Chapter 2- Nothing to do but talk or is there?
Ron had gone into Hermione's room. He looked around; of course there were so many different books. There was Hermione's bed bigger than Hagrid. 'How could some one this small need a bed this big.'
Hermione sat on the bed. Ron looked at his feet than at her than back at his feet.
"Are you going to sleep in that or would you like something else?"
"No, it's ok."
"Are you sure?"
"Only if you want me to." he said as he looked up. Their eyes met. Ron could not take his eyes off of hers. Ron sat down next to her. Hermione had crossed her arms. She shook a little and Ron couldn't help but notice.
"What's wrong" he asked.
"Oh nothing, I'm just a cold." she said as shivered. Ron grabbed the blanket, which was folded neatly, and wrapped around her. To Ron she still looked a little cold. He put his arm around her. She looked up and smiled. She snuggled into his arms.
She got up and told him to follow her; he did what he was told. She got one of her father's old pajamas. She let him change in the bathroom. She too had gotten dressed. She was wearing pajamas that were a dark blue with a moon on the back. When Ron came back he had tucked the shirt in for it was too big for him.
Hermione giggled.
"What?"
"I've never seen you tuck your shirt in." she giggled. He pulled it out and ran toward her. She squealed as he got her in his arms. He tickled her on the sides and she kept on squirming. The stared at each other, then Ron sat back up. Hermione could only look at him.
"Hermione...um...I... need to...what I mean is..." Ron had been stuttering. He was trying to find the right words to come out.
"What?" She said curiously.
"Hermione I like you- NO wait I LOVE YOU!" Ron had yelled at her, in a good way. Hermione stared at him.
"You do? For real?"
"If I were lying do you think I would be this nervous." he joked. She giggled
"I love it when you laugh, I love it when you smile, and I love everything about you. When you're happy I feel like I can do anything, but when you're sad, or upset, I would kill the person who did it. If it was me I would beat myself later." He could not believe what just said. His ears turned bright pink, and his cheeks were scarlet.
Hermione too blushed. Her face was just a mirror image of his.
Ron had gone into Hermione's room. He looked around; of course there were so many different books. There was Hermione's bed bigger than Hagrid. 'How could some one this small need a bed this big.'
Hermione sat on the bed. Ron looked at his feet than at her than back at his feet.
"Are you going to sleep in that or would you like something else?"
"No, it's ok."
"Are you sure?"
"Only if you want me to." he said as he looked up. Their eyes met. Ron could not take his eyes off of hers. Ron sat down next to her. Hermione had crossed her arms. She shook a little and Ron couldn't help but notice.
"What's wrong" he asked.
"Oh nothing, I'm just a cold." she said as shivered. Ron grabbed the blanket, which was folded neatly, and wrapped around her. To Ron she still looked a little cold. He put his arm around her. She looked up and smiled. She snuggled into his arms.
She got up and told him to follow her; he did what he was told. She got one of her father's old pajamas. She let him change in the bathroom. She too had gotten dressed. She was wearing pajamas that were a dark blue with a moon on the back. When Ron came back he had tucked the shirt in for it was too big for him.
Hermione giggled.
"What?"
"I've never seen you tuck your shirt in." she giggled. He pulled it out and ran toward her. She squealed as he got her in his arms. He tickled her on the sides and she kept on squirming. The stared at each other, then Ron sat back up. Hermione could only look at him.
"Hermione...um...I... need to...what I mean is..." Ron had been stuttering. He was trying to find the right words to come out.
"What?" She said curiously.
"Hermione I like you- NO wait I LOVE YOU!" Ron had yelled at her, in a good way. Hermione stared at him.
"You do? For real?"
"If I were lying do you think I would be this nervous." he joked. She giggled
"I love it when you laugh, I love it when you smile, and I love everything about you. When you're happy I feel like I can do anything, but when you're sad, or upset, I would kill the person who did it. If it was me I would beat myself later." He could not believe what just said. His ears turned bright pink, and his cheeks were scarlet.
Hermione too blushed. Her face was just a mirror image of his.