Final Chapter...I think
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An authoritive tinkle broke into the babble of the hall at breakfast. Professor McGonagall was tapping her goblet with a fork.
Everyone looked up, Ron continued to nod into his cornflakes, his long night left him sleepy and drained. McGonagall cleared her throat, "Ahem, I'd like to happily announce that Miss Granger is now conscious-" Ron and Harry snapped to attention and stared up at their Head of House, "-she will hopefully be returning to school by tomorrow, though close friends and house members do have permission to visit her today..."
Harry grabbed Ron and they ran to the Hospital Wing, they stumbled, breathless, through the open door. When Madame Pomfrey greeted them with a disapproving look, they slowed down. They walked sedately up to Hermione's bed, where she sat with a breakfast tray. Her eyes flickered a bit when she saw Ron, but she broke into a huge grin. Harry and Ron were grinning as well, though you could have said that Ron's was a bit forced.
"Hi" grinned Harry, Hermione simply lifted her arms, he hugged her. She turned to Ron, her eyes were guarded but she smiled. Ron hugged her gently, just to prove that things were back to normal. "Long time no see..." he said, Hermione laughed.
Harry chattered away on what had happened while she was asleep, Ron stayed silent and Hermione answered in laughing, one-word answers. Things would be back to normal if Ron talked a bit...
The next day, Hermione came back to school and was welcomed with open arms. Her presence had been especially missed in difficult lessons...where the professors had picked on the others, because Hermione hadn't been there to answer their questions. Hermione would have over-worked herself again if Harry and Ron hadn't stopped her...Harry and Ron...Ron was very careful not to be alone with Hermione.
Hermione herself felt much better, she barely remembered what had happened while she was asleep, occasional flashings of a warm touch and a deep, warm voice went through her mind but she usually shook them off, it scared her to remember who they belonged to.
Sometimes, she fell into a reverie, she wondered what had made her stop Ron that day...she could only answer that it was for the good of both of them. Maybe, even after all the years of friendship...she couldn't bear to lose the happy comradeship that the two of them shared...she thought deeper - his friendship was too important...but she thought with a guilty pleasure of the way his lips had brushed against hers before she had pushed him away, the feeling of safety that she got when she was in his arms...his concern over her troubles-
Neville asking if she had seen Trevor interrupted her. After a denial, she sent Neville on his way. She turned back to her books but fell back into her deep thoughts again...She did like him, the sweetness of his love made friendship look a bit bland...but she didn't want to do anything...did she?
All throughout that evening, she wondered about her predicament...why had she pushed him back? Unconsciously, she did realize that the only reason she had woken up was because Ron had promised that he'd never bother her again...that he'd never mess up their friendship. But what friendship was left? Ron stoically avoided being with her alone and rarely made the usual infuriating remarks that had aggravated her before, but now seemed almost sweet.
She undressed silently that night, not joining in the gossip of the other girls. She couldn't sleep and twisted a lot until her bed sheets were a mass of entwined fabric. Thoroughly put out, she pushed them away and grabbed her dressing gown. Maybe the warmth of the Common Room would help her get some sleep. She silently opened the door to the dormitory and made her way down the winding staircase.
She slumped down onto the sofa, before she realized that someone was already sitting there, "Ron!" she cried out, before clapping her hand on her mouth.
Ron looked up at her with an amused expression, "Nice greeting...your gown really suits your tone of your face..." he laughed
Hermione pressed her hands on her cheeks; she was dismayed to find them hot and probably very red - same as her dressing gown. Ron laughed again and gestured to the place next to him, "Have a seat"
Hermione started to hesitate, then noticed that Ron's expression darkened slightly, 'You're being silly' she chided herself mentally and sat down next to him. "Errr...so...have you seen Nappy since the last time we were here?" quickly reeling off the first topic that came to her head.
"Nope" Ron replied cheerfully, after he didn't offer a new topic and seemed happy to sit in silence with her, Hermione kept quiet. She was scared that she'd feel the tension building up around them but surprisingly, it didn't. Maybe because she now knew that Ron wouldn't do anything, but the knowledge filled her with sadness now...why had she been so stupid?
Ron started the conversation now, "Hey, I didn't thank you for the birthday present, it was really great...Fred and George are bloody jealous." He laughed again. Hermione smiled, "No problem....I wasn't really sure on what to get you...but I'm glad you liked it, I suppose it fitted OK?"
