[A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! I hope to finish up in the next.. two chapters or so! The last one will be relatively short.. This one is where everything happens! Oh, and one of the lines Hermione says (don't want to give anything away before you read it!) is a revised version of what Mary Jane says to Peter in the first Spiderman movie! Haha.. so if you've seen it, you'll know what I'm talking about.]
Even though he was freezing, Ron didn't move. Where was he supposed to go? All he could do was to sit... He wanted her to come find him. He wished she would just come sit with him, and maybe they could talk. What would he say to her? He imagined her smile. He saw her beautiful brown eyes. He felt like she was there with him.
"Hi, Ron..." said a voice.
Was this really possible? Was she really there? Or was he just dreaming...
He whipped around. She was standing there, behind him. She looked so pretty with snowflakes in her hair and flushed cheeks from the cold... he was sure he was dreaming. "Hi... aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked her, trying to sound as normal as possible. His insides were screaming to get out.
"Well, yes, but I said I was ill... are you all right?" said Hermione, as she cleaned the snow off the seat with her mittens and sat down next to Ron.
"Yeah... I guess... just thinking..." He had no idea what to say to her. He couldn't just ask her if she'd read it, it would sound too stupid.
"About...?" Hermione was looking at him. He looked so.... There were no words to describe it. She could just see in his eyes... They were so deep... Without him having to answer her question, she knew he was thinking about her, and she was glad. She wanted so much to tell him how she felt about him...
"Just... stuff, I suppose... and you. I was thinking about you, Hermione..." he turned towards her and looked into her eyes. It was now or never, he thought. Just say something about it. "Hermione, you know what I'm feeling right now. It's hard to say... I'm just scared. I don't want to lose you. Ever..."
She smiled up at him. It was her chance. "Ron, first, let me tell you that you will never lose me. I will always be here for you. Always. And second, I have to tell you that I have thought about you every day for as long as I can remember. Even when we weren't together, I'd think about you, and I'd wish you were there with me. You make me feel like... like I'm better than I ever thought I could be, and that I am perfect just the way I am. I love you!
And having said this, and seeing the look on his face, she placed her mitten covered hands softly on either side of his face and kissed him. She felt so happy! This was perfect. This was.... Amazing. She pulled away and she smiled at him, tears falling down her face.
Ron's mind was blank. Did that really just happen? There's that smile again.. That warm, melting smile. I'm not really melting, whirling away, or being shaken awake by some stupid prat who wants to interrupt the best dream of my life, so it has to be real, he thought. She loves me! She really loves me! "Wha.. what's wrong.... Hermione, why are you crying?" He said, smiling back down at her.
"I'm sorry..." she breathed, still smiling, "I'm just so happy. I can't believe this..."
He wiped her tears away with a trembling hand, and then reached up and felt her soft hair, which was damp from the snow. He looked deep into her eyes and said, "I love you, Hermione."
He kissed her again, longer this time. And they sat there, the two of them, talking and laughing for a while, holding hands on Ron's lap.
"Do you think we should go up to dinner? It's really cold..." Hermione finally asked, shivering after at least a half-hour.
Ron saw her teeth chattering, so he took off the hat his mother had knitted for him last Christmas, and pulled it down over Hermione's head. He noticed that even with his ugly maroon winter hat on, she still looked perfect. "Yeah, I think we'd better. We should find Harry, and.. tell him..."
So they started to make their way up to the castle, still holding hands, and feeling happier than either of them ever had.
[A/N: There's still more too come! I'm working on it!]
Even though he was freezing, Ron didn't move. Where was he supposed to go? All he could do was to sit... He wanted her to come find him. He wished she would just come sit with him, and maybe they could talk. What would he say to her? He imagined her smile. He saw her beautiful brown eyes. He felt like she was there with him.
"Hi, Ron..." said a voice.
Was this really possible? Was she really there? Or was he just dreaming...
He whipped around. She was standing there, behind him. She looked so pretty with snowflakes in her hair and flushed cheeks from the cold... he was sure he was dreaming. "Hi... aren't you supposed to be in class?" he asked her, trying to sound as normal as possible. His insides were screaming to get out.
"Well, yes, but I said I was ill... are you all right?" said Hermione, as she cleaned the snow off the seat with her mittens and sat down next to Ron.
"Yeah... I guess... just thinking..." He had no idea what to say to her. He couldn't just ask her if she'd read it, it would sound too stupid.
"About...?" Hermione was looking at him. He looked so.... There were no words to describe it. She could just see in his eyes... They were so deep... Without him having to answer her question, she knew he was thinking about her, and she was glad. She wanted so much to tell him how she felt about him...
"Just... stuff, I suppose... and you. I was thinking about you, Hermione..." he turned towards her and looked into her eyes. It was now or never, he thought. Just say something about it. "Hermione, you know what I'm feeling right now. It's hard to say... I'm just scared. I don't want to lose you. Ever..."
She smiled up at him. It was her chance. "Ron, first, let me tell you that you will never lose me. I will always be here for you. Always. And second, I have to tell you that I have thought about you every day for as long as I can remember. Even when we weren't together, I'd think about you, and I'd wish you were there with me. You make me feel like... like I'm better than I ever thought I could be, and that I am perfect just the way I am. I love you!
And having said this, and seeing the look on his face, she placed her mitten covered hands softly on either side of his face and kissed him. She felt so happy! This was perfect. This was.... Amazing. She pulled away and she smiled at him, tears falling down her face.
Ron's mind was blank. Did that really just happen? There's that smile again.. That warm, melting smile. I'm not really melting, whirling away, or being shaken awake by some stupid prat who wants to interrupt the best dream of my life, so it has to be real, he thought. She loves me! She really loves me! "Wha.. what's wrong.... Hermione, why are you crying?" He said, smiling back down at her.
"I'm sorry..." she breathed, still smiling, "I'm just so happy. I can't believe this..."
He wiped her tears away with a trembling hand, and then reached up and felt her soft hair, which was damp from the snow. He looked deep into her eyes and said, "I love you, Hermione."
He kissed her again, longer this time. And they sat there, the two of them, talking and laughing for a while, holding hands on Ron's lap.
"Do you think we should go up to dinner? It's really cold..." Hermione finally asked, shivering after at least a half-hour.
Ron saw her teeth chattering, so he took off the hat his mother had knitted for him last Christmas, and pulled it down over Hermione's head. He noticed that even with his ugly maroon winter hat on, she still looked perfect. "Yeah, I think we'd better. We should find Harry, and.. tell him..."
So they started to make their way up to the castle, still holding hands, and feeling happier than either of them ever had.
[A/N: There's still more too come! I'm working on it!]