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A Matter Of Time
Chapter Two
Ron waited with baited breath as the door to the girls' dormitory opened. He could hear her voice, see a lock of her brown hair through the doorway. Hermione appeared at the top of the stairs. The silvery robes she was wearing swished as she descended the staircase, her cheeks graced with a soft flush.
When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he could see that her warm chocolate eyes sparkled with some sort of happiness - and perhaps a glimpse of anticipation?
"Well, should we go?" Harry's voice cut through Ron's reverie. Ron nodded wordlessly and took Hermione's warm hand. He vaguely wondered why Harry was looking at Ginny like that. Mentally shrugging, Ron gently led Hermione through the portrait hole and down the flights of stairs. As the two entered the Great Hall, Ron acknowledged the fact that there was mistletoe above his head in the doorway. He gulped and looked at Hermione. She was wildly blushing and trying not to look at him.
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity (but in fact was only a couple of seconds), Hermione gave him a quick peck on the cheek and stepped out from under the doorway. Ron quickly decided that this would be the best thing to do, as he could see Malfoy approaching. Hermione guided the (pretty much) disorientated male over to one of the tables. She sat down next to Ginny and looked up at Ron. He fidgeted for a second.
"Er," he said nervously, "I guess I'll, um, go get us some drinks." Hermione smiled at him and he disappeared through the couples milling around.
"Why do you even like my brother, anyway?" Ginny asked Hermione. "It's not like he's dashingly handsome or a total romantic."
Hermione shrugged. "I like him because... he's, well...Ron."
"But still," Ginny persisted. "Come on!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "If you want to know why I spent six hours just to get my robes on and make my hair stay in place," Hermione pointed at her brown hair that already seemed to be trying to get out of its tight French bun, "I should ask you why you like Harry. It's not like ihe's/i dashingly handsome or a total romantic."
Ginny blushed and pressed the matter no further.
*~*~*~
Harry grinned at Ron next to him filling two goblets.
"You all right, mate?" Harry asked Ron.
Ron gulped. "I have absolutely no bloody idea what to do, Harry! I mean, she's over there, looking as perfect as - as - well, as perfect as she always is, and look at me!"
He gestured violently at himself.
Harry frowned. "No, I meant - oh, never mind, Ron."
"What?" Ron persisted.
Harry proceeded to shake his head.
Ron, finally pulled out of his trance, suddenly looked at Harry. "By the way, what's with you and Ginny?" Ron asked suspiciously. "You keep on looking at her funny."
Harry swallowed and dashed through the crowd.
"Note to self," Ron muttered to himself as he tried to follow Harry without spilling the pumpkin juice over his robes, "Kill Harry after he kills You-Know-Who."
*~*~*~
Ron finally caught up to Harry. "When - did you - learn - to run - like - that?" he wheezed, dropping down on a chair.
Harry grimly answered, "When I was late to Occulumency with Snape."
Ron handed Hermione one of the goblets he had. She smiled her thanks and sipped a bit. Ron again noticed Harry glancing at Ginny and cursed out loud. Hermione looked shocked.
"Ron! Don't swear!"
A shadow fell over Harry. The four of them looked up.
"Yes, iWeasel/i, don't swear, it might hurt the little Mudblood's ears." Draco Malfoy sneered. On his arm was, once again, Pansy Parkinson, in bright hues of clashing flourescent pink and green.
Ron grabbed his wand and stood up. "Look who's talking," he retorted angrily, his ears turning a deep red, "It must be the first time anyone has taken a living Hippogriff dropping to a school dance!"
Malfoy muttered through clenched teeth, "Don't you dare insult my date, Weasel! She must be at least a dozen times prettier than ithat/i Mudblood."
Ginny and Harry watched Ron in anticipation for what would come next. Quick as lightning, Ron threw a perfect left hook at Malfoy's nose. Pansy squeaked as she saw the blood flowing out of Malfoy's mangled nose and ushered a shocked Malfoy out of the Great Hall.
