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Potter books, just my plot that I created. Enjoy!
Sorry, this is a short chapter...but it's all I've got at the moment...hope you like it.
"'Mione. Oh, 'Mione. Time to wake up sleepyhead." Said an all too familiar voice, a voice that belonged to a certain red head.
"Just a few more minutes." Hermione mumbled into her pillow.
"Well I think you should wake up....NOW!!" And with that Ron leaped onto the bed and started to tickle her. Hermione burst into laughter; she was one of the most ticklish people ever.
"Ron, stop it!" she gasped in between giggles. "I can't breath. Oh God, you're going to get it." Hermione rolled off the bed and grabbed the pillow off Ginny's bed. She raised the pillow up above her head and swung it down into Ron's stomach, causing him to stumble backwards a bit.
"'Mione, I don't think that was a very good idea." Ron smirked at Hermione and grabbed the closest pillow to him. He hit her in the back of the knees, which made her fall onto her butt.
She got up and hit him in the head, and soon it kept going back and forth like this, until Hermione swung at his arm, but he grabbed the pillow before it hit him. Hermione fell backwards bringing Ron down with her.
He had landed right on top of her...feathers falling down all around them with the morning light shimmering off the tops of them. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest. Butterflies were fluttering all around her stomach. Her breathing increased with anticipation. Ron was searching her eyes, searching them for the love he felt for her, that maybe she felt the same way. Hermione could smell his minty breath, warm on her face. She saw him lift his hand and he brought it down to stroke her cheek. She smiled up at him as the sun bounced off her hair.
She looks like an angel, Ron thought to himself.
Hermione felt excited, and scared. She had never kissed anyone before, but she had no time to think as Ron slowly lowered his head until their lips finally met in a short, but incredible kiss.
Ron pulled away and opened his eyes. He looked expectantly at Hermione, but she didn't know what to do.
"I love you 'Mione. I always have."
Hermione was shocked, she was speechless. "Ron...I...uh...well...I...I just don't know if I feel that way about you." Did she just say that? Why did she do that? She felt so stupid. The hurt was showing clearly on his face. He picked himself up off of her and slipped out of the room to sulk in his own room.
"Ron, come back." She whispered to herself. Silent tears slid down her face. She had the chance, but she blew it. She hurt him; she knew she hurt him, worse than he'd ever been hurt before. She couldn't believe how she reacted. It scared her at first when he said that, but she knew she felt the same way.
She wanted to stay in that room all day, but she wasn't going to show any hints of what had just happened, no matter how much it tore her up inside. She took a shower in hopes of washing away the sickening feeling that was engulfing her, but she had no luck there. She put on her make-up in hopes of covering the ugliness of the lie she told Ron, no luck there either.
She finally went down the stairs, surprised to see that Ron was down there eating breakfast; although he was doing his best to ignore her, and soon left the table to go hang out with Harry. She grabbed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, and sat at the other end of the table with Ginny and Melanie.
"Morning 'Mione!" Said Ginny so brightly, that it almost startled Hermione.
"Morning Gin, morning Mel." She mumbled taking a bite of toast.
Ginny could tell that Hermione wasn't in such a good mood, and definitely knew Ron wasn't. She also knew why they were both acting this way. Extendable Ears do have their purposes. Ginny opened her mouth to say something about it, but decided she'd let whatever happened between Ron and Hermione happen by itself, the way it was meant to be. But she was also looking at the two most stubborn people she knew. She sighed and just ate her bacon.
"So, what are we doing today?" Said Hermione in the best cheerful voice that she could muster up at the moment.
"I thought that me, you, and Mellie would just go to the new mall that opened recently, you know, get some more clothes with the school year being a few months away. What do ya say?"
"I say, let's do it!" Hermione said this half-heartedly, she didn't really want to go, but she thought that the others might not recognize the sadness that was taking over her. But she wasn't fooling anyone.
"Actually, on second thought, let's just stay home and tan or something." Ginny felt bad for Hermione and just wanted her to feel better.
"Whatever you want Gin, it's your house."
So the girls spent the rest of the day tanning and reading, and just talking about nothing. They wanted Hermione to recover, and they knew it took time by herself.
