Chapter 2 – Chapstick Vs. A Kiss
Hermione awoke, feeling passionate, somehow. She wiped her eyes with her fingers, removing the dried tears of happiness. At this, the feelings and happenings of last night drifted back to her, and she smiled her most loving smile. Such a wonderful night, she had shed tears of joy from happiness.
She dressed quickly, hoping to see Ron as soon as she could. She walke din the common room, where no one was there. She realised it was the first day of christmas vacations, and only she, Ron and Ginny had signed up. Harry had too, of course.
She checked the clock. It was only 6 :22, but she and Ron had silently agreeed to meet soon enough before Harry and Ginny could come.
"Hermione?" a familiar and lovable voice filled her eyes, and she turned to see Ron, who was still in a nightgown and was panting slightly.
"Good morning, Ron" she smiled. Ron was utterly adorable, all dischevelled and sweaty. She smiled to herself. Oh, she had never felt so good in her life. Grades are one thing, but love is the most wonderful feeling she ever felt, better than getting a perfect "O" in all her subjects, wich she had earned.
"Ron." She said, curious. "What are your OWL results?" It wasn't exactly like her to say that, but with Ron she could be as open as she liked.
Ron blushed slightly "I got an O in Defence Against the Dark Arts... but nothing very extraorindary apart from that." He said. "I know, I should'be done better."
"Ron, I didn't even expect you to be getting an "O"!" she exclaimed, proud and happy. But then she clappe dher hand over her mouth, thinking he may take that as a sort of insult.
"Well, thanks..." he said. His ears were slightly flushed, but he didn't care. He stared at Hermione, and Hermione stared at him. Hermione couldn't resist anymore. Just a kiss. Just a kiss. She thought. She wondered if he would mind, if last night's events were pure random. But somehow she knew that wasn't true. She knew Ron would love her.
She aproached him slowly, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The taste of chapstick filled Ron's lips again, this time of blueberry, as blueberry as her necklace she wore fondly upon her neck. She kissed him again, and Ron did the same. Soon, it was not enough. Hopefully, Hermione was the first to dare to open her mouth. Ron imitated her, his hands upon her back, hers' apon his shoulders. The taste overwhelmed him. She did not taste chapstick anymore. She only tasted Hermione, the most wonderful taste one could ever dream of. After wha tseemed like three seconds, but what was actually 4 minutes, they broke apart, and Hermione noticed something in the background that made her gasp. Ginny.
"Ginny?" she said quickly. Ron turned around fast, and his jaw dropped open, and he stared at Hermione again. Ginny closed her mouth, wich had been hanging open, and blushed crimson.
"Um... I'm sorry..." Ginny said, blushing redder and redder by the second.
"I-It's okay, Ginny." Hermione said, blushing herself. Ron was redder than Ginny. Oh, what an embarassing position! Thought Hermione.
"Em... so er, I think I'll just go to the library, if you don't mind..." she blushed. She walked off at the speed of light and dissapeared behind the portrait hole. Then someone else descended the stairway, and that was Harry. Fortunately, he had probably not seen anything. But he was quite red in the face.
"Er- so you two, are g-going out, right?" he said, embarassed.
"Well, yes." Said Hermione, slightly annoyed at the interuptions. "We are"
"Oh, um, okay." He said, and rushed to the portrait hole at his turn. Hermione and Ron stared at each other, embarasserd. They came back to their senses, and kissed again, longer and more passionately this time. After a while, they just stared at each other, lust in both pair of eyes. It was love, but no, not only for the two of them.
I hope you liked it.... Chapter 3 will feauture a tad bit of Ginny/Harry! I Hope you enjoy.
Hermione awoke, feeling passionate, somehow. She wiped her eyes with her fingers, removing the dried tears of happiness. At this, the feelings and happenings of last night drifted back to her, and she smiled her most loving smile. Such a wonderful night, she had shed tears of joy from happiness.
She dressed quickly, hoping to see Ron as soon as she could. She walke din the common room, where no one was there. She realised it was the first day of christmas vacations, and only she, Ron and Ginny had signed up. Harry had too, of course.
She checked the clock. It was only 6 :22, but she and Ron had silently agreeed to meet soon enough before Harry and Ginny could come.
"Hermione?" a familiar and lovable voice filled her eyes, and she turned to see Ron, who was still in a nightgown and was panting slightly.
"Good morning, Ron" she smiled. Ron was utterly adorable, all dischevelled and sweaty. She smiled to herself. Oh, she had never felt so good in her life. Grades are one thing, but love is the most wonderful feeling she ever felt, better than getting a perfect "O" in all her subjects, wich she had earned.
"Ron." She said, curious. "What are your OWL results?" It wasn't exactly like her to say that, but with Ron she could be as open as she liked.
Ron blushed slightly "I got an O in Defence Against the Dark Arts... but nothing very extraorindary apart from that." He said. "I know, I should'be done better."
"Ron, I didn't even expect you to be getting an "O"!" she exclaimed, proud and happy. But then she clappe dher hand over her mouth, thinking he may take that as a sort of insult.
"Well, thanks..." he said. His ears were slightly flushed, but he didn't care. He stared at Hermione, and Hermione stared at him. Hermione couldn't resist anymore. Just a kiss. Just a kiss. She thought. She wondered if he would mind, if last night's events were pure random. But somehow she knew that wasn't true. She knew Ron would love her.
She aproached him slowly, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
The taste of chapstick filled Ron's lips again, this time of blueberry, as blueberry as her necklace she wore fondly upon her neck. She kissed him again, and Ron did the same. Soon, it was not enough. Hopefully, Hermione was the first to dare to open her mouth. Ron imitated her, his hands upon her back, hers' apon his shoulders. The taste overwhelmed him. She did not taste chapstick anymore. She only tasted Hermione, the most wonderful taste one could ever dream of. After wha tseemed like three seconds, but what was actually 4 minutes, they broke apart, and Hermione noticed something in the background that made her gasp. Ginny.
"Ginny?" she said quickly. Ron turned around fast, and his jaw dropped open, and he stared at Hermione again. Ginny closed her mouth, wich had been hanging open, and blushed crimson.
"Um... I'm sorry..." Ginny said, blushing redder and redder by the second.
"I-It's okay, Ginny." Hermione said, blushing herself. Ron was redder than Ginny. Oh, what an embarassing position! Thought Hermione.
"Em... so er, I think I'll just go to the library, if you don't mind..." she blushed. She walked off at the speed of light and dissapeared behind the portrait hole. Then someone else descended the stairway, and that was Harry. Fortunately, he had probably not seen anything. But he was quite red in the face.
"Er- so you two, are g-going out, right?" he said, embarassed.
"Well, yes." Said Hermione, slightly annoyed at the interuptions. "We are"
"Oh, um, okay." He said, and rushed to the portrait hole at his turn. Hermione and Ron stared at each other, embarasserd. They came back to their senses, and kissed again, longer and more passionately this time. After a while, they just stared at each other, lust in both pair of eyes. It was love, but no, not only for the two of them.
I hope you liked it.... Chapter 3 will feauture a tad bit of Ginny/Harry! I Hope you enjoy.