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Potter books, just my plot that I created. Enjoy!
The end of summer was drawing nearer and nearer, and still Hermione and Ron were carefully avoiding each other. It was hard on them both, since they loved each other, but Hermione was too ashamed of herself to speak to Ron.
One day, when everyone was gone, or so she thought, Hermione put on her bikini and lay out in the backyard to tan, read, and just relax. She was getting really into her book when she heard the rustling of feet, of someone trying to sneak by. Hermione lowered her book, and saw Ron trying to sneak away.
"Hey." Said Hermione.
"Hey." Ron said this looking at the ground; he couldn't bear to look into her eyes.
"Soooo.....yeah." Hermione knew she had to tell him the truth...it was now, or never. Now seemed like a better time to her. Ron was reaching for the doorknob so he could get into the house. Hermione stood up.
"Wait! I have to tell you something." Ron lowered his hand and slowly turned to face Hermione, looking into her eyes for the first time in almost a month. "I know I caused you a lot of pain, but just listen to me. I lied. Ron..." she took a deep breath and waited several seconds. Ron looked like maybe she was going to say that she hated him, he was almost cowering away from her.
"The truth is....I love you too." Hermione was relieved to have said that. She saw Ron's face brighten, the love returning to his eyes. He was in complete shock. He was staring at her in a completely blissful daze.
"OK, you can say something anytime now. This is kind of awkward for me." Said Hermione, maybe he didn't love her anymore, she started to turn to leave, but she felt a strong, but gentle hand grab her arm and turn her around. She was looking straight into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen.
"'Mione, I love you. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" Ron shouted into the sky, causing a few birds to fly away, and startling a group of gnomes into ducking for cover.
Hermione pressed her finger against Ron's lips, laughing. His face suddenly got very serious as he gazed into Hermione's eyes. He pulled her up against him; he tilted her chin up and brought his face closer to hers, until their lips met. Hermione was in heaven as they shared a very deep and passionate kiss, deepening it more and more. Hermione melted into him; she was barely able to keep herself standing. She slowly pulled away and looked up at Ron.
"I'm happy. More than happy, but there are no words to describe how I feel right now."
"I feel the exact same way." And they shared another kiss, briefer than the last, but not any less meaningful.
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"I don't think anyone should know about this right now. Especially our parents, I don't think mine would approve of me staying in the same house with my boyfriend, and same with your parents. Let's wait till we start school to bring this out into the open. It might make your sister grossed out and Harry feel a bit odd being the third wheel. We just need to figure out a good way to break it to them." Hermione and Ron were lying on the grass and Hermione had her head lying on Ron's chest. She looked up at him to see his reaction.
"I was thinking the same thing." Ron smiled down at Hermione, understanding her need to keep it private at the moment. "Hey, on a different note, when am I going to start giving you flying lessons?"
"How about....now?" Everyone else wouldn't be home for a while, they had all gone supply shopping, Hermione said she would go by herself sometime, so she stayed behind, and obviously Ron had done the same thing.
"Fine by me. But I'm thinking you may want to slip into something more comfortable...just a suggestion...but I wouldn't mind you wearing that, it's just fine by me." Ron looked at her, laughing, but admiring her just perfect body in the bikini she was in.
"Ron." She hit him playfully on the arm, as she laughed also.
She threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, put her hair up to avoid it whipping into her face, and grabbed her Firebolt. She appeared in the backyard to a waiting Ron. He had his own broom with him now.
"Shall we begin m'lady?"
"Of course dear prince, I'm ready when you are."
"Well first, like we learned first year, you have to say up. But lay your broom on the ground first."
Hermione and Ron both put their brooms down. Ron said up and his broom came without a problem. Hermione on the other hand, well she was having a bit of a problem.
"Up. Up up up. Up you stupid thing. UP!! Uppity up up uppers. Come on, you can do it little guy, just come up. Up up up up up up up up up up UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP!!!!" Hermione was getting very frustrated with her broom and a small vein was appearing in her forehead.
