I can?t believe I just did that, Ron thought to himself as he lay in his sleeping bag.
I can?t believe I just kissed Hermione.
He repeated that to himself another three times, trying to let it sink in. I just kissed Hermione Granger, my best friend of 5 years. What was I thinking?
Wait, a voice in his mind said.
Don?t you feel happy after kissing her?
No, Ron argued defensively, but something in his heart leapt when the words Hermione and kiss came together. He turned to lie on his back, feeling utterly defeated. He turned to look at Harry, who was sleeping soundly. Harry?s kissed Cho before! Ron remembered, feeling a little better. He?s been through it! A wave of relief rushed through Ron as he realized he could always talk to Harry. He had half a mind to wake Harry up now, but as he looked at Harry?s tired face he realized this could always wait till tomorrow.
Or maybe not, Ron thought despairingly, as he sneaked a look across the Hall, trying to spot where Hermione was sleeping. She had come in quite a while after he arrived, and refused to look at where Harry and him were sleeping. They were supposed to be doing duty, but Ron had asked Ginny(who was a prefect too) to take over him that night. He saw a figure with long dark hair turning in her sleeping bag. Was that Hermione? Ron wondered. She must be awake too, like me, he thought. A sudden thought sprang up in his mind. Does she like me too? Ron wondered, a little amazed. His mind was suddenly open to a whole new world, which consisted of many moments with Hermione in close proximity with him. His heart raced at the thought. If she didn?t, we wouldn?t have kissed, would we? He thought back again, for the twentieth time, of how her lips felt on his. It was soft and wet yet... sweet... nice. He wished he could do it again. How was she feeling?
Ron gripped his head, suddenly feeling a wave of confusion and a headache building up. He didn?t have to think about all these in the past, he never used to care how Hermione felt, usually it was her looking out for him?
Ron fell into an uneasy sleep, and dreamt of Hermione crying and scolding him for leaving alone below the tree, and of Victor Krum coming to take her away...
I can?t believe I just kissed Hermione.
He repeated that to himself another three times, trying to let it sink in. I just kissed Hermione Granger, my best friend of 5 years. What was I thinking?
Wait, a voice in his mind said.
Don?t you feel happy after kissing her?
No, Ron argued defensively, but something in his heart leapt when the words Hermione and kiss came together. He turned to lie on his back, feeling utterly defeated. He turned to look at Harry, who was sleeping soundly. Harry?s kissed Cho before! Ron remembered, feeling a little better. He?s been through it! A wave of relief rushed through Ron as he realized he could always talk to Harry. He had half a mind to wake Harry up now, but as he looked at Harry?s tired face he realized this could always wait till tomorrow.
Or maybe not, Ron thought despairingly, as he sneaked a look across the Hall, trying to spot where Hermione was sleeping. She had come in quite a while after he arrived, and refused to look at where Harry and him were sleeping. They were supposed to be doing duty, but Ron had asked Ginny(who was a prefect too) to take over him that night. He saw a figure with long dark hair turning in her sleeping bag. Was that Hermione? Ron wondered. She must be awake too, like me, he thought. A sudden thought sprang up in his mind. Does she like me too? Ron wondered, a little amazed. His mind was suddenly open to a whole new world, which consisted of many moments with Hermione in close proximity with him. His heart raced at the thought. If she didn?t, we wouldn?t have kissed, would we? He thought back again, for the twentieth time, of how her lips felt on his. It was soft and wet yet... sweet... nice. He wished he could do it again. How was she feeling?
Ron gripped his head, suddenly feeling a wave of confusion and a headache building up. He didn?t have to think about all these in the past, he never used to care how Hermione felt, usually it was her looking out for him?
Ron fell into an uneasy sleep, and dreamt of Hermione crying and scolding him for leaving alone below the tree, and of Victor Krum coming to take her away...