Disclaimer: Honestly, if I were Jo Rowling, I'd be writing Book 6!
A/n: You know what I love? Awesome Reviewers! Seriously, not to get all mushy, but really, I felt so loved by you guys! And I'm soooo glad you liked this idea! Hopefully you'll stick around for some of my other stories (they're on the way!.....).
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So, here's the final installment of my little bit of fun. And it will certainly be the one that strict R/Hr Shippers will approve of. ; )
Scenario Five - Blame it on the Snow
"Ron. Ron. RON!"
"What?" Ron shouted, being shaken from his trace. He had been staring at the Shrieking Shack, straining his ears to hear any actual shrieks.
"Please, we've been here forever," Hermione moaned, nose slightly pink from the biting cold. "Can we head back now?"
"We've only been here for, like, ten minutes," Ron protested.
Hermione sighed and crammed her freezing hands further into her jacket pockets.
"Honestly, it's just a house, Ron." She said stiffly. But just the same, she moved a bit closer to get another look. They stayed still for a moment, gazing at the run-down structure.
"You know, Hermione," Ron said suddenly, "I-I had fun today."
"Mmm, it is nice to be out here in the village, isn't it?" She muttered.
"Well...yeah...of course...but..um..." Ron's stuttering speech made Hermione look over at him. He was not looking at her or the Shack anymore. Instead he was facing the sky with a determined look on his face. And Hermione would bet ten galleons that if he didn't have a hat on, his ears would be turning red.
"What?" she asked curiously.
"Well, you know, just you and me...here...together...I...it was...it was nice that's all," Ron finished to the grey clouds overhead.
Hermione didn't say anything. She didn't speak, she didn't blink, she was barely breathing. There was something in the tone of Ron's voice, the way his voice sounded unsure and confident at the same time, the words he was using. It was making her nervous. But a good kind of nervous.
"It- it was nice...wasn't it?" she said quietly, watching for Ron's reaction. He looked over at her finally and she smiled at him. And instantly his face relaxed into a grin.
"Yeah," he whispered. "Really nice."
They stood smiling at each other like fools for another few seconds, until Hermione broke the mood.
"So...this Shack that you find so interesting," she said, glancing at it and back to him. "D'you want to move a bit closer?"
"I-I'm fine here," Ron said quickly. He didn't want to move closer...not closer to some ruddy old Shack anyway...
Hermione grinned at him. 'Scared, are you?" She teased.
"I? Scared of a shack?" Ron said in mock indignance, raising himself up. "I think not."
Now Hermione broke into a giggle. "Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not," Ron said in his regular voice and with a smile. "You're the one who wanted to leave because you were scared that the ghosts would come get you."
"I was not!"
"Were too!"
"Were not!"
"Oooooooh!!" Ron said, wiggling his fingers in the air. "Ooooh, watch out Hermione. I'm a ghost and I'm going to get yoooooouuu!!!!"
"Shut up!" Hermione laughed, dodging Ron as he took a step towards her.
"Ooooooooh!"
"Ron, stop!" She shrieked. But Ron leapt at her, and grabbed her up into his arms and began to tickle her.
"Gotcha!" he cried triumphantly as she wriggled around in his grasp.
"Ron-no-Ron-stop-please-Ron!" Hermione gasped in between mad laughter. Ron had no idea she was this ticklish. He felt quite proud to have discovered this about Hermione. Then, Hermione gave a hard wretch out of his grasp and began to run down the snowy hill.
"I don't think so," Ron cried happily tearing after her.
It was picture perfect, the pair of them running down the hill. Hermione half screaming, half laughing, trying to escape from Ron. With a final burst of speed, Ron reached out and caught Hermione by her wrist. She skidded to a halt, but Ron, having too much momentum, kept going and lost his balance...pulling Hermione down after him.
So now they were tumbling down the other half of the hill, the cold snow burrowing into their clothes, limbs flailing, and their laughter increased. When they finally reached the bottom with a 'thud' they stayed down on the ground, tears of laughter leaking down onto their faces, which were flushed from the cold and energy.
Finally, Ron was able to pull himself up. He walked over to Hermione and offered her a hand. She grabbed it and she hoisted her up. They looked at each other, grinning widely and still giggling. But a second later, they were able to assess their situation.
Here they were, together, after having such a thrill, mere inches apart, and hands still holding. Snow and even started to fall again. It was amazing. It was amazing that they could act this way around each other, so different from at school. It was something that both scared them and filled them with a great happiness.
Hermione opened her mouth, without really knowing what she would say, but then a snowflake landed on her cheek. Immediately, Ron reached out his gloved hand and brushed it softly away. It was a move that shocked both of them, especially when Ron daringly kept his hand on her face.
And it was really, all they needed to continue.
Even though they were just thirteen, and even though they would never tell another soul about it, and even though they would deny it for years to come, Hermione and Ron let themselves get lost in one another.
And as their lips met in their first kiss, it made one wonder, how a day in the snow could end up leaving two people so warm inside.
A/n: Ta-da!!! Fluffsville USA! Lol. Well, there you have it, folks. Amazing how a ten second ABC clip could spawn into all this fluff. I hoped you liked it (I LOVED writing it) and thanks again to all my reviewers!