Chapter 3
" . . . as she lets him go. Going down to nowhere . . . " --Something To Sleep To by Michelle Branch
"Hermione," said Ron, "you never told me about who you love." They were nestled into a couch in an obscure corner of the common room. It wasn't close to the fire, but that was all right; they were keeping each other warm.
Hermione smiled. "Well," she said, "he's the bravest person I know. He has the worst temper, but he's so cute when he's mad. I know he'd do anything for me, and when I'm in his arms," she snuggled closer to him, "I feel safe. Like nothing can touch us. It used to be hell to be around him, not able to touch him," she caressed his face with her fingers, "or rest my head on his shoulder," she lay her curly head on his shoulder and he kissed her head. "But not being with him was worse. It was like half of me was missing and I didn't know where to find it."
"Does he know how you feel?" Ron asked. He had an inkling of the answer.
"He does now," Hermione softly replied. They shared a passionate kiss, each knowing that they were finally complete with the other.
* * *
"Ron, where are we going?" Hermione asked. After spending two months with Ron, Hermione had learned to trust him implicitly, but that did nothing to curb her curiosity.
"You'll see," said Ron. When they had returned from Hogsmeade earlier that after noon, Ron had told Hermione he had a surprise for her. He'd blindfolded her and was leading her through the corridors of Hogwarts.
"How much further?" she asked.
"Actually," Ron said, "we're her. Don't take off the blindfold!" he had seen her reaching to untie the knots. "Wait here for a minute."
Hermione was left standing in the hallway until she heard a door open to her right. Ron took her hand again and led her into the room he had just opened. He took the blindfold off of her.
Hermione looked around the room and gasped. Several candles, giving it a delicate glow dimly lighted the room. A cozy carpet was beneath her feet. A large bed stood in the middle of the room, with a purple cover and filmy white hangings. Hermione had never seen a more beautiful bedroom. She looked at Ron.
"Ron," she said, "does this mean what I think it means? Do you want to -- "
He nodded. "But, Hermione, before anything else happens, I need you to know that I respect you. If you want to, if you don't think you're ready, I think we should leave. I don't want to do anything we would regret."
Hermione know in that moment what she wanted to do. "I love you, Ron," she said. "I am *not* going to regret this." She took his hand and kissed his lips, then lead him to the bed.
"Hermione," Ron said, "I've never done this before," he looked very uncertain.
"Neither have I," she said. "Promise not to laugh at me?"
Ron smiled. "Only if you don't laugh at me."
"I could never laugh at you. I love you too much."
"You know what I think we should do now?"
"What?"
"Be quiet," Ron said, "and explore this incredibly interesting new subject of each other."
"That," said Hermione, "sounds like a very good idea."
* * *
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night. She almost panicked when she realized she wasn't in her dormitory. But then she felt Ron's strong arms around her middle. She turned on her other side so she could watch him sleeping. She smiled, then frowned. Making love to Ron had been everything she'd expected it to be, physically. He'd taken great care to ensure it was satisfying for both of them. While it had at times been clumsy and awkward, Hermione had never had a more intense experience. She felt like their souls had melted together to become one. Not that she minded sharing a soul with Ron, she just felt like something was missing. She didn't feel like it had been fulfilling for her; and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.
A/N: Hope you all liked this chapter! I have a total of 7 reviews at the moment, so please review a lot! The next chapter should be up soon, because I'm going to write it right now. I hope you like where this is going! I plan to finish it, even if I only have 7 reviews. Is it really that bad? I'm slightly sad, because I think this is my favorite one to write, and nobody likes it. Review please!
" . . . as she lets him go. Going down to nowhere . . . " --Something To Sleep To by Michelle Branch
"Hermione," said Ron, "you never told me about who you love." They were nestled into a couch in an obscure corner of the common room. It wasn't close to the fire, but that was all right; they were keeping each other warm.
Hermione smiled. "Well," she said, "he's the bravest person I know. He has the worst temper, but he's so cute when he's mad. I know he'd do anything for me, and when I'm in his arms," she snuggled closer to him, "I feel safe. Like nothing can touch us. It used to be hell to be around him, not able to touch him," she caressed his face with her fingers, "or rest my head on his shoulder," she lay her curly head on his shoulder and he kissed her head. "But not being with him was worse. It was like half of me was missing and I didn't know where to find it."
"Does he know how you feel?" Ron asked. He had an inkling of the answer.
"He does now," Hermione softly replied. They shared a passionate kiss, each knowing that they were finally complete with the other.
* * *
"Ron, where are we going?" Hermione asked. After spending two months with Ron, Hermione had learned to trust him implicitly, but that did nothing to curb her curiosity.
"You'll see," said Ron. When they had returned from Hogsmeade earlier that after noon, Ron had told Hermione he had a surprise for her. He'd blindfolded her and was leading her through the corridors of Hogwarts.
"How much further?" she asked.
"Actually," Ron said, "we're her. Don't take off the blindfold!" he had seen her reaching to untie the knots. "Wait here for a minute."
Hermione was left standing in the hallway until she heard a door open to her right. Ron took her hand again and led her into the room he had just opened. He took the blindfold off of her.
Hermione looked around the room and gasped. Several candles, giving it a delicate glow dimly lighted the room. A cozy carpet was beneath her feet. A large bed stood in the middle of the room, with a purple cover and filmy white hangings. Hermione had never seen a more beautiful bedroom. She looked at Ron.
"Ron," she said, "does this mean what I think it means? Do you want to -- "
He nodded. "But, Hermione, before anything else happens, I need you to know that I respect you. If you want to, if you don't think you're ready, I think we should leave. I don't want to do anything we would regret."
Hermione know in that moment what she wanted to do. "I love you, Ron," she said. "I am *not* going to regret this." She took his hand and kissed his lips, then lead him to the bed.
"Hermione," Ron said, "I've never done this before," he looked very uncertain.
"Neither have I," she said. "Promise not to laugh at me?"
Ron smiled. "Only if you don't laugh at me."
"I could never laugh at you. I love you too much."
"You know what I think we should do now?"
"What?"
"Be quiet," Ron said, "and explore this incredibly interesting new subject of each other."
"That," said Hermione, "sounds like a very good idea."
* * *
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night. She almost panicked when she realized she wasn't in her dormitory. But then she felt Ron's strong arms around her middle. She turned on her other side so she could watch him sleeping. She smiled, then frowned. Making love to Ron had been everything she'd expected it to be, physically. He'd taken great care to ensure it was satisfying for both of them. While it had at times been clumsy and awkward, Hermione had never had a more intense experience. She felt like their souls had melted together to become one. Not that she minded sharing a soul with Ron, she just felt like something was missing. She didn't feel like it had been fulfilling for her; and she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.
A/N: Hope you all liked this chapter! I have a total of 7 reviews at the moment, so please review a lot! The next chapter should be up soon, because I'm going to write it right now. I hope you like where this is going! I plan to finish it, even if I only have 7 reviews. Is it really that bad? I'm slightly sad, because I think this is my favorite one to write, and nobody likes it. Review please!