A/N…back from vacation…hope ya'll didn't miss me! But…no one sent me any reviews…*sniff*…oh well, im not gonna wait for any, I wrote a bunch while I was riding down in the car…hope you like it! Oh yea…its really fluffy! Hehe! And I might have to up the rating in a few chapters, but I dunno! Well newayz….this chapter is different…I figured that I might as well let you all know what happened at the Inn with Ron and Hermione! Onto the story!
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, everything belongs to the almighty and powerful JK Rowling…thanks JK!
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"Bloody cold out here isn't it?" Ron said, running his hands up and down his arms and shivering.
They had been walking around the village for about two house after they had parted from Ginny and Harry. The wind had picked up and it started to snow.
"Yeah, I guess it is a bit nippy out here isn't it?" She laughed, smiling at him. Her cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold wind.
"Well, where do you want to go then?" He asked, glancing down the deserted street, squinting his eyes against the wind. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, hoping for warmth and hoping that he was warming her as well.
"No clue, what about the Three Broomsticks? I could go for a warm butterbeer to thaw me out!" She giggled again.
Ron spotted a sign up the street that sent his head spinning and his heart racing. He thought for a moment, considering what she might do if he took her there. He took the risk and turned to her.
"I know exactly where to go, follow me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the street, his heart racing faster with every step. He walked in, glad to be away from the cold. Hermione stood in awe, looking at her surroundings.
He went up to the desk and asked the witch how much it was hourly, she replied in a hasty manner, "10 galleons per hour." She glanced at his cloak where the Hogwarts crest was embroidered, but didn't say anything. He paid the witch 50 galleons and took Hermione's hand, not sure if she would follow him or slap him. Against her better judgment she followed him up the stairs to their room.
Their room was small, but good enough for Ron. There was a king sized bed, full bathroom, and a fireplace with two chairs in front of it. He took off his cloak and hung it on the rack by the door as she had done then sat in one of the chairs by the fire. She lit the fire with her wand and, instead of taking the other chair strolled over and sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck.
"Well this is much warmer isn't it?" He chuckled staring into her honey brown eyes, she smiled.
"Much." The Gryffindor giggled, squirming closer to him.
He couldn't take it anymore, and pulled her head toward his, his fingers playing with her soft brown curls. He kissed her deeply, more deeply than he had ever kissed anyone before.
She pulled away from him, almost gasping for breath. "Merlin, Ron…" she whispered, smiling.
He hooked his arm under her legs and stood from the chair, she shrieked with glee as she was carried across the room to the bed. He laid her down on the satin bed cover and she looked up at him with mixed feelings, raising her eyebrows.
He smiled and removed his robes, and tie, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders. Then he kicked off his shoes and climbed on the bed next to her. She sat up and did the same, removing her robes, tie and shoes, but leaving her shirt on. She laid back on the bed and faced him again.
Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled widely. His heart was beating so hard and fast that he was sure she could hear it just laying next to him. He pulled her toward him for another kiss, this one more passionate and head spinning than the first.
When they broke apart, it wasn't fast and gasping, but sweet and tender. She buried her face into his chest and snuggled up against him, her hair tickling his nose. He chuckled, noticing that she smelled of strawberries.
She laid on her back again and he sat up leaning over her and brushing a few loose strands of curls from her face.
"Your beautiful." He whispered.
She smiled sweetly, not saying a word. He kissed her softly again, moving his lips down to the curve of her neck, a small sigh escaped her lips. He stopped when she did this and looked at her. He reached for her shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons, then unbuttoned them from the bottom up, leaving the third one down buttoned to preserve her modesty.
"Ron…" She began.
"Shhh…." He hushed her, placing a finger to her lips. "I want to remember you just the way you are, you look like an angel, my angel."
She ran her hands up his now bare chest, feeling a shiver run up his spine. He looked so perfect, everything seemed so perfect, but she knew this wasn't right.
He reached to unbutton the last button on her shirt but a shaking hand stopped him, he looked down at her face, a tear was glimmering in her eye.
"Ron, we are rushing into things, I want to wait, I don't want it to be like this."
He looked at her and could see the seriousness in her eyes. She was right, they were rushing into things, but everything had felt so right, he couldn't help himself.
"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry, Hermione. I rushed into things, I shouldn't have brought you here." He frowned and looked away from her.
"Oh Ron, no! I'm glad we came here, it made me realize how much I really do…" She paused.
"You really do what?" He asked her curiously, even though he knew what she was about to say.
"I love you." She whispered, afraid her voice may falter if she said it any louder.
"I love you too Hermione, I love you too."
He kissed her again, shorter this time but with just as much meaning as the others if not more. They laid on the bed and just held each other talking about whatever came to mind.
They had been silent for a few minutes when Ron whispered into her ear, "I never want to let go of you." He squeezed her tighter and closer to him.
"Don't." She replied simply.
He held her close and closed his eyes, wishing that this day would never end, but eventually it did and he and Hermione regained their composure and walked back down the street to meet up with Harry and Ginny. After they had put all their clothes on he walked up behind her and turned her around gently.
"I love you Hermione Granger, and don't you ever ever forget that."
"I love you too Ron Weasly, and I promise I won't if you won't."
They kissed again, softly then took each other's hands and walked to meet up with Harry and Ginny. Ron's head was still spinning and his heart was still racing when they met them.
