Chapter 5
"Hermione! Hermione!" Ron was running the fastest he'd ever ran. Next to the fire stood Hermione, as beautiful and ALIVE as ever. Hermione looked up as he got closer. "RON!" she broke into a run towards him. Like a scene from a movie, they ran towards each other and into the others embrace. "O Hermione, you were dead, and I wasn't in time to save you" "O Ron, the dementors, they kissed you and I couldn't get to you I was behind bars I couldn't reach you. Hermione broke into sobs as he gently rubbed her back.
"Its ok 'Mione, I'm here," he took her face in his hands and tipped it up. Her eyes were were bloodshot and her face wet, and she looked as beautiful as ever, "see, I'm right here." "Ron, I have something to tell you," she sniffed as she looked up into Ron's eyes, "I love it when you call me 'Mione." Ron hesitated. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
Their lips met and Hermione closed her eyes. It wasnt a big wet sloppy kiss, like the ones Viktor used to try and give her, it was a soft, sweet and gentle peck. Ron pulled away and looked at her. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too" She couldn't believe shed just done that. All those years of denying it, and it had come as easily as that. Then all of a sudden the rush of the rainbow came as the world around her faded. "NOOO!!!." She screamed. She didn't want this moment to end. And then her world went black.
Ron was in his bed in his dormitory. How did he get here.... last thing he remembered was sitting on the couch downstairs. Hermione was on the floor in front of him, and Harry was at the door. He was going to Quidditch.... He slowly got up and got dressed. He went out onto the staircase and looked up at the steps leading towards the girls dormitories. As if planned Hermione came out at the moment and their eyes met. "Er....do you know how we got to our beds," Ron started awkwardly. He blushed. He was talking about her bed.
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Um...... we should ask Harry."
The two made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch, expecting to find Harry at the practice hed said hed be going to. What they found was completely unexpected. A fullblown Quidditch game was going on. Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. The sound of Lee Jordan's voice wafted over the crowds "Ravenclaw scores! Gryffindoor is still in the lead, 60 to 50. Nice swerve by Buckerly, Oy! That's a fowl!.." Hermione suddenly stopped "Ron, Ron what's the date today," she gasped.
"Um, last time I knew it was Wednesday." He didn't really get the point here.
"The match that's going on right now is set for FRIDAY! We've been gone for 2 days!
"What, bloody hell Hermione, you aren't making any sense."
"I've missed 2 days of classes! What am I going to do! OO I'm going to KILL Harry!
"'Mione, calm down!"
But that was the trigger word. Hermione fell to the ground as the memories of the past 2 days came back to her in a whoosh of sound and color. Ron knelt down next to her. "'Mione, whats the matter!" She opened her eyes. She was staring up into Ron's eyes. She could see the fear in them. "O Ron" she pulled him down and kissed him.
"Bloody Hell Hermione!" he pulled away as she fell back down on the ground. Why did you pull away, you liked it. In truth he did, but as the past 2 days memories came back to him, the sight of Hermione was enough to make him cry. He crawled backwards and stumbled across the ground. "Ron wait!" she was on the verge of tears. Ron stood up and ran back towards the castle. He didn't stop until he reached the Gryffindor common room. The only people in there were 2 feverish 5th years studying for their OWLS, the rest were at the Quidditch Game. He waited for the 5th years to go back to studying and slid to the corner. Last year when playing gobstones, one had rolled to the corner and he'd had to go find it. Instead, he had found a secret room. Only him and Harry knew about it, and they used it often to hide and study. He tapped the paintings nose and whispered "granado" he then walked through the painting and into the room. Inside was a small table, and 2 chairs. His wizards chess set lay in the corner as did some quills and ink. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands. He loved her, yet he had pushed her away. Should he tell her he loved her? Yes that would be the best thing to do. "I didn't ask you," he growled. He soon heard loud voices. The Game was over. And from what he heard, Gryffindor had won. "I should go congratulate Harry," he said, to no one in particular.