"Yeah it did, let me show you..." Before Hermione could stop him, he ran up the stairs to the Boy's Dormitory and after a few minutes ran down again, dressed in the shocking orange robes, which clashed with his hair. Hermione laughed at his boyish happiness and clapped softly, "You look great!" she exclaimed. He had left he buttons undone and a 6-pack peeked out at her. She had to admit, Ron had grown considerably since she had first met him...he was also handsome, the shock of floppy, red hair and his infectious grin made her heart flutter.
She shook herself as she noticed Ron looking at her strangely. She clapped a bit louder to make up for her lapse from reality. He grinned at her, and put his hands in his pocket and posed. Hermione laughed again.
His expression changed, he fumbled in the pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out and read aloud: "...to conclude this experiment, the best way to prepare this potion is to cook it over a low heat..." they both started laughing when they realized that it was a page of Hermione's Potions homework. But he suddenly stopped as he inspected the page, near the edges. Hermione's heart dropped as she remembered her earlier doodling, she didn't know whether to cry or run...so she just sat there, silent.
Ron's expression was hard to read as he held up the page, even at that distance, Hermione could clearly see the curricles of his name, entwined in little hearts. She looked stricken...until Ron pulled her up, off the sofa.
She hung her head, "Hermione..." Ron whispered gently, "I don't know what to say...I - you...after all that - you did." She nodded, still fascinated by the floor. Ron would hate her, she knew it. She had played games with him and now she'd lose his friendship and his love.
Ron let her go and stepped back...she was forced to take her eyes of the floor so she could see what was going on...Ron had probably left, disgusted with her. Her eyes grew wide as Ron stood in front of her, arms open. She knew she wasn't making a mistake when she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, she burst into tears.
After a while, Ron pulled her off gently and took her face in his hands, she was still sniffling a bit. Ron shook his head at her distress and wiped away her tears. Hermione laughed a bit at her own stupidity, which was cut off when Ron bent his head and kissed her softly, her fingers lingered in his hair as she kissed him back. They stood like that for a while, the kiss getting more deeper and sweeter until...
"Hello Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, you too be having a boyfriend and a girlfriend! Just like Nappy!" announced a high-pitched voice happily.
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There, finished. I hope you all liked it. You know what? This is my first story that I've actually finished. Too bad my love life isn't this great...Happy reading; I'll start a new story if I come up with a decent plot. You can read my Princess Diaries Fics during the meanwhile. Luv- Gonnabe Writer
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An authoritive tinkle broke into the babble of the hall at breakfast. Professor McGonagall was tapping her goblet with a fork.
Everyone looked up, Ron continued to nod into his cornflakes, his long night left him sleepy and drained. McGonagall cleared her throat, "Ahem, I'd like to happily announce that Miss Granger is now conscious-" Ron and Harry snapped to attention and stared up at their Head of House, "-she will hopefully be returning to school by tomorrow, though close friends and house members do have permission to visit her today..."
Harry grabbed Ron and they ran to the Hospital Wing, they stumbled, breathless, through the open door. When Madame Pomfrey greeted them with a disapproving look, they slowed down. They walked sedately up to Hermione's bed, where she sat with a breakfast tray. Her eyes flickered a bit when she saw Ron, but she broke into a huge grin. Harry and Ron were grinning as well, though you could have said that Ron's was a bit forced.
"Hi" grinned Harry, Hermione simply lifted her arms, he hugged her. She turned to Ron, her eyes were guarded but she smiled. Ron hugged her gently, just to prove that things were back to normal. "Long time no see..." he said, Hermione laughed.
Harry chattered away on what had happened while she was asleep, Ron stayed silent and Hermione answered in laughing, one-word answers. Things would be back to normal if Ron talked a bit...
The next day, Hermione came back to school and was welcomed with open arms. Her presence had been especially missed in difficult lessons...where the professors had picked on the others, because Hermione hadn't been there to answer their questions. Hermione would have over-worked herself again if Harry and Ron hadn't stopped her...Harry and Ron...Ron was very careful not to be alone with Hermione.
Hermione herself felt much better, she barely remembered what had happened while she was asleep, occasional flashings of a warm touch and a deep, warm voice went through her mind but she usually shook them off, it scared her to remember who they belonged to.
Sometimes, she fell into a reverie, she wondered what had made her stop Ron that day...she could only answer that it was for the good of both of them. Maybe, even after all the years of friendship...she couldn't bear to lose the happy comradeship that the two of them shared...she thought deeper - his friendship was too important...but she thought with a guilty pleasure of the way his lips had brushed against hers before she had pushed him away, the feeling of safety that she got when she was in his arms...his concern over her troubles-
Neville asking if she had seen Trevor interrupted her. After a denial, she sent Neville on his way. She turned back to her books but fell back into her deep thoughts again...She did like him, the sweetness of his love made friendship look a bit bland...but she didn't want to do anything...did she?