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A/N FLUFFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope everyone loved it! PLEASE REVIEW…my mailbox is getting lonely! *sniff*
Love and Fluff!
Natalie
Disclaimer: nothing is mine, everything belongs to the almighty and powerful JK Rowling…thanks JK!
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"Bloody cold out here isn't it?" Ron said, running his hands up and down his arms and shivering.
They had been walking around the village for about two house after they had parted from Ginny and Harry. The wind had picked up and it started to snow.
"Yeah, I guess it is a bit nippy out here isn't it?" She laughed, smiling at him. Her cheeks and nose were bright red from the cold wind.
"Well, where do you want to go then?" He asked, glancing down the deserted street, squinting his eyes against the wind. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her, hoping for warmth and hoping that he was warming her as well.
"No clue, what about the Three Broomsticks? I could go for a warm butterbeer to thaw me out!" She giggled again.
Ron spotted a sign up the street that sent his head spinning and his heart racing. He thought for a moment, considering what she might do if he took her there. He took the risk and turned to her.
"I know exactly where to go, follow me." He grabbed her hand and pulled her up the street, his heart racing faster with every step. He walked in, glad to be away from the cold. Hermione stood in awe, looking at her surroundings.
He went up to the desk and asked the witch how much it was hourly, she replied in a hasty manner, "10 galleons per hour." She glanced at his cloak where the Hogwarts crest was embroidered, but didn't say anything. He paid the witch 50 galleons and took Hermione's hand, not sure if she would follow him or slap him. Against her better judgment she followed him up the stairs to their room.
Their room was small, but good enough for Ron. There was a king sized bed, full bathroom, and a fireplace with two chairs in front of it. He took off his cloak and hung it on the rack by the door as she had done then sat in one of the chairs by the fire. She lit the fire with her wand and, instead of taking the other chair strolled over and sat on his lap, putting her arms around his neck.
"Well this is much warmer isn't it?" He chuckled staring into her honey brown eyes, she smiled.
"Much." The Gryffindor giggled, squirming closer to him.
He couldn't take it anymore, and pulled her head toward his, his fingers playing with her soft brown curls. He kissed her deeply, more deeply than he had ever kissed anyone before.
She pulled away from him, almost gasping for breath. "Merlin, Ron…" she whispered, smiling.
He hooked his arm under her legs and stood from the chair, she shrieked with glee as she was carried across the room to the bed. He laid her down on the satin bed cover and she looked up at him with mixed feelings, raising her eyebrows.
He smiled and removed his robes, and tie, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders. Then he kicked off his shoes and climbed on the bed next to her. She sat up and did the same, removing her robes, tie and shoes, but leaving her shirt on. She laid back on the bed and faced him again.
Running his fingers through her hair, he smiled widely. His heart was beating so hard and fast that he was sure she could hear it just laying next to him. He pulled her toward him for another kiss, this one more passionate and head spinning than the first.
When they broke apart, it wasn't fast and gasping, but sweet and tender. She buried her face into his chest and snuggled up against him, her hair tickling his nose. He chuckled, noticing that she smelled of strawberries.
She laid on her back again and he sat up leaning over her and brushing a few loose strands of curls from her face.
"Your beautiful." He whispered.
She smiled sweetly, not saying a word. He kissed her softly again, moving his lips down to the curve of her neck, a small sigh escaped her lips. He stopped when she did this and looked at her. He reached for her shirt and unbuttoned the top two buttons, then unbuttoned them from the bottom up, leaving the third one down buttoned to preserve her modesty.
"Ron…" She began.
"Shhh…." He hushed her, placing a finger to her lips. "I want to remember you just the way you are, you look like an angel, my angel."
She ran her hands up his now bare chest, feeling a shiver run up his spine. He looked so perfect, everything seemed so perfect, but she knew this wasn't right.
He reached to unbutton the last button on her shirt but a shaking hand stopped him, he looked down at her face, a tear was glimmering in her eye.
"Ron, we are rushing into things, I want to wait, I don't want it to be like this."
He looked at her and could see the seriousness in her eyes. She was right, they were rushing into things, but everything had felt so right, he couldn't help himself.
"Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry, Hermione. I rushed into things, I shouldn't have brought you here." He frowned and looked away from her.
"Oh Ron, no! I'm glad we came here, it made me realize how much I really do…" She paused.
"You really do what?" He asked her curiously, even though he knew what she was about to say.
"I love you." She whispered, afraid her voice may falter if she said it any louder.
"I love you too Hermione, I love you too."
He kissed her again, shorter this time but with just as much meaning as the others if not more. They laid on the bed and just held each other talking about whatever came to mind.
They had been silent for a few minutes when Ron whispered into her ear, "I never want to let go of you." He squeezed her tighter and closer to him.
"Don't." She replied simply.
He held her close and closed his eyes, wishing that this day would never end, but eventually it did and he and Hermione regained their composure and walked back down the street to meet up with Harry and Ginny. After they had put all their clothes on he walked up behind her and turned her around gently.
"I love you Hermione Granger, and don't you ever ever forget that."
"I love you too Ron Weasly, and I promise I won't if you won't."
They kissed again, softly then took each other's hands and walked to meet up with Harry and Ginny. Ron's head was still spinning and his heart was still racing when they met them.
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A/N FLUFFY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope everyone loved it! PLEASE REVIEW…my mailbox is getting lonely! *sniff*
Love and Fluff!
Natalie