"So should I" Ron jumped an inch out of his chair. He hastily stood up, his chair crashing to the ground. Behind him on the window ledge, was Hermione. "When did you get here!" he yelled.
"An hour ago. But you didn't notice."
"How did you find out about this room, did you follow me ,"He shot an accusatory glance at her as he started pacing the room, "what was that stuff. Where did we go. What happened"
"Well, right now my head is a little dizzy, but its a powder used for...er......making people live out ludacris things." Why had she lied? She knew for a fact it made people live out their worst fears.
"O, of course. No wonder. Mine was completely out of the question." She could tell Ron was lying. Every time he did his eyes glazed over and he got all tough.
"Same with mine. Completely impossible." She looked out the window and tried hard not to cry. "I should be going.....you know congratulate Harry,"she said choking back tears.
"Me too, you know, he's ... waiting for me, I'm his best friend after all, his breath caught in his throat. They both rushed out of the room at the same time, and into the crowd of celebrating Gryffindors. Harry was in the middle, laughing with Neville about Draco's look of astonishment. He spied Ron and Hermione working his way to him, and rushed out the portrait hole.
"Damnit," Ron yelled. Hermione looked at him. Ron's face was turning red, and his eyes had flames. He looked so sexy. "O No, not again," she turned away from Ron and started up the stairs. She stopped at the top and sat down. She loved him. Why couldn't she tell him! She went up to her room and changed into her pajamas. She laid down and soon fell asleep, listening to the crowd below.
Ron made his way through the crowd slowly but surely. Everyone wanted to know where he'd been. All he could tell them was that he had gone home for a few days. After half an hour he had made it to the stairs. He climbed to the top and sat down. He loved her, why couldn't he just tell her that! He'd said it before. No one was coming, and wouldn't be for a while. He stood up and faced the door to the boys dormitory. "Hermione, I lllll... I... lll." He gulped. Ok lets try again. "Hermione, I lum you." That wasn't right. "Hermione, I love you." as if he had been holding his breath, a gasp of air sounded. But it wasn't him....
"Hermione! Hermione!" Ron was running the fastest he'd ever ran. Next to the fire stood Hermione, as beautiful and ALIVE as ever. Hermione looked up as he got closer. "RON!" she broke into a run towards him. Like a scene from a movie, they ran towards each other and into the others embrace. "O Hermione, you were dead, and I wasn't in time to save you" "O Ron, the dementors, they kissed you and I couldn't get to you I was behind bars I couldn't reach you. Hermione broke into sobs as he gently rubbed her back.
"Its ok 'Mione, I'm here," he took her face in his hands and tipped it up. Her eyes were were bloodshot and her face wet, and she looked as beautiful as ever, "see, I'm right here." "Ron, I have something to tell you," she sniffed as she looked up into Ron's eyes, "I love it when you call me 'Mione." Ron hesitated. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
Their lips met and Hermione closed her eyes. It wasnt a big wet sloppy kiss, like the ones Viktor used to try and give her, it was a soft, sweet and gentle peck. Ron pulled away and looked at her. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too" She couldn't believe shed just done that. All those years of denying it, and it had come as easily as that. Then all of a sudden the rush of the rainbow came as the world around her faded. "NOOO!!!." She screamed. She didn't want this moment to end. And then her world went black.
Ron was in his bed in his dormitory. How did he get here.... last thing he remembered was sitting on the couch downstairs. Hermione was on the floor in front of him, and Harry was at the door. He was going to Quidditch.... He slowly got up and got dressed. He went out onto the staircase and looked up at the steps leading towards the girls dormitories. As if planned Hermione came out at the moment and their eyes met. "Er....do you know how we got to our beds," Ron started awkwardly. He blushed. He was talking about her bed.
"I was going to ask you the same thing. Um...... we should ask Harry."
The two made their way down to the Quidditch Pitch, expecting to find Harry at the practice hed said hed be going to. What they found was completely unexpected. A fullblown Quidditch game was going on. Gryffindor against Ravenclaw. The sound of Lee Jordan's voice wafted over the crowds "Ravenclaw scores! Gryffindoor is still in the lead, 60 to 50. Nice swerve by Buckerly, Oy! That's a fowl!.." Hermione suddenly stopped "Ron, Ron what's the date today," she gasped.
