*****Um yeah, obviously I don't own Harry Potter or I wouldn't be writing
this on a fanfic site. I'd be writing this in the next Harry potter book.
So yeah, I don't own Harry or any of the other characters in the book.*****
Harry sat silently in a discrete corner of the Gryffindor common room, staring out the window at the dark night sky. It had been a long, uneventful day of lectures and note taking, and Harry was tired of sitting around studying. He had been doing homework all night, and had nothing to show for it but a couple of hastily scribbled vocabulary definitions and a finished paragraph on Grindylows.
The fact was, he couldn't concentrate. All day his mind had been wondering during class, thinking about one thing or another, and he couldn't keep his mind focused on anything. He glanced hopelessly at the pile of unfinished homework sitting on the end table next to his chair, and sighed. There was no way he would be able to finish it all by tonight without Hermione's help. And Hermione was at one of her prefect meetings at the moment. He had no idea when she would be back, and therefore had no way of finishing his homework without failing every assignment. He slowly stood up, with another long sigh, and set about gathering up all his parchment and books to bring back up to his dormitory. His thinking was that maybe he would be able to study better in the calm quietness of his dormitory, versus the always-noisy common room. He made his way through the crowded Common Room to the foot of the 6th year boy dormitories and climbed onto the first step.
As he walked up the dim staircase he felt a sudden urge to escape, and get out of Gryffindor tower. He needed a break.........maybe it was time to get out his dad's old invisibility cloak? There was no way he would be able to finish all his homework anyways, so he saw no reason why he shouldn't go. Besides, maybe going on a short walk would clear his mind some. When he got back, he might actually be able to do something with his assignments. He decided that going on a walk would help some, and that getting out the cloak would be the best course of action. As he made his way over to his familiar four-poster bed, he dumped his parchments and books onto the covers and walked around to the end of the bed to get the cloak. He rummaged in the trunk at the foot of his bed for a minute before he found it. He felt the soft velvety fabric brush beneath his fingers at the bottom left corner of the trunk, and lifted it out. It shimmered mysteriously for a moment in the soft moonlight before he threw it over his shoulders and stood up— and not a moment to soon. Just as he finished pulling the cloak over his head, Dean Thomas walked into the room talking animatedly with his friend Seamus Finnigan.
Harry quickly dodged around them, as they headed straight towards him, and squeezed through the dormitory door before it closed. Dean stopped for just a moment, thinking he had felt something brush by him, but quickly dismissed it as his imagination, and continued talking with Seamus. Harry started down the staircase in complete silence, muffling his footsteps as best he could, and rounded the last bend in the stairs. As he reached the Gryffindor common room he noted with some satisfaction that it seemed to be clearing out as students shuffled off to bed. There were only a handful of students left now, as he made his way silently over to the portrait hole. And he knew this would make it easier to slip out of the hole without anyone noticing. He stood for a moment, unsure of whether he should chance opening the portrait himself or wait for one of the prefects to return from their meeting and go through then. He was about to make up his mind when the portrait hole swung open and Ron stepped inside the common room, closely followed by Hermione. He blinked his eyes in surprise at their sudden return and wondered if maybe he should stay and get some help with his homework instead of running off without telling them where he had gone to.
He was about to stop Ron before he went up to their dormitory looking for him, but stopped in confusion, when instead of heading up to the dormitory Ron sat down next to Hermione near the fire with a strange look on his face. Hermione seemed rather baffled as well as she looked up at him with mild confusion written all over her face.
"Ron, what was it that you wanted to ask me then?" she asked curiously. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he let his eyes wondered nervously around the room, not meeting her gaze.
"Errrrm.....I er, I— um I wanted to tell you something, without errr... Harry being here." He managed to blurt out quickly, before turning a bright shade of magenta.
Hermione's eyes widened in concern as she leaned closer to him, asking worriedly "What's wrong? There's nothing wrong with him is there? If there's something wrong Ron, you have to tell me."
Ron flushed even more, if that was possible, and mumbled something about it "not having to do with Harry" and started to twiddle his thumbs in an extremely stressed out manner, while staring up at the ceiling.
"Well......if it doesn't have to do with Harry, why don't you want him to be here..........." She ended lamely, as her eyes grew wide in sudden comprehension.
