A/N- I'm back! Hey! It seems there is much demand for me to continue this
story! To tell the truth, the first time I read it, I thought it sucked! I
wrote it a month ago, and wasn't going to continue it after chapter three.
Then one day, my friend, Tina, read it and was like "OMG! YOU HAVE TO
CONTINUE!" When I got to chapter four or five, she goes "OH! YOU HAVE TO
PUT IT ON FF.NET!" So I did. More detail from now one (THANKS JESSICA)
Ok, I would also like to say thanks to all of my reviewers, CountessKathleen, Jessica, BuckNC, Hadley (prettysketchr@bellsouth.net), dracos angel, crazeecuteexo, Stargazer47909 (badlilangelus@yahoo.com), Siri Lupin. Thanks to all of you! Love Heather!
Hermione
Ron couldn't take his eyes off of me. I turned a corner and I thought he would have a heart attack. He would jump up like a gun had been shot, run up to me, and grab what ever he could see of me. Sometimes he would grab my hand, sometimes my upper arm, but most of the time he grabbed me around the waist. I kind of liked the way his warm arms would wrap around me. Heck, I loved it! Sometimes I'd snap up and run, just so he'd come after me. The only problem was, we could NEVER get alone! If I ran, Snape, McGonagall, Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean, and countless others would run after me too! Sometimes, for a couple seconds, I could get Ron alone in an empty corridor, the back of the library, or really late in the common room, but someone ALWAYS ended up coming in. I never could get a chance to tell Ron what I needed to!
One night I looked at him. We were in the common room. Harry and Ginny were making goo-goo faces at each other. I could feel heat. Anger. Hate. It slowly rose up into my chest. 'I don't love him!' I would tell myself. Then I'd look at Ron. I made him come up to me. As I saw his beautiful, freckled face approaching me, the heat turned into a brisk chill. The anger turned into happiness and the hate into love. He sat down beside me. He was happier than I ever saw him before.
"Ron, I can't be alone with you, so here we go. I . . . well, I still have feelings for Harry. I always will. Before I jumped, I thought, 'If Harry can't be mine, I don't want to live.'" Then I saw the look on Ron's face. He had become pale, and looked like someone had just set a bomb off in his stomach. "Well, then, as I was falling and you said what you said, all I could think was 'Oh shit.' Because I was so obsessed with Harry, I didn't realize what was right under my nose. It was so hard for me. I thought, 'Well, I'm about to die, I wish I could tell him something.'" He swallowed hard and looked at me.
"And, what would you have told me?" He asked, still pale.
"That, I love you too." The color slowly drained back into his face. His face became red, and he smiled.
"R-really?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded. Then he leaned forward and kissed me gently on my cheek.
Ok, I would also like to say thanks to all of my reviewers, CountessKathleen, Jessica, BuckNC, Hadley (prettysketchr@bellsouth.net), dracos angel, crazeecuteexo, Stargazer47909 (badlilangelus@yahoo.com), Siri Lupin. Thanks to all of you! Love Heather!
Hermione
Ron couldn't take his eyes off of me. I turned a corner and I thought he would have a heart attack. He would jump up like a gun had been shot, run up to me, and grab what ever he could see of me. Sometimes he would grab my hand, sometimes my upper arm, but most of the time he grabbed me around the waist. I kind of liked the way his warm arms would wrap around me. Heck, I loved it! Sometimes I'd snap up and run, just so he'd come after me. The only problem was, we could NEVER get alone! If I ran, Snape, McGonagall, Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna, Seamus, Dean, and countless others would run after me too! Sometimes, for a couple seconds, I could get Ron alone in an empty corridor, the back of the library, or really late in the common room, but someone ALWAYS ended up coming in. I never could get a chance to tell Ron what I needed to!
One night I looked at him. We were in the common room. Harry and Ginny were making goo-goo faces at each other. I could feel heat. Anger. Hate. It slowly rose up into my chest. 'I don't love him!' I would tell myself. Then I'd look at Ron. I made him come up to me. As I saw his beautiful, freckled face approaching me, the heat turned into a brisk chill. The anger turned into happiness and the hate into love. He sat down beside me. He was happier than I ever saw him before.
"Ron, I can't be alone with you, so here we go. I . . . well, I still have feelings for Harry. I always will. Before I jumped, I thought, 'If Harry can't be mine, I don't want to live.'" Then I saw the look on Ron's face. He had become pale, and looked like someone had just set a bomb off in his stomach. "Well, then, as I was falling and you said what you said, all I could think was 'Oh shit.' Because I was so obsessed with Harry, I didn't realize what was right under my nose. It was so hard for me. I thought, 'Well, I'm about to die, I wish I could tell him something.'" He swallowed hard and looked at me.
"And, what would you have told me?" He asked, still pale.
"That, I love you too." The color slowly drained back into his face. His face became red, and he smiled.
"R-really?" I looked deep into his eyes and nodded. Then he leaned forward and kissed me gently on my cheek.