"Um, last time I knew it was Wednesday." He didn't really get the point here.
"The match that's going on right now is set for FRIDAY! We've been gone for 2 days!
"What, bloody hell Hermione, you aren't making any sense."
"I've missed 2 days of classes! What am I going to do! OO I'm going to KILL Harry!
"'Mione, calm down!"
But that was the trigger word. Hermione fell to the ground as the memories of the past 2 days came back to her in a whoosh of sound and color. Ron knelt down next to her. "'Mione, whats the matter!" She opened her eyes. She was staring up into Ron's eyes. She could see the fear in them. "O Ron" she pulled him down and kissed him.
"Bloody Hell Hermione!" he pulled away as she fell back down on the ground. Why did you pull away, you liked it. In truth he did, but as the past 2 days memories came back to him, the sight of Hermione was enough to make him cry. He crawled backwards and stumbled across the ground. "Ron wait!" she was on the verge of tears. Ron stood up and ran back towards the castle. He didn't stop until he reached the Gryffindor common room. The only people in there were 2 feverish 5th years studying for their OWLS, the rest were at the Quidditch Game. He waited for the 5th years to go back to studying and slid to the corner. Last year when playing gobstones, one had rolled to the corner and he'd had to go find it. Instead, he had found a secret room. Only him and Harry knew about it, and they used it often to hide and study. He tapped the paintings nose and whispered "granado" he then walked through the painting and into the room. Inside was a small table, and 2 chairs. His wizards chess set lay in the corner as did some quills and ink. He sat down at the table and put his head in his hands. He loved her, yet he had pushed her away. Should he tell her he loved her? Yes that would be the best thing to do. "I didn't ask you," he growled. He soon heard loud voices. The Game was over. And from what he heard, Gryffindor had won. "I should go congratulate Harry," he said, to no one in particular.
"So should I" Ron jumped an inch out of his chair. He hastily stood up, his chair crashing to the ground. Behind him on the window ledge, was Hermione. "When did you get here!" he yelled.
"An hour ago. But you didn't notice."
"How did you find out about this room, did you follow me ,"He shot an accusatory glance at her as he started pacing the room, "what was that stuff. Where did we go. What happened"
"Well, right now my head is a little dizzy, but its a powder used for...er......making people live out ludacris things." Why had she lied? She knew for a fact it made people live out their worst fears.
"O, of course. No wonder. Mine was completely out of the question." She could tell Ron was lying. Every time he did his eyes glazed over and he got all tough.
"Same with mine. Completely impossible." She looked out the window and tried hard not to cry. "I should be going.....you know congratulate Harry,"she said choking back tears.
"Me too, you know, he's ... waiting for me, I'm his best friend after all, his breath caught in his throat. They both rushed out of the room at the same time, and into the crowd of celebrating Gryffindors. Harry was in the middle, laughing with Neville about Draco's look of astonishment. He spied Ron and Hermione working his way to him, and rushed out the portrait hole.
"Damnit," Ron yelled. Hermione looked at him. Ron's face was turning red, and his eyes had flames. He looked so sexy. "O No, not again," she turned away from Ron and started up the stairs. She stopped at the top and sat down. She loved him. Why couldn't she tell him! She went up to her room and changed into her pajamas. She laid down and soon fell asleep, listening to the crowd below.
Ron made his way through the crowd slowly but surely. Everyone wanted to know where he'd been. All he could tell them was that he had gone home for a few days. After half an hour he had made it to the stairs. He climbed to the top and sat down. He loved her, why couldn't he just tell her that! He'd said it before. No one was coming, and wouldn't be for a while. He stood up and faced the door to the boys dormitory. "Hermione, I lllll... I... lll." He gulped. Ok lets try again. "Hermione, I lum you." That wasn't right. "Hermione, I love you." as if he had been holding his breath, a gasp of air sounded. But it wasn't him....