Ron felt a warm liquid being pushed into his mouth. He didn't open his eyes-
they seemed too heavy to lift. His head felt like it was splitting open.
He winced against the pain and moaned softly.
There was a grunt and quick rustles. Then a soft voice said, "Ron?". It sounded vaguely familiar...like his mother's. He smelled warm vanilla and chocolate. He breathed it in heavily, and tried to raise his hand. "Hmm..." hummed Ron, sensing this person getting closer until their, no, her breath was on his face. "You smell very good," croaked Ron, burying his face into her hair. "Like vanilla and chocolate."
Her skin felt warm against his face, and he breathed heavily into it. It felt so good. Ron felt so comfortable and he almost could feel himself falling into the shores of sleep again. He felt his lips pressing onto her skin, and he heard a sharp intake of breath but no movements were made. His hands went up to her hair, and it felt...tangled. Bushy... Then he breathed in again, and sighed.
"You're making me feel better, you know.." he rasped.
He heard a faint chuckle. He felt sleepy, and as he fell back onto his pillow. He swallowed back a lump in his throat. He remembered Hermione's tear streaked face and her eyes drowning in fear and something else.....for him. He remembered her chin trembling, her brown eyes watering and her bushy, tangled brown hair that had stone rusts in it. He wanted to make her feel better. Where was Hermione? He wanted to make sure she was alright....and Harry too.
What happened to Harry? Did Harry beat Lord-no, he couldn't bring himself to say his name- You Know Who? Is Harry okay? Hermione's face swarmed in the middle of Ron's thougths, her face tear streaked and screaming his name..
He felt himself falling deeper into his sleep..."Hermione..." he murmured, and he finally went back to sleep.
"Good god, woman, control yourself!" said Ron, surprised at Hermione's crying. Harry was chuckling as he looked out the compartment window as Hogwarts was leaving them behind. Ron patted Hermione's shoulder, annoyed. "Get a hold of yourself, Hermione..." said Ron.
Hermione sniffed. "It's just so sad! After all we've been through and we're already done with our first year!"
Harry looked back at Hermione, grinning. "You didn't expect it to last forever, did you?" asked Harry, folding his arms across his chest. Hermione stopped sniffing and wiped at her eyes. "Well, no....I just wish it did..."said Hermione, looking thoughtfully past Harry out the window. "I mean, we're not like many first years..." "Yeah, not really..." agreed Ron. Plopping next to Harry on a train seat. Harry grinned from ear to ear at Ron. "Yeah, that's what I love most about it." "You love being friends with me?" asked Ron, smirking. Hermione scowled and punched Ron lightly in the arm. "Seriously, Ron!" exclaimed Hermione. Ron rubbed his arm, rolling his eyes behind Hermione's back. Harry laughed and when Hermione turned back around, Ron fidgeted with his hands. Then, Ron grinned and looked back up at Hermione.
"Well, yeah seriously...this year was not something we can forget about anytime soon"- Hermione looked surprise- "well, okay we won't ever forget about it....and let's just face it. We weren't ordinary first years. Hermione's the brainiest witch in our year. No, in our school. Harry? You're the bravest son of a-
"AHEM."
"well, -er-" said Ron, laughing weakly at Hermione, who was looking pretty fiery. "Well, you're one brave bloke, I'll say. As for me? Well...I'm just a Weasley."
"You're the worst liar, you know that?" said Harry, rolling his eyes. He clapped Ron's back and gave him a sort of one-armed manly hug.
"You're not just a Weasley. You're my best mate and the bravest prat I've ever seen. I don't know anybody who would get themselves knocked out by a stone Queen."
"Speaking of that, let's talk about-" began Hermione, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron rolled his eyes and took Hermione's hand off his hold.
"Let's not, Hermione."
"But-"
"Nice weather we're having, huh?" said Ron loudly, looking out the window.
Hermione frowned and opened her mouth to protest, when she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder.
" Don't even try, Hermione. You and I both know that Ron's a stubborn git."whispered Harry.
Hermione felt a smile tug at her lips even though she wanted to scoff. Harry and Ron both were such stubborn gits sometimes. Especially Ron. Never let anyone change his mind. He's such a stupid- Hermione sighed. He was always going to be like this. But ah, if Ron wasn't like that...he wouldn't be....well, Ron. She loved him. She stared at Ron's back. Did he love her back? No...he couldn't. He hated her, remember? He always did. Always made fun of her, argued with her and was so mean to her. Never listened to her at all. He thought of her nothing beyond a friend. She wished he would think otherwise. Aw, she really wished he would...he could be so clueless and absolutely empty-headed sometimes. Then again, he caught on fast and could be very smart at some things. Like wizard's chess. They wouldn't have made it across the chessboard without Ron. She loved him so much. She just wished...he'd love her back. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, then felt a smile tug at her lips again. This time, she gave up and her smile lit her face. It made her teeth glint and her face. And Hermione let out a laugh, so loud, so true...and laugh that had been dying to get out for a long time. Hermione just laughed, and laughed.....for the first time in a very long time.
