Chapter 3
She was back at the Burrow. Her and Ginny were going through her closet, and she pulled out something white. "Its beautiful," Ginny gasped, "your wedding is going to be beautiful Hermione. Im so glad you and Ron made up." Hermione woke with a start. It was just a dream. Just a dream.....but it had seemed so real. Her and Ron? She laughed. That was never going to happen. She laid back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. I wonder what Ron was doing right now. She sighed. Well duh Hermione he's sleeping. She rolled over onto her side and stared out the window. I am not going to think about Ron. Yes you are "No, I'm not." She sat up, put on her slippers and rushed out the door.
Ron stared up at his ceiling. That had been one crazy dream. Hermione and him, married? I don't think so! She and him.. never..no. He turned over on his side. I wonder what Hermione is doing right now. I hope she's having a good dream. He bolted upright and took a breath. No, I dont. Im not going to think about that girl. Just then he had an idea. He got up, slipped on his robe, and ran out the door. As he ran down the stairs to the Common Room, he stopped abruptly. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down. Hermione sat in front of the fire with a piece of parchment in her lap, a quill at hand. But that wasnt what made him stop. She was wearing a tight pink tanktop, and wearing the shortest shorts hed ever seen. Were those even shorts? Those are her pajamas. Your looking at Hermione in her pajamas. And you like it. He ran back up the stairs into his dormitory and onto his bed. I do not like what I see. Its Hermione. Just plain old Hermione. And you liked it. He thought about what he had seen. The way the fire was hitting her face, how it had glowed. How her shoulders had hunched over as she wrote, how she had shown cleavage "AHHH!," he fell off his bed and hit his elbow. "Bloody Hell," he said rubbing his elbow. Harry was on the ground with him in an instant
"Ron, whats the matter. Are you ok? What happened," Ron's mind searched for an excuse.
"er....I had a bad dream...fell out of bed....hurt myself....I'm going to get some water," and with that he left Harry on the floor and rushed out of the room.
What was the next ingredient of the potion? Lets see.. a pinch of wormwood, some lavender, stir clockwise 4 times. She sighed. "Screw it," she said out loud. There had to be a pre made forgetfulness spell around here somewhere. Professor Snape might have some... At that very moment Ron came running down the stairs through the common room and out the portrait hole. What was his problem... A sudden impulse came through her to follow him. No, he's doing his own thing. I dont want to anyway. As if her body was on its own, she ran through the portrait hole and tripped over Ron. "Ow!," the pain in her ankle shot up almost in one instant. She clutched her leg. Ron hurried over. "Are you ok 'Mione?" he knelt down next to her and gently removed her hands. He called you 'Mione and you didnt say no.
"Where does it hurt," Ron said gently sliding his hand over her ankle.
"Right THERE!," she cried out in pain.
"Can you walk?" Ron said looking into her eyes. Wow... she had never noticed his eyes before. They were so...worldly. It was like looking into the moon. Like they knew and saw everything. They stared into each others eyes for a while into they both noticed and looked away.
"No, I don't think I can walk." Ron hesitated a moment, and in one swift movement picked her up. She relaxed in his grip. She hadn't known he was this strong. She laid her head against his chest and wrapped her hands around his neck. He smelled faintly of peppermint. She took a deep breath. "Fizzing Whizbees," he whispered as the portrait swung open.
Her body lay relaxed on his chest. She was so light. He edged through the portrait, careful not to hurt her. She smelled softly of lavender. He took the scent in and it made his head swim. He was carrying a beautiful girl, and she was...well, not fighting it. The only other girl he'd carried was Ginny. Hermione took a sharp breath and he looked down. She was falling asleep. He couldn't take her up to her dormitory, boys couldn't even climb the stairs since they couldnt be "trusted". You don't want to let go of her do you. Yes I....he stopped. Did he? It felt so nice to have her in his arms. He walked over to the couch. He sat down, and as if planned Hermione curled up around him. He couldn't put her down now. She looked so cute, lying here on his lap.... He looked up at the clock. 4 am. No wonder he was so tired. He looked down at the sleeping girl in his lap. He began stroking her hair. Her hair was so soft. Wait...what am I doing! I'm stroking Hermione's hair! He was too drowsy to care, and instead drifted off to sleep...