Harry struggled to keep Ron from running after Malfoy and punching him again. "No one - insult - go get him - Hermione - no -"
Hermione sighed. "Calm idown/i Ron." she ordered, "Oh, I do wish he'd stop trying to defend me; I've got perfectly fine means of defense myself." she added, sounding annoyed.
Ron finally stopped struggling. He heavily sat down on a chair and scowled angrily. "That little- ," he muttered under his breath. "I could just take his puny neck in my hands and squeeze-"
Quietly, Ron continued muttering murder plans for Malfoy, oblivious of Harry and Ginny getting up to dance to a slow song.
*~*~*~
When Ron stopped scheming (he had came to the conclusion that all of his plans were, in fact, quite gory and would have been difficult to carry out without knowledge of the 44.5 mm gun) he was looking into Ginny's annoyed face opposite him.
"Oh, Ron, you're such an iidiot!/i" Ginny groaned.
Ron was a bit startled at this comment, but defensively replied, "No I'm not!"
Ginny released a string of curses that would have made Mrs. Weasley disown the offender. Ron gaped at her.
"Where did you learn ithose/i?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's not the point," she said, "The point iis/i, you're so thick you don't even realise the girl that's always in front of you likes you!"
Ron blinked. "Of course you like me, you're my sister." Ron said, confused.
Ginny let out a strange noise between a scream and a groan. "iHermione/i, you thick-headed dimwit!" she berated him.
Ron gaped, resuming the state of a goldfish for a while.
"Yes, Hermione." Ginny said angrily. "Just because you're so... iinvolved/i with the fact Harry and I-"
Ron growled. "So you two ARE together!"
Ginny shot him a dirty look. "As I was isaying/i, just because you're so involved with the fact that Harry and I are going through an emotional state of our lives-" she said, but was cut off by Ron.
"You're PREGNANT!? I'm going to kill that-"
"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!" Ginny screamed. The pair received a flurry of strange looks and edging-aways from other people.
"What?" Ron groaned, sounding angry.
"I'm inot/i pregnant, we're not even itogether/i! Anyway, just because you're so involved with the fact that Harry and I are going through an emotional state of our lives, you're blind to the iobvious/i piece of information which is that Hermione honestly likes you! You are a self - absorbed prat, did you know that?" Ginny half - yelled, half - whispered to him, and, to add to the emphasis, she stood up and flounced away.
Ron sat there, stunned.
*~*~*~
Hermione came back after quite a stretch of time, looking a little cranky.
"Er. Hello." Ron managed to utter.
Hermione stared at him strangely, and he had a sudden urge to slip that strand of hair which was hanging down in front of her face back over her ear.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked him.
Ron croaked a "yes" and the impulse was too great. His hand, out of its own will, jerked up. Halfway through the move, Ron tried to stop himself. The result?
Hermione yelped as Ron slapped her across the cheek. She leaned backwards, lost her balance, and fell off the bench.
Ron's eyes widened, and in a second, he was helping her up.
"I'm - I'm so sorry Hermione - it just - your hair..." He trailed off and focused his attention on Hermione.
"Are you all right??" Ron asked anxiously.
Hermione looked at him. "I'm fine." she murmured, and a smile slowly spread across her face. "What were you saying about my hair?" she said, grinning.
Ron stammered, "It - it just - "
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Itwashanginoffthesideofyourfaceanditmademewanttoputitbackbehindyourear." Ron babbled.
Hermione, ever talented with translation, laughed.
Ron looked ashamed.
"Oh, you - " Hermione started.
She didn't finish her sentence.
Ron had just kissed her, and she didn't even mind his strange habits, or how they argued every day - nothing else mattered.
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*drumroll*
So that's the end of my first ever fic on Checkmated!...
