This Chapter was originally seven written pages. I had to cut it into two chapters. This would have been up last night only I had to rewrite this and Chapter 19(before I spilt them) twice, and then a third time when I decided to split it.
WARNING :: MEGA ULTRA FLUFF AHEAD!
Oh yeah, I don't own anything. I just set the characters loose in comprimising situations and see what happens.
Just Friends? :: Chapter Eighteen – Ron
"Ginny?"
"Uh-huh?" She asked, looked up from her Charms essay.
"Can you do something for me?"
"Sure."
"You know how me and Hermione have been making a lot of time for Harry these last couple of weeks?"
"Yeah."
"I want to surprise her."
"How?"
"Just take her somewhere quiet. So we can be alone for a while."
"And you need me to... what?"
"Get her to come to the Astronomy Tower tonight."
"Sure." Ginny went up to the girls' dormitory to talk to Hermione. Ginny knew her brother couldn't be a prat all the time, in fact, he was pretty sweet to Hermione. Ron went to talk to Harry.
"Hey mate?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I sneak off tonight to surprise Hermione? She's dealt with spending time together with you thing really well, so..."
"Yeah, go ahead."
"Thanks." He scrambled through the portrait; he was off to the Tower, he wanted everything to be perfect for Hermione.
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Ron was guiding Hermione to the tower by her hands, as she was blindfolded. He locked the door that lead to the Tower, and removed the fabric from her eyes.
"Oh Ron!" Hermione gasped; it was very beautiful. Candles were scattered everywhere, and there was a blanket in the middle of the floor.
"Surprised?" He asked, whispering into her ear.
"Very."
"Good." He flashed her his goofiest smile.
"And what it I wasn't?" She said, backing up against the wall.
"Then I might have to do this," he said, backing her up against the wall.
"Is that all?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Of course not." He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"And?"
"You know me all too well." He said, kissing her lips. Hermione leaned into the wall, causing Ron to fall closer to her. This intensified their kiss. Hermione was emitted little mewing noises, which Ron was responding to. His hands slid down to her hips. He stopped.
"It's okay."
"I'm getting carried away," he said, sitting on the blanket.
"It's okay, really." She said, sitting in his lap. She pressed her lips against his, with force. This caused him to have this intense need, to be with her, the same one that had caused him to get carried away that night at the Burrow.
"Are you sure? You won't regret anything?"
"Of course not! Why would you think that I would regret being with you?"
"Because you could do better."
"Yes I could."
"What?"
"Let me finish. There is no better for me, I want Ron Weasley. You are as good as it gets," she laid her head down on his chest, "I love you and nothing can ever change that." Ron lifted her to face him, so he could look into her eyes, looking into her soul. Her eyes always showed all these emotions, everything she felt for him. Sometimes, it was the helpful thing in the world. Other times, it scared him.