There was a grunt and quick rustles. Then a soft voice said, "Ron?". It sounded vaguely familiar...like his mother's. He smelled warm vanilla and chocolate. He breathed it in heavily, and tried to raise his hand. "Hmm..." hummed Ron, sensing this person getting closer until their, no, her breath was on his face. "You smell very good," croaked Ron, burying his face into her hair. "Like vanilla and chocolate."
Her skin felt warm against his face, and he breathed heavily into it. It felt so good. Ron felt so comfortable and he almost could feel himself falling into the shores of sleep again. He felt his lips pressing onto her skin, and he heard a sharp intake of breath but no movements were made. His hands went up to her hair, and it felt...tangled. Bushy... Then he breathed in again, and sighed.
"You're making me feel better, you know.." he rasped.
He heard a faint chuckle. He felt sleepy, and as he fell back onto his pillow. He swallowed back a lump in his throat. He remembered Hermione's tear streaked face and her eyes drowning in fear and something else.....for him. He remembered her chin trembling, her brown eyes watering and her bushy, tangled brown hair that had stone rusts in it. He wanted to make her feel better. Where was Hermione? He wanted to make sure she was alright....and Harry too.
What happened to Harry? Did Harry beat Lord-no, he couldn't bring himself to say his name- You Know Who? Is Harry okay? Hermione's face swarmed in the middle of Ron's thougths, her face tear streaked and screaming his name..
He felt himself falling deeper into his sleep..."Hermione..." he murmured, and he finally went back to sleep.
"Good god, woman, control yourself!" said Ron, surprised at Hermione's crying. Harry was chuckling as he looked out the compartment window as Hogwarts was leaving them behind. Ron patted Hermione's shoulder, annoyed. "Get a hold of yourself, Hermione..." said Ron.
Hermione sniffed. "It's just so sad! After all we've been through and we're already done with our first year!"
Harry looked back at Hermione, grinning. "You didn't expect it to last forever, did you?" asked Harry, folding his arms across his chest. Hermione stopped sniffing and wiped at her eyes. "Well, no....I just wish it did..."said Hermione, looking thoughtfully past Harry out the window. "I mean, we're not like many first years..." "Yeah, not really..." agreed Ron. Plopping next to Harry on a train seat. Harry grinned from ear to ear at Ron. "Yeah, that's what I love most about it." "You love being friends with me?" asked Ron, smirking. Hermione scowled and punched Ron lightly in the arm. "Seriously, Ron!" exclaimed Hermione. Ron rubbed his arm, rolling his eyes behind Hermione's back. Harry laughed and when Hermione turned back around, Ron fidgeted with his hands. Then, Ron grinned and looked back up at Hermione.
"Well, yeah seriously...this year was not something we can forget about anytime soon"- Hermione looked surprise- "well, okay we won't ever forget about it....and let's just face it. We weren't ordinary first years. Hermione's the brainiest witch in our year. No, in our school. Harry? You're the bravest son of a-
"AHEM."
"well, -er-" said Ron, laughing weakly at Hermione, who was looking pretty fiery. "Well, you're one brave bloke, I'll say. As for me? Well...I'm just a Weasley."
"You're the worst liar, you know that?" said Harry, rolling his eyes. He clapped Ron's back and gave him a sort of one-armed manly hug.
"You're not just a Weasley. You're my best mate and the bravest prat I've ever seen. I don't know anybody who would get themselves knocked out by a stone Queen."
"Speaking of that, let's talk about-" began Hermione, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron rolled his eyes and took Hermione's hand off his hold.
"Let's not, Hermione."
"But-"
"Nice weather we're having, huh?" said Ron loudly, looking out the window.
Hermione frowned and opened her mouth to protest, when she felt Harry's hand on her shoulder.
" Don't even try, Hermione. You and I both know that Ron's a stubborn git."whispered Harry.
Hermione felt a smile tug at her lips even though she wanted to scoff. Harry and Ron both were such stubborn gits sometimes. Especially Ron. Never let anyone change his mind. He's such a stupid- Hermione sighed. He was always going to be like this. But ah, if Ron wasn't like that...he wouldn't be....well, Ron. She loved him. She stared at Ron's back. Did he love her back? No...he couldn't. He hated her, remember? He always did. Always made fun of her, argued with her and was so mean to her. Never listened to her at all. He thought of her nothing beyond a friend. She wished he would think otherwise. Aw, she really wished he would...he could be so clueless and absolutely empty-headed sometimes. Then again, he caught on fast and could be very smart at some things. Like wizard's chess. They wouldn't have made it across the chessboard without Ron. She loved him so much. She just wished...he'd love her back. She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling, then felt a smile tug at her lips again. This time, she gave up and her smile lit her face. It made her teeth glint and her face. And Hermione let out a laugh, so loud, so true...and laugh that had been dying to get out for a long time. Hermione just laughed, and laughed.....for the first time in a very long time.