Sorry, this is a short chapter...but it's all I've got at the moment...hope you like it.
"'Mione. Oh, 'Mione. Time to wake up sleepyhead." Said an all too familiar voice, a voice that belonged to a certain red head.
"Just a few more minutes." Hermione mumbled into her pillow.
"Well I think you should wake up....NOW!!" And with that Ron leaped onto the bed and started to tickle her. Hermione burst into laughter; she was one of the most ticklish people ever.
"Ron, stop it!" she gasped in between giggles. "I can't breath. Oh God, you're going to get it." Hermione rolled off the bed and grabbed the pillow off Ginny's bed. She raised the pillow up above her head and swung it down into Ron's stomach, causing him to stumble backwards a bit.
"'Mione, I don't think that was a very good idea." Ron smirked at Hermione and grabbed the closest pillow to him. He hit her in the back of the knees, which made her fall onto her butt.
She got up and hit him in the head, and soon it kept going back and forth like this, until Hermione swung at his arm, but he grabbed the pillow before it hit him. Hermione fell backwards bringing Ron down with her.
He had landed right on top of her...feathers falling down all around them with the morning light shimmering off the tops of them. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against her chest. Butterflies were fluttering all around her stomach. Her breathing increased with anticipation. Ron was searching her eyes, searching them for the love he felt for her, that maybe she felt the same way. Hermione could smell his minty breath, warm on her face. She saw him lift his hand and he brought it down to stroke her cheek. She smiled up at him as the sun bounced off her hair.
She looks like an angel, Ron thought to himself.
Hermione felt excited, and scared. She had never kissed anyone before, but she had no time to think as Ron slowly lowered his head until their lips finally met in a short, but incredible kiss.
Ron pulled away and opened his eyes. He looked expectantly at Hermione, but she didn't know what to do.
"I love you 'Mione. I always have."
Hermione was shocked, she was speechless. "Ron...I...uh...well...I...I just don't know if I feel that way about you." Did she just say that? Why did she do that? She felt so stupid. The hurt was showing clearly on his face. He picked himself up off of her and slipped out of the room to sulk in his own room.
"Ron, come back." She whispered to herself. Silent tears slid down her face. She had the chance, but she blew it. She hurt him; she knew she hurt him, worse than he'd ever been hurt before. She couldn't believe how she reacted. It scared her at first when he said that, but she knew she felt the same way.
She wanted to stay in that room all day, but she wasn't going to show any hints of what had just happened, no matter how much it tore her up inside. She took a shower in hopes of washing away the sickening feeling that was engulfing her, but she had no luck there. She put on her make-up in hopes of covering the ugliness of the lie she told Ron, no luck there either.
She finally went down the stairs, surprised to see that Ron was down there eating breakfast; although he was doing his best to ignore her, and soon left the table to go hang out with Harry. She grabbed a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast, and sat at the other end of the table with Ginny and Melanie.
"Morning 'Mione!" Said Ginny so brightly, that it almost startled Hermione.
"Morning Gin, morning Mel." She mumbled taking a bite of toast.
Ginny could tell that Hermione wasn't in such a good mood, and definitely knew Ron wasn't. She also knew why they were both acting this way. Extendable Ears do have their purposes. Ginny opened her mouth to say something about it, but decided she'd let whatever happened between Ron and Hermione happen by itself, the way it was meant to be. But she was also looking at the two most stubborn people she knew. She sighed and just ate her bacon.
"So, what are we doing today?" Said Hermione in the best cheerful voice that she could muster up at the moment.
"I thought that me, you, and Mellie would just go to the new mall that opened recently, you know, get some more clothes with the school year being a few months away. What do ya say?"
"I say, let's do it!" Hermione said this half-heartedly, she didn't really want to go, but she thought that the others might not recognize the sadness that was taking over her. But she wasn't fooling anyone.
"Actually, on second thought, let's just stay home and tan or something." Ginny felt bad for Hermione and just wanted her to feel better.
"Whatever you want Gin, it's your house."
So the girls spent the rest of the day tanning and reading, and just talking about nothing. They wanted Hermione to recover, and they knew it took time by herself.