By this time, the last of the students had left the Common Room, leaving only Harry, Ron and Hermione in a totally deserted Common Room with the tension building rapidly. Harry had almost forgotten he was wearing the invisibility cloak and was about to duck behind an armchair, when he remembered he still had it on. Instead he pulled it about him more securely, and silently made his way over to the fireplace to get a better view. Was Ron actually going to tell her? Harry had noticed how differently Ron had been acting around her over the last few months. Whenever Hermione started a conversation with him he would turn pink almost immediately and whatever he said, either made no sense at all or seemed to come out wrong. Also, Harry had caught him staring at her on several occasions with an odd soft, glazed over look in his eyes, but had ignored him and never said anything about it. Maybe it was just his imagination? He had suspicions that Ron was growing feelings for her, but they had never actually discussed it before. And now here he was, listening-in as Ron made his confession.
"Ermmmm.............I just wanted to tell you that I— I um, I kind of.......................oh forget it!!!" He shouted abruptly, as he quickly stood up from the armchair with a face of utter dejection. Why hadn't he told her? What was wrong with him? Did he think she would reject him?
"Ron wait!" Hermione called as he turned to leave. She stood up and looked him in the face as he turned unwillingly to look at her. "I— I like you to." She whispered softly, staring into his eyes. Harry and Ron both gasped audibly at the same time as their eyes widened in bewilderment at her bold confession.
"You— you do?" He asked uncertainly. Hermione nodded, it was her turn to blush. Ron just gaped at her in shock and said nothing for a whole minute as he stared at her pretty face.
"I— I thought you'd turn me down........after I've been such a jerk to you these past couple of years." He said softly, still gazing at her long eyelashes longingly.
Hermione smiled slightly, replying "Oh I couldn't stay mad at you over stupid arguments like those. I've got to many good memories with you that won't let me dwell on the bad for long."
"Your so pretty." Ron said, eyes locked onto hers with an odd dreamy look on his face. Hermione's blush deepened at the sudden compliment but she didn't looked away. Ron moved forward, still gazing into her eyes and gently took her hand in his. They both blushed simultaneously and stayed that way, staring into each other's eyes, for several minutes until Ron slowly began to move forward. Hermione leaned into the kiss and felt her face connect with his in the most pleasurable way possible.
Harry stared at them wide eyed with a loss for words. He had felt slightly guilty, before, when he had decided to stay and spy on them instead of making his presence known. But now he definitely felt like he was way out of line being here during a moment like this. He shouldn't be here. This was a private moment between Ron and Hermione and quite frankly he wasn't sure about how he felt about the whole situation and he needed to get away from here and think.
He quickly ran back over to the portrait whole and snuck through it while Ron and Hermione's faces were still glued together. He let out a long sigh as he stood in the deserted corridor. What a strange day.
Harry sat silently in a discrete corner of the Gryffindor common room, staring out the window at the dark night sky. It had been a long, uneventful day of lectures and note taking, and Harry was tired of sitting around studying. He had been doing homework all night, and had nothing to show for it but a couple of hastily scribbled vocabulary definitions and a finished paragraph on Grindylows.
The fact was, he couldn't concentrate. All day his mind had been wondering during class, thinking about one thing or another, and he couldn't keep his mind focused on anything. He glanced hopelessly at the pile of unfinished homework sitting on the end table next to his chair, and sighed. There was no way he would be able to finish it all by tonight without Hermione's help. And Hermione was at one of her prefect meetings at the moment. He had no idea when she would be back, and therefore had no way of finishing his homework without failing every assignment. He slowly stood up, with another long sigh, and set about gathering up all his parchment and books to bring back up to his dormitory. His thinking was that maybe he would be able to study better in the calm quietness of his dormitory, versus the always-noisy common room. He made his way through the crowded Common Room to the foot of the 6th year boy dormitories and climbed onto the first step.
As he walked up the dim staircase he felt a sudden urge to escape, and get out of Gryffindor tower. He needed a break.........maybe it was time to get out his dad's old invisibility cloak? There was no way he would be able to finish all his homework anyways, so he saw no reason why he shouldn't go. Besides, maybe going on a short walk would clear his mind some. When he got back, he might actually be able to do something with his assignments. He decided that going on a walk would help some, and that getting out the cloak would be the best course of action. As he made his way over to his familiar four-poster bed, he dumped his parchments and books onto the covers and walked around to the end of the bed to get the cloak. He rummaged in the trunk at the foot of his bed for a minute before he found it. He felt the soft velvety fabric brush beneath his fingers at the bottom left corner of the trunk, and lifted it out. It shimmered mysteriously for a moment in the soft moonlight before he threw it over his shoulders and stood up— and not a moment to soon. Just as he finished pulling the cloak over his head, Dean Thomas walked into the room talking animatedly with his friend Seamus Finnigan.