"Whoa. 'Mione, calm down, just calm down a bit. You have to be a little easier on it. Now say it more calmly." Ron was being very patient with her and Hermione appreciated it a lot.
"Up!" And with that the broom lifted right into Hermione's outstretched hand. She grinned broadly, obviously pleased with yourself.
"Ok, good, now, just mount the broom..." Hermione couldn't help it, she had to laugh at that, but suddenly she just couldn't stop.
"Hermione, don't be some immature." Said Ron, yet he started laughing uncontrollably himself, until they were both bent over on the ground laughing, unable to stop themselves. They hugged each other as tears streamed down their face from all the laughing. Finally after a few minutes, Hermione got herself settled down and stood up wiping the grass from her clothes. Ron stopped laughing shortly after and stood up.
"Well, shall we mount?" Said Hermione grinning a bit.
She got her broom up this time without a problem and got onto it.
"Now just gently kick off the ground and keep steady." Hermione pushed off the ground and was suspended about six feet above the ground. Ron floated up beside her.
"Ron, I'm doing it. I'm actually doing it." Hermione was looking at Ron and couldn't help herself from smiling and getting excited. Too excited. Suddenly her broom flipped and dumped her on the ground as she had the air knocked out of her. Her broom fell down beside her. She couldn't make a noise and she tried to breath, but it was impossible. Ron immediately came down and started rubbing her back and trying to help her. Finally she regained her ability to breath and took in large amounts of air as she breathed heavily.
"Maybe we should continue tomorrow." Ron said this in a way that showed he cared for her and didn't want her to get hurt anymore.
"Sure, yeah, that would be good."
With that they picked up their brooms and went to check the "clock" in the living room. It said that everyone was almost home. So they turned to each other and made sure they knew to act like none of this had happened, except that they had made up with each other. Ron gave Hermione a quick kiss on the lips and they both departed to their separate rooms to pretend that nothing had happened while everyone was out.
The end of summer was drawing nearer and nearer, and still Hermione and Ron were carefully avoiding each other. It was hard on them both, since they loved each other, but Hermione was too ashamed of herself to speak to Ron.
One day, when everyone was gone, or so she thought, Hermione put on her bikini and lay out in the backyard to tan, read, and just relax. She was getting really into her book when she heard the rustling of feet, of someone trying to sneak by. Hermione lowered her book, and saw Ron trying to sneak away.
"Hey." Said Hermione.
"Hey." Ron said this looking at the ground; he couldn't bear to look into her eyes.
"Soooo.....yeah." Hermione knew she had to tell him the truth...it was now, or never. Now seemed like a better time to her. Ron was reaching for the doorknob so he could get into the house. Hermione stood up.
"Wait! I have to tell you something." Ron lowered his hand and slowly turned to face Hermione, looking into her eyes for the first time in almost a month. "I know I caused you a lot of pain, but just listen to me. I lied. Ron..." she took a deep breath and waited several seconds. Ron looked like maybe she was going to say that she hated him, he was almost cowering away from her.
"The truth is....I love you too." Hermione was relieved to have said that. She saw Ron's face brighten, the love returning to his eyes. He was in complete shock. He was staring at her in a completely blissful daze.
"OK, you can say something anytime now. This is kind of awkward for me." Said Hermione, maybe he didn't love her anymore, she started to turn to leave, but she felt a strong, but gentle hand grab her arm and turn her around. She was looking straight into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen.
"'Mione, I love you. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!" Ron shouted into the sky, causing a few birds to fly away, and startling a group of gnomes into ducking for cover.
Hermione pressed her finger against Ron's lips, laughing. His face suddenly got very serious as he gazed into Hermione's eyes. He pulled her up against him; he tilted her chin up and brought his face closer to hers, until their lips met. Hermione was in heaven as they shared a very deep and passionate kiss, deepening it more and more. Hermione melted into him; she was barely able to keep herself standing. She slowly pulled away and looked up at Ron.
