The Kiss
By: Diana_Silvermoon
Hermione sighed as she watched Ron play a "for fun" game of quidditch with Fred, George, and Harry. Today was day five at the burrow and Ron had yet to say three words to her. Fortunately the other Weaslys weren't so inconsiderate. She'd have gone mad if it hadn't been for Ginny. She more than anyone at the Burrow seemed genuinely pleased by her company.
Ron and Harry were her best friends, and she knew thy cared for her. Ron, especially recently, had seemed extra concerned for her welfare. Unfortunately when it came to spending time with both of them at once, she instantly became the third wheel.
Hermione felt the gentle pull of Ginny brushing her hair as her gaze fixed on Ron watched him catch a large red chaser. She watched he and Harry high-five eachother as a goal was slipped past the twins. She longed to be the one that close to Ron.
Harry was great, and she loved him dearly as a friend, but there was something about Ron. Her whole being seemed to ache for him. She longed to touch him; not even just in a girlfriendly way, just to spend one sweet moment of her life connected to him.
She continued to stare off into space as the play quidditch match ended and all four boys passed by her one by one as they entered the house. Each Hermione and Ginny received a pat on the heard from each of the twins as they entered the Burrow.
That afternoon Ginny and Mrs. Weasly went off for Groceries. Hermione would have gone, but she and Harry were in the midst of a particularly intense chess game at the time.
Harry was relating his most recent dream about Cho, as the pieces scurried along the board.
"And then, I look deeply into her yes, and she just kisses me right there on the quidditch field."
"Wow, Harry, that is quite strange. Check."
"Do you think the part about the quidditch game could be a sign for next season."
"If you believe that you've been listening to daft old Professor mad-as-a-cow Trelleway too much. Check" her knight scurried to take Harry's Queen. "If you look at it from a psychological point of view, it's more likely the manifestation of your repressed remorse over Cedric Didgory." Harry just stared blankly at her processing what she had just sad. Finally he nodded uncertainly.
"Fair enough" he said moving his rook to protect his king.
"Check" Hermione said keeping her eyes fixed on the board as Ron passed behind her. She could feel the blush rising to her cheeks. Harry caught sight of this and couldn't suppress the snicker in his throat.
"Bloody hell Hermione, you've gone red as a tomato." He whispered over the board. This was retorted with a sharp kick to the shin. "Ouch! Well you have," he said moving his legs out of her reach.
"Oh, Bollocks to you Potter!" She said in a harsh whisper. "Check" she said slightly louder, but no less annoyed as he bishop took Harry's rook.
"What are you two sniggering about?" Ron said with a smile as he sat down next to Hermione. Again she could feel he color rise to her cheeks. She shot Harry the "say one word and you're dead Potter" look"
"Oh nothing" Harry said with a smile moving his king to safety.
"Checkmate" Hermione said as her queen finally killed Harry's king.
"Ah, nice one Hermione." Ron said "Hey Harry, now that's over d'yer wanna go look at those quidditch mags that arrived today?"
"Sure" Harry said and with in moments Hermione became painfully aware of how alone she was in the kitchen. She closed her eyes and fought hard to suppress the tears that were struggling to leave her eyes.
Hermione smelt a whoosh of cologne as she felt a hand descend upon her shoulder.
"And just what do you think you are doing young lady?" she heard in a deep mock stern voice. She looked up into the face of George and tried to smile. "Hey, Hermione." He said taking the seat next to her "what's wrong?" he pulled out his handkerchief and dried the tears that now flowed freely from her eyes.
"Oh nothing" she said trying not to let her voice crack "Where is Fred?"
"Oh he's just upstairs sabotaging Percey's toothbrush." Hermione smiled. "There it is" George said with a wink "You've got such a lovely smile, Hermione, how could you ever come to hide it with those tears?"
'Oh…" Hermione said, "It's just Ron. We are suppose to be best friends right? But it seems like whenever he, Harry, and I get together he…"
"Is too busy crawling up Harry's arse to even say "Hello" to you?" Hermione just smiled and nodded "and I take it you fancy that daft little brother of mine?"
Hermione just blushed and looked down at the chessboard "Not that he'd ever want me anyway."
"Don't say that girl" George said tousling his hand through her curly brown hair. "There is no reason, I can think of why he shouldn't be thrilled to have a girl like you fancy him." He gently stroked her cheek, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb "You're smart, funny, charming, beautiful."
"You don't mean that." She said, again trying not to let her voice crack.
"Oh, but I do. It's all true, why just last night Fred and I were talking about it. We agreed that you would certainly then type of girl one would have to be mad to kick out of bed."
"Hermione smiled, blushed, and looked away. George gently took her face in his hand, and brought it to look at his. She could almost feel his soft hazel eyes burning into her soul as he leaned in and softly kissed the end of her nose. He brought his face back and smiled at her. She stared deeply inter his eyes as her bottom lip began to tremble. George leaned in once more and kissed her once again, this time on the lips. His hand moved down to her shoulder as he pulled her closer to him, drawing her deeper into the kiss. She felt her hand involuntarily move to the side of his face as her entire body began to tremble with the reality of the moment. When George drew back, smiling at her, she found her self still dumbstruck by the moment. He smiled once again, winked at her, and giving her a light tap on the nose coolly got up from his chair, only to stop dead in his tracks. Hermione's heart sank as she peered over her shoulder straight into the flushed red with anger face of Ron.