[A/N: I can now honestly say I am sorry if I ever got annoyed with J.K. Rowling because I couldn't wait for her next book. It's takes me so long to write this story, but I love it! Harry Potter is awesome! And so are Ron and Hermione! It's hard trying to make it sound natural, and non-stupid. So here it goes...]
When they finally stepped through the oak front doors, a burst of warmth swept over them, reliving them of their shivers. Hermione didn't take off Ron's hat though. She liked wearing it. When he had put it on her, it was already warm from it being on his head, and it made her feel oddly safe and... secure. Funny, she thought, I've known Ron for the longest time but it feels like I've only just met him.
"Do you think... Should we go wait upstairs? I'm not really that hungry anymore," said Ron, then added hurriedly, "But, if you are, we could-"
"No, it's okay, I'm not either. Let's go." Hermione replied, starting up the stairs in the Entrance Hall and pulling gently on Ron's hand.
They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and Ron, noticing she was asleep, cleared his throat and said, "Cornish Pixies."
She gave a loud snore, and awoke with a jump. "What?! Oh... excuse me dears... Yes, pixies... very well then," she said, raising an eyebrow and glaring down at the two of them. She then swung open to let them pass, and they both climbed through, Ron stepping aside to let Hermione in first.
"Thanks," she laughed. He's being so sweet, Hermione thought to herself as she made for the big armchair right next to the blazing fire and curled up in it. I'm completely in love! She felt dazed for the second time that day, but this time it was more of a happy, bubbly type of blankness, instead of a confused one.
Ron plopped down right on the floor in front of the fire and rubbed his hands together. It was just starting to get dark outside. "What do you reckon the temperature is out there? Like.. 2 degrees?"
He hadn't noticed his hands had been frozen the whole time he and Hermione had been together. She laughed and he turned to look at her. She looked so peaceful... He could see the bright yellow flames reflected in her eyes with her head resting on the arm of the chair. She still hadn't taken off the hat, but had reached up to pull it more snuggly on her head. She then glanced up and saw he was watching her.
"What?" she asked, smiling. She felt a shiver run up her spine, but a good one. She felt warm and safe, and she never wanted it to change. Ron didn't answer. They just looked at each other for a while until Hermione finally spoke.
"Ron, come sit here," she said, patting the bottom of the armchair with her hand. He moved toward her and leaned his head back on the seat so he could still see her. Their faces were so close. She smiled at him again and for the third time that day, Ron melted. He stretched his head up a few inches and kissed her gently.
"Is it just me or do you feel like you're dreaming, too?" he asked her, quietly, almost whispering.
She laughed softly, and answered him. "It's the best dream I've ever had." And just as they were about to kiss again, they heard a familiar voice speak from a dark corner of the room.
[A/N: I lied. I'm writing another chapter. I'll get it up soon I promise! Sorry about the cliffhanger, but it's pretty obvious who's been spying on them... (coughharrycough) They're too cute, aren't they? Well, I'll go get started on the next chapter! Thanks again for the lovely reviews!]
When they finally stepped through the oak front doors, a burst of warmth swept over them, reliving them of their shivers. Hermione didn't take off Ron's hat though. She liked wearing it. When he had put it on her, it was already warm from it being on his head, and it made her feel oddly safe and... secure. Funny, she thought, I've known Ron for the longest time but it feels like I've only just met him.
"Do you think... Should we go wait upstairs? I'm not really that hungry anymore," said Ron, then added hurriedly, "But, if you are, we could-"
"No, it's okay, I'm not either. Let's go." Hermione replied, starting up the stairs in the Entrance Hall and pulling gently on Ron's hand.
They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, and Ron, noticing she was asleep, cleared his throat and said, "Cornish Pixies."
She gave a loud snore, and awoke with a jump. "What?! Oh... excuse me dears... Yes, pixies... very well then," she said, raising an eyebrow and glaring down at the two of them. She then swung open to let them pass, and they both climbed through, Ron stepping aside to let Hermione in first.
"Thanks," she laughed. He's being so sweet, Hermione thought to herself as she made for the big armchair right next to the blazing fire and curled up in it. I'm completely in love! She felt dazed for the second time that day, but this time it was more of a happy, bubbly type of blankness, instead of a confused one.
Ron plopped down right on the floor in front of the fire and rubbed his hands together. It was just starting to get dark outside. "What do you reckon the temperature is out there? Like.. 2 degrees?"
He hadn't noticed his hands had been frozen the whole time he and Hermione had been together. She laughed and he turned to look at her. She looked so peaceful... He could see the bright yellow flames reflected in her eyes with her head resting on the arm of the chair. She still hadn't taken off the hat, but had reached up to pull it more snuggly on her head. She then glanced up and saw he was watching her.
"What?" she asked, smiling. She felt a shiver run up her spine, but a good one. She felt warm and safe, and she never wanted it to change. Ron didn't answer. They just looked at each other for a while until Hermione finally spoke.
"Ron, come sit here," she said, patting the bottom of the armchair with her hand. He moved toward her and leaned his head back on the seat so he could still see her. Their faces were so close. She smiled at him again and for the third time that day, Ron melted. He stretched his head up a few inches and kissed her gently.
"Is it just me or do you feel like you're dreaming, too?" he asked her, quietly, almost whispering.
She laughed softly, and answered him. "It's the best dream I've ever had." And just as they were about to kiss again, they heard a familiar voice speak from a dark corner of the room.
[A/N: I lied. I'm writing another chapter. I'll get it up soon I promise! Sorry about the cliffhanger, but it's pretty obvious who's been spying on them... (coughharrycough) They're too cute, aren't they? Well, I'll go get started on the next chapter! Thanks again for the lovely reviews!]