She was back at the Burrow. Her and Ginny were going through her closet, and she pulled out something white. "Its beautiful," Ginny gasped, "your wedding is going to be beautiful Hermione. Im so glad you and Ron made up." Hermione woke with a start. It was just a dream. Just a dream.....but it had seemed so real. Her and Ron? She laughed. That was never going to happen. She laid back down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. I wonder what Ron was doing right now. She sighed. Well duh Hermione he's sleeping. She rolled over onto her side and stared out the window. I am not going to think about Ron. Yes you are "No, I'm not." She sat up, put on her slippers and rushed out the door.
Ron stared up at his ceiling. That had been one crazy dream. Hermione and him, married? I don't think so! She and him.. never..no. He turned over on his side. I wonder what Hermione is doing right now. I hope she's having a good dream. He bolted upright and took a breath. No, I dont. Im not going to think about that girl. Just then he had an idea. He got up, slipped on his robe, and ran out the door. As he ran down the stairs to the Common Room, he stopped abruptly. His breath caught in his throat as he looked down. Hermione sat in front of the fire with a piece of parchment in her lap, a quill at hand. But that wasnt what made him stop. She was wearing a tight pink tanktop, and wearing the shortest shorts hed ever seen. Were those even shorts? Those are her pajamas. Your looking at Hermione in her pajamas. And you like it. He ran back up the stairs into his dormitory and onto his bed. I do not like what I see. Its Hermione. Just plain old Hermione. And you liked it. He thought about what he had seen. The way the fire was hitting her face, how it had glowed. How her shoulders had hunched over as she wrote, how she had shown cleavage "AHHH!," he fell off his bed and hit his elbow. "Bloody Hell," he said rubbing his elbow. Harry was on the ground with him in an instant
"Ron, whats the matter. Are you ok? What happened," Ron's mind searched for an excuse.
"er....I had a bad dream...fell out of bed....hurt myself....I'm going to get some water," and with that he left Harry on the floor and rushed out of the room.
What was the next ingredient of the potion? Lets see.. a pinch of wormwood, some lavender, stir clockwise 4 times. She sighed. "Screw it," she said out loud. There had to be a pre made forgetfulness spell around here somewhere. Professor Snape might have some... At that very moment Ron came running down the stairs through the common room and out the portrait hole. What was his problem... A sudden impulse came through her to follow him. No, he's doing his own thing. I dont want to anyway. As if her body was on its own, she ran through the portrait hole and tripped over Ron. "Ow!," the pain in her ankle shot up almost in one instant. She clutched her leg. Ron hurried over. "Are you ok 'Mione?" he knelt down next to her and gently removed her hands. He called you 'Mione and you didnt say no.
"Where does it hurt," Ron said gently sliding his hand over her ankle.
"Right THERE!," she cried out in pain.
"Can you walk?" Ron said looking into her eyes. Wow... she had never noticed his eyes before. They were so...worldly. It was like looking into the moon. Like they knew and saw everything. They stared into each others eyes for a while into they both noticed and looked away.
"No, I don't think I can walk." Ron hesitated a moment, and in one swift movement picked her up. She relaxed in his grip. She hadn't known he was this strong. She laid her head against his chest and wrapped her hands around his neck. He smelled faintly of peppermint. She took a deep breath. "Fizzing Whizbees," he whispered as the portrait swung open.
Her body lay relaxed on his chest. She was so light. He edged through the portrait, careful not to hurt her. She smelled softly of lavender. He took the scent in and it made his head swim. He was carrying a beautiful girl, and she was...well, not fighting it. The only other girl he'd carried was Ginny. Hermione took a sharp breath and he looked down. She was falling asleep. He couldn't take her up to her dormitory, boys couldn't even climb the stairs since they couldnt be "trusted". You don't want to let go of her do you. Yes I....he stopped. Did he? It felt so nice to have her in his arms. He walked over to the couch. He sat down, and as if planned Hermione curled up around him. He couldn't put her down now. She looked so cute, lying here on his lap.... He looked up at the clock. 4 am. No wonder he was so tired. He looked down at the sleeping girl in his lap. He began stroking her hair. Her hair was so soft. Wait...what am I doing! I'm stroking Hermione's hair! He was too drowsy to care, and instead drifted off to sleep...