All throughout that evening, she wondered about her predicament...why had she pushed him back? Unconsciously, she did realize that the only reason she had woken up was because Ron had promised that he'd never bother her again...that he'd never mess up their friendship. But what friendship was left? Ron stoically avoided being with her alone and rarely made the usual infuriating remarks that had aggravated her before, but now seemed almost sweet.
She undressed silently that night, not joining in the gossip of the other girls. She couldn't sleep and twisted a lot until her bed sheets were a mass of entwined fabric. Thoroughly put out, she pushed them away and grabbed her dressing gown. Maybe the warmth of the Common Room would help her get some sleep. She silently opened the door to the dormitory and made her way down the winding staircase.
She slumped down onto the sofa, before she realized that someone was already sitting there, "Ron!" she cried out, before clapping her hand on her mouth.
Ron looked up at her with an amused expression, "Nice greeting...your gown really suits your tone of your face..." he laughed
Hermione pressed her hands on her cheeks; she was dismayed to find them hot and probably very red - same as her dressing gown. Ron laughed again and gestured to the place next to him, "Have a seat"
Hermione started to hesitate, then noticed that Ron's expression darkened slightly, 'You're being silly' she chided herself mentally and sat down next to him. "Errr...so...have you seen Nappy since the last time we were here?" quickly reeling off the first topic that came to her head.
"Nope" Ron replied cheerfully, after he didn't offer a new topic and seemed happy to sit in silence with her, Hermione kept quiet. She was scared that she'd feel the tension building up around them but surprisingly, it didn't. Maybe because she now knew that Ron wouldn't do anything, but the knowledge filled her with sadness now...why had she been so stupid?
Ron started the conversation now, "Hey, I didn't thank you for the birthday present, it was really great...Fred and George are bloody jealous." He laughed again. Hermione smiled, "No problem....I wasn't really sure on what to get you...but I'm glad you liked it, I suppose it fitted OK?"
"Yeah it did, let me show you..." Before Hermione could stop him, he ran up the stairs to the Boy's Dormitory and after a few minutes ran down again, dressed in the shocking orange robes, which clashed with his hair. Hermione laughed at his boyish happiness and clapped softly, "You look great!" she exclaimed. He had left he buttons undone and a 6-pack peeked out at her. She had to admit, Ron had grown considerably since she had first met him...he was also handsome, the shock of floppy, red hair and his infectious grin made her heart flutter.
She shook herself as she noticed Ron looking at her strangely. She clapped a bit louder to make up for her lapse from reality. He grinned at her, and put his hands in his pocket and posed. Hermione laughed again.
His expression changed, he fumbled in the pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out and read aloud: "...to conclude this experiment, the best way to prepare this potion is to cook it over a low heat..." they both started laughing when they realized that it was a page of Hermione's Potions homework. But he suddenly stopped as he inspected the page, near the edges. Hermione's heart dropped as she remembered her earlier doodling, she didn't know whether to cry or run...so she just sat there, silent.
Ron's expression was hard to read as he held up the page, even at that distance, Hermione could clearly see the curricles of his name, entwined in little hearts. She looked stricken...until Ron pulled her up, off the sofa.
She hung her head, "Hermione..." Ron whispered gently, "I don't know what to say...I - you...after all that - you did." She nodded, still fascinated by the floor. Ron would hate her, she knew it. She had played games with him and now she'd lose his friendship and his love.
Ron let her go and stepped back...she was forced to take her eyes of the floor so she could see what was going on...Ron had probably left, disgusted with her. Her eyes grew wide as Ron stood in front of her, arms open. She knew she wasn't making a mistake when she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, she burst into tears.
After a while, Ron pulled her off gently and took her face in his hands, she was still sniffling a bit. Ron shook his head at her distress and wiped away her tears. Hermione laughed a bit at her own stupidity, which was cut off when Ron bent his head and kissed her softly, her fingers lingered in his hair as she kissed him back. They stood like that for a while, the kiss getting more deeper and sweeter until...
"Hello Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, you too be having a boyfriend and a girlfriend! Just like Nappy!" announced a high-pitched voice happily.
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There, finished. I hope you all liked it. You know what? This is my first story that I've actually finished. Too bad my love life isn't this great...Happy reading; I'll start a new story if I come up with a decent plot. You can read my Princess Diaries Fics during the meanwhile. Luv- Gonnabe Writer