Chapstick
Chapter 1
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters or Harry Potter, but I do own this fanfiction... so paws off!
Summary : It's their 6th year and Ron cannot wait anymore. He tells her how she feels and tastes the wonderfullness of love, chapstick, and many kisses to come. Will be a short fic, but with still conatin more than two chapters, I hope so.
Feelings and a Kiss
Why, oh why don't I just say it? I love you, Hermione!, Ron's thoughts echoed in his head as he watched Hermione, her bushy hair falling over her eyes as she wrote a two-foot long essay, without a trace of exasperation in her face or eyes. Hermione seemed to notice his stare, for the next second she looked up to Ron, who's eyes were lingering upon her, but he quickly turned them away.
Why doesn't he just say it? It isn't that difficult to sayI love you... but, maybe, should I be the one saying it? Hermione wondered, not paying anymore attention to her essay. Ron, she knew, had had a crush on her since third year, ,atleast. That was when he started to look at me bizzarly, when his arguments became even more pointless, and when he became awkward everytime a romantic, or even friendly approach would come in between them. Her own eyes were lingering upon Ron, who was determinedly not looking at her. But I knew it since the first. She thought. I knew we were meant to be, or atleast something in those words. Haven't I waited long enough? I worked so much just for him, making him jalous with Krum, and the only reason why I tried to look beautiful at the yule ball, is for him. So he can be attracted. But I would've thought he would have told me by then. No, he didn't. I abandoned most of the prospects, simply letting my hair busuh around me, and letting go of Krum. Oh, do I really have to tell him myself?
Should I just say it allowed? Ron thought. Hermione, I love you! The words echoed in his head. He knew the moment was perfect, with only themselves in the common room, Harry gone upstairs out of sleepiness. It was obvious that Harry knew that Ron liked her, but Harry had never said anything about it. I love you. Can yo hear me? No... but one day you will, Hermione, you will. Ron stared at Hermione again, who was looking at him dreamily. And the day is now. Determined, he blurted the words.
"Hermineeluvnu" he said.
"What?" said Hermione, looking confused yet still dreamy.
"Hermione..." his voice trailed off, his face turning redder than his hair.
"Yes, Ron?" for some reason, Hermione looked hopeful. Ron stared at her. Her magnificent eyes, luxurious lips and shiny coat of bushy hair...
"I..." he took a deap breathe. "Hermione, I..."
"Ron, you...?" Hermione said, hope gleaming in her eyes. Maybe he understands! Maybe he will tell me what I have dreamt of for so long... "Do you..." Hermione could not terminate her phrase, but Ron stared at her, and did the job.
"Hermione, I love you." He said firmly, his heart pounding. I did it. I did it, and now she is oging to hit me. She is going to make a face, and never speak to me again.
Hermione stared at Ron, her face dazzled in awe. She's going to say it. Ron thought, bracing himself for her shout.
"Ron..." she said. "I love you too."
Ron had not quite understood what she had said, but as the words echoed in his head he understand the meaning of them. She loved him!
Ron stared at her again. Hermione, staring dreamily at Ron, the perfection, the lady of Ron's dreams. Hermione approached Ron, their noses almost touching. Ron knew what was comign next. He himself leaned forwards, and kissed her lightly. The taste of strawberries and kiwi rested on his lips, and as he licked them, he realised it was chapstick.
He kissed her again. Hermione placed her right hand on Ron's neck, the other on his shoulder. The simple touch of her fingers made him shiver with lust and delight.
Hermione came back to her senses to lock at the clock, realising it was a whopping 2:30 in the morning.
"Ron – I-I think we ought to go to bed..." she said.
Ron stared at her, loving her with pure passion. "Yes..." he shook his head and came back to his senses. "Yes." They both hugged goodnight, and walke don to different paths, both feeling the taste of love and chapstick.
Chapter 2 to be up soon! I hope you enjoyed :D
Chapter 1
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters or Harry Potter, but I do own this fanfiction... so paws off!
Summary : It's their 6th year and Ron cannot wait anymore. He tells her how she feels and tastes the wonderfullness of love, chapstick, and many kisses to come. Will be a short fic, but with still conatin more than two chapters, I hope so.
Feelings and a Kiss
Why, oh why don't I just say it? I love you, Hermione!, Ron's thoughts echoed in his head as he watched Hermione, her bushy hair falling over her eyes as she wrote a two-foot long essay, without a trace of exasperation in her face or eyes. Hermione seemed to notice his stare, for the next second she looked up to Ron, who's eyes were lingering upon her, but he quickly turned them away.
Why doesn't he just say it? It isn't that difficult to sayI love you... but, maybe, should I be the one saying it? Hermione wondered, not paying anymore attention to her essay. Ron, she knew, had had a crush on her since third year, ,atleast. That was when he started to look at me bizzarly, when his arguments became even more pointless, and when he became awkward everytime a romantic, or even friendly approach would come in between them. Her own eyes were lingering upon Ron, who was determinedly not looking at her. But I knew it since the first. She thought. I knew we were meant to be, or atleast something in those words. Haven't I waited long enough? I worked so much just for him, making him jalous with Krum, and the only reason why I tried to look beautiful at the yule ball, is for him. So he can be attracted. But I would've thought he would have told me by then. No, he didn't. I abandoned most of the prospects, simply letting my hair busuh around me, and letting go of Krum. Oh, do I really have to tell him myself?
Should I just say it allowed? Ron thought. Hermione, I love you! The words echoed in his head. He knew the moment was perfect, with only themselves in the common room, Harry gone upstairs out of sleepiness. It was obvious that Harry knew that Ron liked her, but Harry had never said anything about it. I love you. Can yo hear me? No... but one day you will, Hermione, you will. Ron stared at Hermione again, who was looking at him dreamily. And the day is now. Determined, he blurted the words.
"Hermineeluvnu" he said.
"What?" said Hermione, looking confused yet still dreamy.
"Hermione..." his voice trailed off, his face turning redder than his hair.
"Yes, Ron?" for some reason, Hermione looked hopeful. Ron stared at her. Her magnificent eyes, luxurious lips and shiny coat of bushy hair...
"I..." he took a deap breathe. "Hermione, I..."
"Ron, you...?" Hermione said, hope gleaming in her eyes. Maybe he understands! Maybe he will tell me what I have dreamt of for so long... "Do you..." Hermione could not terminate her phrase, but Ron stared at her, and did the job.
"Hermione, I love you." He said firmly, his heart pounding. I did it. I did it, and now she is oging to hit me. She is going to make a face, and never speak to me again.
Hermione stared at Ron, her face dazzled in awe. She's going to say it. Ron thought, bracing himself for her shout.
"Ron..." she said. "I love you too."
Ron had not quite understood what she had said, but as the words echoed in his head he understand the meaning of them. She loved him!
Ron stared at her again. Hermione, staring dreamily at Ron, the perfection, the lady of Ron's dreams. Hermione approached Ron, their noses almost touching. Ron knew what was comign next. He himself leaned forwards, and kissed her lightly. The taste of strawberries and kiwi rested on his lips, and as he licked them, he realised it was chapstick.
He kissed her again. Hermione placed her right hand on Ron's neck, the other on his shoulder. The simple touch of her fingers made him shiver with lust and delight.
Hermione came back to her senses to lock at the clock, realising it was a whopping 2:30 in the morning.
"Ron – I-I think we ought to go to bed..." she said.
Ron stared at her, loving her with pure passion. "Yes..." he shook his head and came back to his senses. "Yes." They both hugged goodnight, and walke don to different paths, both feeling the taste of love and chapstick.
Chapter 2 to be up soon! I hope you enjoyed :D