Thanks to Tosca, my beta and to all my reviewers... : D
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*Lethifold eats me*
A Matter Of Time
Chapter Two
Ron waited with baited breath as the door to the girls' dormitory opened. He could hear her voice, see a lock of her brown hair through the doorway. Hermione appeared at the top of the stairs. The silvery robes she was wearing swished as she descended the staircase, her cheeks graced with a soft flush.
When she arrived at the bottom of the stairs, he could see that her warm chocolate eyes sparkled with some sort of happiness - and perhaps a glimpse of anticipation?
"Well, should we go?" Harry's voice cut through Ron's reverie. Ron nodded wordlessly and took Hermione's warm hand. He vaguely wondered why Harry was looking at Ginny like that. Mentally shrugging, Ron gently led Hermione through the portrait hole and down the flights of stairs. As the two entered the Great Hall, Ron acknowledged the fact that there was mistletoe above his head in the doorway. He gulped and looked at Hermione. She was wildly blushing and trying not to look at him.
Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity (but in fact was only a couple of seconds), Hermione gave him a quick peck on the cheek and stepped out from under the doorway. Ron quickly decided that this would be the best thing to do, as he could see Malfoy approaching. Hermione guided the (pretty much) disorientated male over to one of the tables. She sat down next to Ginny and looked up at Ron. He fidgeted for a second.
"Er," he said nervously, "I guess I'll, um, go get us some drinks." Hermione smiled at him and he disappeared through the couples milling around.
"Why do you even like my brother, anyway?" Ginny asked Hermione. "It's not like he's dashingly handsome or a total romantic."
Hermione shrugged. "I like him because... he's, well...Ron."
"But still," Ginny persisted. "Come on!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "If you want to know why I spent six hours just to get my robes on and make my hair stay in place," Hermione pointed at her brown hair that already seemed to be trying to get out of its tight French bun, "I should ask you why you like Harry. It's not like ihe's/i dashingly handsome or a total romantic."
Ginny blushed and pressed the matter no further.
*~*~*~
Harry grinned at Ron next to him filling two goblets.
"You all right, mate?" Harry asked Ron.
Ron gulped. "I have absolutely no bloody idea what to do, Harry! I mean, she's over there, looking as perfect as - as - well, as perfect as she always is, and look at me!"
He gestured violently at himself.
Harry frowned. "No, I meant - oh, never mind, Ron."
"What?" Ron persisted.
Harry proceeded to shake his head.
Ron, finally pulled out of his trance, suddenly looked at Harry. "By the way, what's with you and Ginny?" Ron asked suspiciously. "You keep on looking at her funny."
Harry swallowed and dashed through the crowd.
"Note to self," Ron muttered to himself as he tried to follow Harry without spilling the pumpkin juice over his robes, "Kill Harry after he kills You-Know-Who."
*~*~*~
Ron finally caught up to Harry. "When - did you - learn - to run - like - that?" he wheezed, dropping down on a chair.
Harry grimly answered, "When I was late to Occulumency with Snape."
Ron handed Hermione one of the goblets he had. She smiled her thanks and sipped a bit. Ron again noticed Harry glancing at Ginny and cursed out loud. Hermione looked shocked.
"Ron! Don't swear!"
A shadow fell over Harry. The four of them looked up.
"Yes, iWeasel/i, don't swear, it might hurt the little Mudblood's ears." Draco Malfoy sneered. On his arm was, once again, Pansy Parkinson, in bright hues of clashing flourescent pink and green.
Ron grabbed his wand and stood up. "Look who's talking," he retorted angrily, his ears turning a deep red, "It must be the first time anyone has taken a living Hippogriff dropping to a school dance!"
Malfoy muttered through clenched teeth, "Don't you dare insult my date, Weasel! She must be at least a dozen times prettier than ithat/i Mudblood."
Ginny and Harry watched Ron in anticipation for what would come next. Quick as lightning, Ron threw a perfect left hook at Malfoy's nose. Pansy squeaked as she saw the blood flowing out of Malfoy's mangled nose and ushered a shocked Malfoy out of the Great Hall.