Harry quickly dodged around them, as they headed straight towards him, and squeezed through the dormitory door before it closed. Dean stopped for just a moment, thinking he had felt something brush by him, but quickly dismissed it as his imagination, and continued talking with Seamus. Harry started down the staircase in complete silence, muffling his footsteps as best he could, and rounded the last bend in the stairs. As he reached the Gryffindor common room he noted with some satisfaction that it seemed to be clearing out as students shuffled off to bed. There were only a handful of students left now, as he made his way silently over to the portrait hole. And he knew this would make it easier to slip out of the hole without anyone noticing. He stood for a moment, unsure of whether he should chance opening the portrait himself or wait for one of the prefects to return from their meeting and go through then. He was about to make up his mind when the portrait hole swung open and Ron stepped inside the common room, closely followed by Hermione. He blinked his eyes in surprise at their sudden return and wondered if maybe he should stay and get some help with his homework instead of running off without telling them where he had gone to.
He was about to stop Ron before he went up to their dormitory looking for him, but stopped in confusion, when instead of heading up to the dormitory Ron sat down next to Hermione near the fire with a strange look on his face. Hermione seemed rather baffled as well as she looked up at him with mild confusion written all over her face.
"Ron, what was it that you wanted to ask me then?" she asked curiously. Ron shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he let his eyes wondered nervously around the room, not meeting her gaze.
"Errrrm.....I er, I— um I wanted to tell you something, without errr... Harry being here." He managed to blurt out quickly, before turning a bright shade of magenta.
Hermione's eyes widened in concern as she leaned closer to him, asking worriedly "What's wrong? There's nothing wrong with him is there? If there's something wrong Ron, you have to tell me."
Ron flushed even more, if that was possible, and mumbled something about it "not having to do with Harry" and started to twiddle his thumbs in an extremely stressed out manner, while staring up at the ceiling.
"Well......if it doesn't have to do with Harry, why don't you want him to be here..........." She ended lamely, as her eyes grew wide in sudden comprehension.
By this time, the last of the students had left the Common Room, leaving only Harry, Ron and Hermione in a totally deserted Common Room with the tension building rapidly. Harry had almost forgotten he was wearing the invisibility cloak and was about to duck behind an armchair, when he remembered he still had it on. Instead he pulled it about him more securely, and silently made his way over to the fireplace to get a better view. Was Ron actually going to tell her? Harry had noticed how differently Ron had been acting around her over the last few months. Whenever Hermione started a conversation with him he would turn pink almost immediately and whatever he said, either made no sense at all or seemed to come out wrong. Also, Harry had caught him staring at her on several occasions with an odd soft, glazed over look in his eyes, but had ignored him and never said anything about it. Maybe it was just his imagination? He had suspicions that Ron was growing feelings for her, but they had never actually discussed it before. And now here he was, listening-in as Ron made his confession.
"Ermmmm.............I just wanted to tell you that I— I um, I kind of.......................oh forget it!!!" He shouted abruptly, as he quickly stood up from the armchair with a face of utter dejection. Why hadn't he told her? What was wrong with him? Did he think she would reject him?
"Ron wait!" Hermione called as he turned to leave. She stood up and looked him in the face as he turned unwillingly to look at her. "I— I like you to." She whispered softly, staring into his eyes. Harry and Ron both gasped audibly at the same time as their eyes widened in bewilderment at her bold confession.
"You— you do?" He asked uncertainly. Hermione nodded, it was her turn to blush. Ron just gaped at her in shock and said nothing for a whole minute as he stared at her pretty face.
"I— I thought you'd turn me down........after I've been such a jerk to you these past couple of years." He said softly, still gazing at her long eyelashes longingly.
Hermione smiled slightly, replying "Oh I couldn't stay mad at you over stupid arguments like those. I've got to many good memories with you that won't let me dwell on the bad for long."
"Your so pretty." Ron said, eyes locked onto hers with an odd dreamy look on his face. Hermione's blush deepened at the sudden compliment but she didn't looked away. Ron moved forward, still gazing into her eyes and gently took her hand in his. They both blushed simultaneously and stayed that way, staring into each other's eyes, for several minutes until Ron slowly began to move forward. Hermione leaned into the kiss and felt her face connect with his in the most pleasurable way possible.
Harry stared at them wide eyed with a loss for words. He had felt slightly guilty, before, when he had decided to stay and spy on them instead of making his presence known. But now he definitely felt like he was way out of line being here during a moment like this. He shouldn't be here. This was a private moment between Ron and Hermione and quite frankly he wasn't sure about how he felt about the whole situation and he needed to get away from here and think.
He quickly ran back over to the portrait whole and snuck through it while Ron and Hermione's faces were still glued together. He let out a long sigh as he stood in the deserted corridor. What a strange day.