"I'm happy. More than happy, but there are no words to describe how I feel right now."
"I feel the exact same way." And they shared another kiss, briefer than the last, but not any less meaningful.
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"I don't think anyone should know about this right now. Especially our parents, I don't think mine would approve of me staying in the same house with my boyfriend, and same with your parents. Let's wait till we start school to bring this out into the open. It might make your sister grossed out and Harry feel a bit odd being the third wheel. We just need to figure out a good way to break it to them." Hermione and Ron were lying on the grass and Hermione had her head lying on Ron's chest. She looked up at him to see his reaction.
"I was thinking the same thing." Ron smiled down at Hermione, understanding her need to keep it private at the moment. "Hey, on a different note, when am I going to start giving you flying lessons?"
"How about....now?" Everyone else wouldn't be home for a while, they had all gone supply shopping, Hermione said she would go by herself sometime, so she stayed behind, and obviously Ron had done the same thing.
"Fine by me. But I'm thinking you may want to slip into something more comfortable...just a suggestion...but I wouldn't mind you wearing that, it's just fine by me." Ron looked at her, laughing, but admiring her just perfect body in the bikini she was in.
"Ron." She hit him playfully on the arm, as she laughed also.
She threw on some shorts and a t-shirt, put her hair up to avoid it whipping into her face, and grabbed her Firebolt. She appeared in the backyard to a waiting Ron. He had his own broom with him now.
"Shall we begin m'lady?"
"Of course dear prince, I'm ready when you are."
"Well first, like we learned first year, you have to say up. But lay your broom on the ground first."
Hermione and Ron both put their brooms down. Ron said up and his broom came without a problem. Hermione on the other hand, well she was having a bit of a problem.
"Up. Up up up. Up you stupid thing. UP!! Uppity up up uppers. Come on, you can do it little guy, just come up. Up up up up up up up up up up UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP UP!!!!" Hermione was getting very frustrated with her broom and a small vein was appearing in her forehead.
"Whoa. 'Mione, calm down, just calm down a bit. You have to be a little easier on it. Now say it more calmly." Ron was being very patient with her and Hermione appreciated it a lot.
"Up!" And with that the broom lifted right into Hermione's outstretched hand. She grinned broadly, obviously pleased with yourself.
"Ok, good, now, just mount the broom..." Hermione couldn't help it, she had to laugh at that, but suddenly she just couldn't stop.
"Hermione, don't be some immature." Said Ron, yet he started laughing uncontrollably himself, until they were both bent over on the ground laughing, unable to stop themselves. They hugged each other as tears streamed down their face from all the laughing. Finally after a few minutes, Hermione got herself settled down and stood up wiping the grass from her clothes. Ron stopped laughing shortly after and stood up.
"Well, shall we mount?" Said Hermione grinning a bit.
She got her broom up this time without a problem and got onto it.
"Now just gently kick off the ground and keep steady." Hermione pushed off the ground and was suspended about six feet above the ground. Ron floated up beside her.
"Ron, I'm doing it. I'm actually doing it." Hermione was looking at Ron and couldn't help herself from smiling and getting excited. Too excited. Suddenly her broom flipped and dumped her on the ground as she had the air knocked out of her. Her broom fell down beside her. She couldn't make a noise and she tried to breath, but it was impossible. Ron immediately came down and started rubbing her back and trying to help her. Finally she regained her ability to breath and took in large amounts of air as she breathed heavily.
"Maybe we should continue tomorrow." Ron said this in a way that showed he cared for her and didn't want her to get hurt anymore.
"Sure, yeah, that would be good."
With that they picked up their brooms and went to check the "clock" in the living room. It said that everyone was almost home. So they turned to each other and made sure they knew to act like none of this had happened, except that they had made up with each other. Ron gave Hermione a quick kiss on the lips and they both departed to their separate rooms to pretend that nothing had happened while everyone was out.