Harry struggled to keep Ron from running after Malfoy and punching him again. "No one - insult - go get him - Hermione - no -"
Hermione sighed. "Calm idown/i Ron." she ordered, "Oh, I do wish he'd stop trying to defend me; I've got perfectly fine means of defense myself." she added, sounding annoyed.
Ron finally stopped struggling. He heavily sat down on a chair and scowled angrily. "That little- ," he muttered under his breath. "I could just take his puny neck in my hands and squeeze-"
Quietly, Ron continued muttering murder plans for Malfoy, oblivious of Harry and Ginny getting up to dance to a slow song.
*~*~*~
When Ron stopped scheming (he had came to the conclusion that all of his plans were, in fact, quite gory and would have been difficult to carry out without knowledge of the 44.5 mm gun) he was looking into Ginny's annoyed face opposite him.
"Oh, Ron, you're such an iidiot!/i" Ginny groaned.
Ron was a bit startled at this comment, but defensively replied, "No I'm not!"
Ginny released a string of curses that would have made Mrs. Weasley disown the offender. Ron gaped at her.
"Where did you learn ithose/i?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "That's not the point," she said, "The point iis/i, you're so thick you don't even realise the girl that's always in front of you likes you!"
Ron blinked. "Of course you like me, you're my sister." Ron said, confused.
Ginny let out a strange noise between a scream and a groan. "iHermione/i, you thick-headed dimwit!" she berated him.
Ron gaped, resuming the state of a goldfish for a while.
"Yes, Hermione." Ginny said angrily. "Just because you're so... iinvolved/i with the fact Harry and I-"
Ron growled. "So you two ARE together!"
Ginny shot him a dirty look. "As I was isaying/i, just because you're so involved with the fact that Harry and I are going through an emotional state of our lives-" she said, but was cut off by Ron.
"You're PREGNANT!? I'm going to kill that-"
"YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!" Ginny screamed. The pair received a flurry of strange looks and edging-aways from other people.
"What?" Ron groaned, sounding angry.
"I'm inot/i pregnant, we're not even itogether/i! Anyway, just because you're so involved with the fact that Harry and I are going through an emotional state of our lives, you're blind to the iobvious/i piece of information which is that Hermione honestly likes you! You are a self - absorbed prat, did you know that?" Ginny half - yelled, half - whispered to him, and, to add to the emphasis, she stood up and flounced away.
Ron sat there, stunned.
*~*~*~
Hermione came back after quite a stretch of time, looking a little cranky.
"Er. Hello." Ron managed to utter.
Hermione stared at him strangely, and he had a sudden urge to slip that strand of hair which was hanging down in front of her face back over her ear.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked him.
Ron croaked a "yes" and the impulse was too great. His hand, out of its own will, jerked up. Halfway through the move, Ron tried to stop himself. The result?
Hermione yelped as Ron slapped her across the cheek. She leaned backwards, lost her balance, and fell off the bench.
Ron's eyes widened, and in a second, he was helping her up.
"I'm - I'm so sorry Hermione - it just - your hair..." He trailed off and focused his attention on Hermione.
"Are you all right??" Ron asked anxiously.
Hermione looked at him. "I'm fine." she murmured, and a smile slowly spread across her face. "What were you saying about my hair?" she said, grinning.
Ron stammered, "It - it just - "
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"Itwashanginoffthesideofyourfaceanditmademewanttoputitbackbehindyourear." Ron babbled.
Hermione, ever talented with translation, laughed.
Ron looked ashamed.
"Oh, you - " Hermione started.
She didn't finish her sentence.
Ron had just kissed her, and she didn't even mind his strange habits, or how they argued every day - nothing else mattered.
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*drumroll*
So that's the end of my first ever fic on Checkmated!...
Thanks to Tosca, my beta and to all my reviewers... : D
reviewreviewreview... I just can't stress the word more! Flame if you need to... I just won't read it! ^ . ^
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