(A/N: Here it is....Chapter 2! I was only planning on the one chapter, but I love all my 'fans' so much, I updated for you! *AHEM* I understand everybody has freedom of speech, and can express their opinions. So now I will express mine. My story rocks, Chris and Mandy! :-P lol! Oh, and be sure to read "Harry Potter and the Spatula of Doom". I am quiet proud of it! ^_^ And finally, YES, Hermoine is OoC. But that is what makes the story funny funny ;) Oh, and we'll say that they're in fifth year. The story isn't "accurate", so they won't be going to Sirius's. Enjoy!)
Ron was confused, but that's nothing new. He tried to look on the positive side. Like, yes, Hermione did like him. And yes, if she wasn't "saving herself" she most likely would have done 'that' with him. And they had made out. Not too bad, Ron decided, before going to sleep.
He awoke with a start the next morning. It was late, and his mum was probably quite pissed he had slept all this time. Ron jumped out of bed, landed on Crookshanks, who bit his ankle, and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. The door was locked. "Marvelous," Ron mumbled. He knocked on the door. "Hurry up in there! I don't want to miss breakfast!" At that moment, the door swung open to reveal Hermione, hair dripping, with a blue towel wrapped around herself. The bathroom smelled like candlewax and some sort of flower.
"Hey, Ron. Sorry to keep you waiting," she said, voice low, before planting a wet kiss on his cheek and walking off to her room to get changed.
After a very unsexy and cold shower, Ron got dressed and hurried downstairs for breakfast. Mrs. Weasley was slamming plates around, a furious look on her face.
"Had a bit of a lie-in today, huh?" she asked Ron, as she flung some sausages on his plate.
"Sorry, Mum," Ron said. She usually didn't get too upset if anyone slept in, unless she had told them to wake up early the night before. A horrible thought pushed its way into Ron's head. What if his mum knew what he had been doing last night? "Sorry," he mumbled again.
"No, Ron, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you," Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded kinder now, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just your idiot brothers decided to pour something into the porrige I was cooking. All I know is I took a bite, and I began sneezing fireballs."
Ron could see Fred and George in the garden, de-gnoming. He began to eat quickly, while Mrs. Weasley muttered something about "damned Weasley Wizarding Wheezes of whatever they call it". Ron quickly put his plate in the sink, and walked out the door. Hermione was sitting in a lawn-chair, half-reading a book, half-watching Fred and George torture the gnomes.
"Hey," Ron said, sitting next to her. She looked at him and smiled. Ron gave her a quick kiss when he was quite sure Fred and George weren't looking.
"Ron, get off of me!" Hermione pushed him away. "God, all you want to do is make out, and we never talk anymore." She glared at him, with wide puppy-dog eyes. "We were friends before we were lovers."
Ron shook his head. Hermione was acting as if they had been married for years. But he was also elated that she had called them "lovers". "What'll we talk about, then?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Let's talk about all the things I want to do to you tonite," Hermoine purred, and began whispering things into Ron's ear that made him turn beet red.
"Ron? Ron? Ronald!" Someone was shaking him, and his head snapped up. Mrs. Weasley was standing over him, looking angry. "You fell asleep. And I'll bet those two," she jabbed a thumb at the window, where Fred and George were tossing a gnome back and forth, "had something to do with it." As she stormed outside to scream at his brothers, Ron slunk upstairs.
"I can't get her out of my head, you know? I dream about her. No, I fantasize about her. I want her. You know what I'm saying?" Ron asked, and Pigwidgeon hooted in agreement. Ron chuckled. "And now, I'm asking an owl to solve my problems."
(A/N: I know, very short, but I'm very busy. Sorry. I'll try and update soon.)
Ron was confused, but that's nothing new. He tried to look on the positive side. Like, yes, Hermione did like him. And yes, if she wasn't "saving herself" she most likely would have done 'that' with him. And they had made out. Not too bad, Ron decided, before going to sleep.
He awoke with a start the next morning. It was late, and his mum was probably quite pissed he had slept all this time. Ron jumped out of bed, landed on Crookshanks, who bit his ankle, and ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. The door was locked. "Marvelous," Ron mumbled. He knocked on the door. "Hurry up in there! I don't want to miss breakfast!" At that moment, the door swung open to reveal Hermione, hair dripping, with a blue towel wrapped around herself. The bathroom smelled like candlewax and some sort of flower.
"Hey, Ron. Sorry to keep you waiting," she said, voice low, before planting a wet kiss on his cheek and walking off to her room to get changed.
After a very unsexy and cold shower, Ron got dressed and hurried downstairs for breakfast. Mrs. Weasley was slamming plates around, a furious look on her face.
"Had a bit of a lie-in today, huh?" she asked Ron, as she flung some sausages on his plate.
"Sorry, Mum," Ron said. She usually didn't get too upset if anyone slept in, unless she had told them to wake up early the night before. A horrible thought pushed its way into Ron's head. What if his mum knew what he had been doing last night? "Sorry," he mumbled again.
"No, Ron, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you," Mrs. Weasley's voice sounded kinder now, and Ron breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just your idiot brothers decided to pour something into the porrige I was cooking. All I know is I took a bite, and I began sneezing fireballs."
Ron could see Fred and George in the garden, de-gnoming. He began to eat quickly, while Mrs. Weasley muttered something about "damned Weasley Wizarding Wheezes of whatever they call it". Ron quickly put his plate in the sink, and walked out the door. Hermione was sitting in a lawn-chair, half-reading a book, half-watching Fred and George torture the gnomes.
"Hey," Ron said, sitting next to her. She looked at him and smiled. Ron gave her a quick kiss when he was quite sure Fred and George weren't looking.
"Ron, get off of me!" Hermione pushed him away. "God, all you want to do is make out, and we never talk anymore." She glared at him, with wide puppy-dog eyes. "We were friends before we were lovers."
Ron shook his head. Hermione was acting as if they had been married for years. But he was also elated that she had called them "lovers". "What'll we talk about, then?" he asked, looking into her eyes.
"Let's talk about all the things I want to do to you tonite," Hermoine purred, and began whispering things into Ron's ear that made him turn beet red.
"Ron? Ron? Ronald!" Someone was shaking him, and his head snapped up. Mrs. Weasley was standing over him, looking angry. "You fell asleep. And I'll bet those two," she jabbed a thumb at the window, where Fred and George were tossing a gnome back and forth, "had something to do with it." As she stormed outside to scream at his brothers, Ron slunk upstairs.
"I can't get her out of my head, you know? I dream about her. No, I fantasize about her. I want her. You know what I'm saying?" Ron asked, and Pigwidgeon hooted in agreement. Ron chuckled. "And now, I'm asking an owl to solve my problems."
(A/N: I know, very short, but I'm very busy. Sorry. I'll try and update soon.)