16 Year old Ron Weasley stared at his best friend and 'secret crush'
(That everyone in Hogwarts with two eyes knew about) Hermione Granger from
across the deserted Common Room, mouth dry, palms clammy. Large, chocolate
brown eyes looked up from her book, to quirk an eyebrow at the redhead
sitting a few feet away as Ron quickly snapped his head down to look at his
feet. She returned to the textbook, bringing her legs up to fold them
beside her, snuggling up to the sofa. As her eyes, (Those eyes...!) returned
to dance across the yellowing page he gulped visably.
::Tonight is the night!:: He thought to himself. ::I'm going to do it:: As he looked down at a battered muggle wrist watch, he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He stood and walked over, trying to be, as Fred and George had advised, 'smooth'. Unfortunatley, he just succeded in stumbling over his own to feet, coming crashing down beside Hermione on the loveseat. The distaster seemed to go in slow motion. Hermione jumped up so quickly her book flew right out of her hands and spilling a butterbeer set on the coffee table onto her skirt. The glass bottle shattered.
"RON!" She exlaimed, dabbing at her skirt with the corner of her sweater sleeve as Ron rubbed the spot where Hermiones HoM textbook has made contact with his skull.
"Unnggh..." He groaned, pulling himself up. He fearfully made eye contact with the girl standing inches below him. But she didn't look angry.
"Are you alright? Here..." She rubbed the lump that was developing on his freckled forehead tenderly as he winced.
"You should probably put ice on that..." As she reached for her wand, Ron grabbed her wrist, stopping her gently.
"No... Hermione, there is something I have to tell you..." Hermione's eyes opened wide as Ron's ears began to burn. "Hermione..." She nodded to encourage him, almost eagerly.
"When I saw you first year, on the Hogwarts express, I knew you were a special kind of girl. You were different..." She was blushing now, and Ron was midly aware that they were standing very, very close, her flowery, feminine scent almost overpowering his senses. "And when I relalized... When you were paralyzed, in second year... I relized I love you." Her eyes began to shine with tears, and for a terrible moment Ron thought he did something wrong, but they were happy tears so he continued. "I know it sounds silly, falling in love at 12..." Hermione just shook her head mutely. "But I really, really love you, Mione. In so many, many ways. You're a..." he took a brave stab at a muggle expression, feeling confident as she gazed at him, looking very pretty with a stained skirt, her usual wild hair and a ferocious blush. "A once in a white elephant kind of girl." The tears ceased, and Hermione didn't kiss him, nor hug him nor admit her love. Instead, she smiled broadly and began to laugh. Ron looked horrified, and began to turn away, feeling like an idiot as tears stung at his eyes. It was Hermione's time to stop him as she found her voice and regained composure.
"It's... Once in a blue moon." She said, throwing her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and kissing him. The kiss was short and sweet and warm, but it was electrifying. She tasted of chocolate. Hermione turned her head, her long unmanagable hair brushing his neck as she whispered in his ear. "I love you, too."
A yelp came from the Gryffindor Common Room as Ron went to sit on the coffee table, pulling Hermione onto his lap. He had sat on the broken bits of the butterbeer glass.
::Tonight is the night!:: He thought to himself. ::I'm going to do it:: As he looked down at a battered muggle wrist watch, he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. He stood and walked over, trying to be, as Fred and George had advised, 'smooth'. Unfortunatley, he just succeded in stumbling over his own to feet, coming crashing down beside Hermione on the loveseat. The distaster seemed to go in slow motion. Hermione jumped up so quickly her book flew right out of her hands and spilling a butterbeer set on the coffee table onto her skirt. The glass bottle shattered.
"RON!" She exlaimed, dabbing at her skirt with the corner of her sweater sleeve as Ron rubbed the spot where Hermiones HoM textbook has made contact with his skull.
"Unnggh..." He groaned, pulling himself up. He fearfully made eye contact with the girl standing inches below him. But she didn't look angry.
"Are you alright? Here..." She rubbed the lump that was developing on his freckled forehead tenderly as he winced.
"You should probably put ice on that..." As she reached for her wand, Ron grabbed her wrist, stopping her gently.
"No... Hermione, there is something I have to tell you..." Hermione's eyes opened wide as Ron's ears began to burn. "Hermione..." She nodded to encourage him, almost eagerly.
"When I saw you first year, on the Hogwarts express, I knew you were a special kind of girl. You were different..." She was blushing now, and Ron was midly aware that they were standing very, very close, her flowery, feminine scent almost overpowering his senses. "And when I relalized... When you were paralyzed, in second year... I relized I love you." Her eyes began to shine with tears, and for a terrible moment Ron thought he did something wrong, but they were happy tears so he continued. "I know it sounds silly, falling in love at 12..." Hermione just shook her head mutely. "But I really, really love you, Mione. In so many, many ways. You're a..." he took a brave stab at a muggle expression, feeling confident as she gazed at him, looking very pretty with a stained skirt, her usual wild hair and a ferocious blush. "A once in a white elephant kind of girl." The tears ceased, and Hermione didn't kiss him, nor hug him nor admit her love. Instead, she smiled broadly and began to laugh. Ron looked horrified, and began to turn away, feeling like an idiot as tears stung at his eyes. It was Hermione's time to stop him as she found her voice and regained composure.
"It's... Once in a blue moon." She said, throwing her arms around his neck, standing on tiptoe and kissing him. The kiss was short and sweet and warm, but it was electrifying. She tasted of chocolate. Hermione turned her head, her long unmanagable hair brushing his neck as she whispered in his ear. "I love you, too."
A yelp came from the Gryffindor Common Room as Ron went to sit on the coffee table, pulling Hermione onto his lap. He had sat on the broken bits of the butterbeer glass.