Chapter 5
" . . . In my mind,
Everything we did was right . . . "
Hermione left the castle and went down to the lake. She encountered few students, which was what she wanted, not as many people would see her cry.
She fell to the ground underneath a tree and let her tears silently flow. Hermione recalled the night before and how good it had felt, how her never endings had sizzled with pain, then pleasure. And how her spirit had left her body, had melted with that of another person, and had been re-formed into tone being instead of two. It had felt so right, but now it seemed so wrong. How could it be wrong if it felt so right? But how could it be right if it felt so wrong?
Finally, the tears dried and she could think. But all the thoughts left her in a cloud of confusion. One voice, though, one thought reached out and grabbed her. What if this isn't forever? What will happen when she and Ron broke up? NO one had ever mentioned a long-term commitment. What if her soul was bound to someone she would part form? Has she really given that gift to someone she wouldn't stay with? She couldn't imagine life without Ron; just the thought of leaving him now was enough to make her feel like she was ripping in two.
It felt like there were two Hermiones inside her arguing about whom was right.
'How could I have slept with someone? I'm only seventeen. What happened to waiting until after graduation?'
'You know you love Ron and he loves you. There was nothing wrong with it.'
'Of course there was some thing wrong with it! Why would I feel this bad if there was nothing wrong?'
'Well, if you can't come up with a more substantial reason for it being wrong, just think of it as being right.'
'But I think it's wrong.'
'But you feel like it's right. Lots of people have sex; it's not that big a deal.'
'I think it *is* a big deal.'
'Listen, it felt good didn't it?'
'Better than I ever thought it would.'
'Then don't worry about it. If it feels good, it can't be as bad as you're making it out to be. Just talk to Ron, everything will be all right.'
'Are you sure?'
'Positive.'
'Okay.'
It was settled then. Hermione had nothing to worry about. She started to feel better. It was just her Gryffindor sentimentality getting the better of her.
Hermione quickly got up and went back to the castle. As she was walking to the library, she found who she was looking for.
* . . . Open your eyes I'll still be by your side . . . *
Ron was wandering the castle, looking for Hermione. "There you are!" he said. "I've been looking all over for you. I think we need to --"
But he never got to finish his sentence; he was cut off by Hermione's passionate kiss. Ron felt her hand travel down his body from his neck to his back to this thigh, where it gave a gentle squeeze. Her hand continued its journey and soon found itself in a more intimate area of his person. Hermione broke the kiss.
* . . . How could I ever have been so blind . . . *
"Is the Room of Requirement occupied?" she asked.
Ron looked at her. "Are you sure? This morning you seemed upset. I don't want to move too fast."
"That was this morning," Hermione said. "I thought about it and I'm perfectly fine with it now. I'm sure this is what I want."
"All right," he said. "If you're sure this is what you want."
Hermione nodded and led the way to the Room.
And despite the misgivings in his heart, Ron followed.
* . . . You give me something to sleep to at night . . . *
A/N: I hope you guys like where this is going! Someone reviewed and said that Hermione sounded sluttish. I'm sorry if that's the way she comes across, it was not my intention. She's just doing what she thinks is right and makes her happy. Review please; I want to know what you guys think! I hope to have the next chapter up soon!
" . . . In my mind,
Everything we did was right . . . "
Hermione left the castle and went down to the lake. She encountered few students, which was what she wanted, not as many people would see her cry.
She fell to the ground underneath a tree and let her tears silently flow. Hermione recalled the night before and how good it had felt, how her never endings had sizzled with pain, then pleasure. And how her spirit had left her body, had melted with that of another person, and had been re-formed into tone being instead of two. It had felt so right, but now it seemed so wrong. How could it be wrong if it felt so right? But how could it be right if it felt so wrong?
Finally, the tears dried and she could think. But all the thoughts left her in a cloud of confusion. One voice, though, one thought reached out and grabbed her. What if this isn't forever? What will happen when she and Ron broke up? NO one had ever mentioned a long-term commitment. What if her soul was bound to someone she would part form? Has she really given that gift to someone she wouldn't stay with? She couldn't imagine life without Ron; just the thought of leaving him now was enough to make her feel like she was ripping in two.
It felt like there were two Hermiones inside her arguing about whom was right.
'How could I have slept with someone? I'm only seventeen. What happened to waiting until after graduation?'
'You know you love Ron and he loves you. There was nothing wrong with it.'
'Of course there was some thing wrong with it! Why would I feel this bad if there was nothing wrong?'
'Well, if you can't come up with a more substantial reason for it being wrong, just think of it as being right.'
'But I think it's wrong.'
'But you feel like it's right. Lots of people have sex; it's not that big a deal.'
'I think it *is* a big deal.'
'Listen, it felt good didn't it?'
'Better than I ever thought it would.'
'Then don't worry about it. If it feels good, it can't be as bad as you're making it out to be. Just talk to Ron, everything will be all right.'
'Are you sure?'
'Positive.'
'Okay.'
It was settled then. Hermione had nothing to worry about. She started to feel better. It was just her Gryffindor sentimentality getting the better of her.
Hermione quickly got up and went back to the castle. As she was walking to the library, she found who she was looking for.
* . . . Open your eyes I'll still be by your side . . . *
Ron was wandering the castle, looking for Hermione. "There you are!" he said. "I've been looking all over for you. I think we need to --"
But he never got to finish his sentence; he was cut off by Hermione's passionate kiss. Ron felt her hand travel down his body from his neck to his back to this thigh, where it gave a gentle squeeze. Her hand continued its journey and soon found itself in a more intimate area of his person. Hermione broke the kiss.
* . . . How could I ever have been so blind . . . *
"Is the Room of Requirement occupied?" she asked.
Ron looked at her. "Are you sure? This morning you seemed upset. I don't want to move too fast."
"That was this morning," Hermione said. "I thought about it and I'm perfectly fine with it now. I'm sure this is what I want."
"All right," he said. "If you're sure this is what you want."
Hermione nodded and led the way to the Room.
And despite the misgivings in his heart, Ron followed.
* . . . You give me something to sleep to at night . . . *
A/N: I hope you guys like where this is going! Someone reviewed and said that Hermione sounded sluttish. I'm sorry if that's the way she comes across, it was not my intention. She's just doing what she thinks is right and makes her happy. Review please; I want to know what you guys think! I hope to have the next chapter up soon!