped in. "She's making a very special exception tonight."
"And I very much appreciate it," Hermione said gratefully as they walked down the halls. The normally bustling corridors were empty now. Everyone must have been at the ball already.
They reached the entrance to the Great Hall, and Hermione gathered her failing courage. It was now or never...Luckily, Lavender and Parvati didn't seem the least bit nervous, and their excitement was like a drug to her, and carried her in with them. Lavender was right, most of the students did look up to see who had arrived late.
Parvati and Lavender were obviously no surprise, but Hermione saw several faces gaping in disbelief when they realized who was with them. Hermione felt herself beaming with pride and blushing at the same time. She turned her face away from the surprised stares of her fellow students and searched the room for Ron.
Standing near the door, but a little way back into the room, Harry, Seamus, and Ron waited for their dates to arrive. Harry was the first to spot them, and his unbelieving look was enough to get Ron's attention. Soon, he joined the mass of gaping students as he stared at the person who could only be Hermione.
Lavender and Parvati were beautiful tonight, of course, but Hermione seemed to outshine them like the sun outshines the moon. A boy somewhere behind them whistled appreciatively, and Ron turned to glare at him over his shoulder. The boy's smile faded abruptly, and he retreated back into the crowd.
Harry and Seamus were moving forward to greet Parvati and Lavender now, and Ron began shouldering his way through the crowd to reach Hermione. She was looking away from him, searching the crowd for someone, it seemed. Probably looking for him.
"Hermione?"
Her head jerked around towards him so fast Ron was vaguely surprised it didn't snap. Then she was smiling at him, and he stepped forward to take her hand.
As if on cue, the music started playing, the rich melody wafting through the air and egging Ron on. "Would you like to dance?" Ron asked her quietly, his eyes traveling from her beautifully curled hair down over the elegantly styled robe and back up to her eyes, where they stayed, waiting for her answer.
"Of course," Hermione answered simply, and Ron led her out to the dance floor. His arms went around her waist, and hers encircled his neck. He pulled her closer, and they spun slowly to the music. "You look amazing tonight, Hermione," Ron complimented her after a few minutes of comfortable silence between them.
Hermione grinned up at him. "Thank you. Parvati let me borrow the robe, and then she and Lavender did my hair and everything."
"It's perfect," he assured her, his eyes never leaving hers.
But something caught Hermione's attention then, and she tore her eyes away from Ron long enough to glance over his shoulder at the couple dancing nearby. It was Harry and Lavender, and they seemed to be arguing about something.
"For goodness sakes, Harry," Hermione thought she heard Lavender say,"if you want to dance with the girl, just go over and ask her. I don't want to dance with a boy who's too busy thinking about someone else to see straight anyway. There are plenty of other boys who want to dance with me." She pulled away from him then, leaving him standing alone in a sea of dancers. He looked a little forlorn at first, but then Hermione saw his features harden in resolve, and she watched, fascinated as he walked over to another girl she couldn't quite see and asked her to dance. Apparently, the girl agreed, because he led her out onto a floor, and a minute later Hermione could recognize her.
Ginny! He was dancing with Ginny. She tugged on Ron's arm excitedly. "Look."
Ron turned to see what Hermione was so adamant about, and even he had to smile at the sight, though he felt another emotion underneath as well. Harry had better not hurt her...But it was just a dance, what harm could that do? He shook his doubts from his mind and turned back to Hermione.
They seemed to dance forever, caught up in the music and the warm feeling of each others arms. After what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes, Hermione pulled away.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you, Ron, and haven't gotten a chance to yet."
"What's that?" Ron asked, wondering what she was talking about.
Hermione chewed her lip, then went on. "I want to thank you for catching me at the game last Saturday. Harry told me all about it. He said it was the most brilliant piece of flying he'd ever seen."
"Really?" Ron asked, disbelief evident in his voice. "Harry said that?" Hermione nodded, and he smiled, pleased. "You don't have to thank me for that, Hermione. I had to catch you."
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion, and she looked up at him, feeling suddenly breathless and excited, nervous and scared to death all at once. "Why is that, Ron?" she asked softly.
"Because," he said, his voice just as low, "I think I'm in love you, Hermione Granger."
Time stood still. The very air around them held it's breath while Hermione's head spun and her heart raced. Her eyes widened in surprise, and though somewhere deep inside she'd been expecting him to say that, had hoped that he would say that, it was still a shock. Then happiness flooded through her, and she laughed with pleasure, her dark eyes gleaming.
"Well, I'll do you one better, Ron Weasley," she teased, grinning up at him in the semi-darkness of the room. "I know I'm in love with you."
Now it was Ron's turn to be shocked, and he went still, his face paling alarmingly.
Hermione became worried. That wasn't the kind of reaction she'd expected. "Ron? Are you alright?"
He looked up at her then, and color flooded back into his cheeks. "I think I almost had a heart attack," he told her, only half-joking.
She grinned in relief, and punched him playfully. "Ro-on..."
"No really. For a moment there, I was so happy I thought I'd die."
Hermione rolled her eyes, laughter welling up inside her. "So, what, your not happy anymore now?" she teased.
"No! I assure you, I am still one very happy person."
As if to prove it, he swept her up in his arms, and spun her around, his lips coming down to touch hers the moment her feet were back on the floor. Hermione's eyes closed, and she waited for the kiss that was surely to come.
It never reached her, and she looked up, eyeing Ron in confusion. "What's wrong."
Ron hesitated. "Do you care if- Is it alright-Can I kiss you in public?" he finally asked simply.
Hermione chuckled then, her laughter drifting in the air like music, and several heads turned towards the sound. But Ron and Hermione didn't see them, because at that moment, there was only the two of them. Hermione twined her hands around Ron's neck again, and pulled his lips back down to hers. "Anytime, Ron, anytime."
And I can't fight this feeling anymore
I've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through the door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
The End
A/N: Well, there you have it. I hope you all enjoyed the story as much as I did. I'm thinking of doing a sequel, but it will be about either Harry and Ginny or Draco and Ginny. I haven't decided which I like best yet. I left little hints of both in the story too, if you noticed. Let me know what you think of this idea in a review please!
Thanks to everyone who has already reviewed:
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