Hey! I just saw the Harry Potter movie for the third time! (I went at
midnight on June 3rd, June 4th, and then again this week.) I absolutely
adored it! I thought Ron was hilarious! I love Alfonzo's style! They were
strongly hinting towards R/H, maybe a little too strongly... but it was
magnificent! The acting was brilliant, the sets were amazing, and oh I just
want to go see it again!
I've had half of this written for about two weeks, but never could finish it. To be quite honest, I came close to never finishing it. I came close to stopping writing fan fiction all together. I've found myself becoming too absorbed in it and my real stories (fiction) have suffered a tremendous deal. I originally started writing fan fiction because I kept turning one of my stories into too much of a romance type novel and I had a few fanfics ideas so I thought it would help balance things. I decided to finish this story because I know when I like a fic, I hate it when authors just leave and never return to it. (Though I've been doing that with a couple of my stories.) So over the next few months, I will be finishing all of my other stories that I have going, post one more, and post a one shot. After that, I do not know if I will continue writing fan fiction, but keep in mind, it'll take my around four or five months to have everything up and finished. Well, on with the story! Here it goes!
A few hours later, and several interviews in Ron's case, The Weasley Family, and Hermione all arrived at the Burrow. (Harry stayed back with Ron as he finished one last interview.) Excitement overtook her as she entered the Burrow. Everything was just as charming as she had remembered it. Oh how great it was to finally return to the place she spent nearly all of her summers during her Hogwarts career!
"You can put your things in Ginny's room. I'm so glad you decided to stay for the weekend, Hermione, dear!"
"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh Hermione you're welcome to come over anytime!"
Hermione smiled. Mrs. Weasley was still one of the kindest people she knew. "C'mon." whispered Ginny signaling to Hermione to follow her up the stairs.
As Hermione did so she overheard Mrs. Weasley talking to herself. "Maybe thing's will turn out the way they are suppose to now." She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to hear that and so continued on up the stairs.
As she set her suitcase down in Ginny's room, memories of past summers flew back to her. "Just like old times, isn't it?" Asked Ginny as she sat on her bed. "Everyone back at the Burrow; you and my brother back together again—"
"What? Oh, we aren't—" said Hermione suddenly, denying everything like Ron used to.
"Yes well, you're here the whole weekend." Said Ginny slyly. Hermione just laughed.
"So what about you and Harry?"
"What about Harry and me?"
"Are you two...?"
"Yes, we are, but it's sort of hard to explain. We are together, but we're more like good friends. We just like being together and talking with one another. We have our moments, but you won't see us snogging everywhere you look."
"And for some reason you don't sound happy." Said Hermione noticing the slightly sad inflection of Ginny's voice.
"No, I am. I mean I love him. I love being with him, talking with him, a—and he loves me too, but it's just... we've been dating for nearly four years plus all the time we dated during Hogwarts and I think it might be time to move forward, you know?"
"You mean marry him?"
"Well, yes." Said Ginny, slightly blushing. "But don't mention it to him and—oh, I really shouldn't be bothering you about this now. It's been five years since we've talked and I'm droning on about things. How have you been?"
"I've been good. How have you been?"
Such a simple question almost brought humor to the moment. "Good. I'm so glad to see you! It's lucky Ron ran into you." Hermione smiled to herself. It's lucky Monika showed her the interview with Ron. "So, sorry to sound nosey, but is Ron, well, do you still fancy him by chance? Sorry if that's an odd question considering you two haven't talked very much in the past five years."
"It's been awhile." Said Hermione. "Do you mind me asking you a question?"
"Not at all."
"Has he—has he changed, since Hogwarts, that is?"
Ginny thought for a moment. "Not really. Does he seem like he has to you?"
"No. Well sort of." Said Hermione slightly laughing. Of course he appeared to have changed. It would be silly of her not to think of the possibility!
"He's pretty much the same person, with the exception of his fame, that is. Yes, he's still funny, just as stubborn. Still crazy about you." Hermione chuckled. "I'm serious. No matter what he claims, he was saving those two tickets for you, you know."
Over to Harry and Ron...
"Thank you very much, and congratulations!"
"It's no problem, really." Said Ron, finishing his final interview. "Ready?" he said, turning to Harry as the reporter left.
"You're done?" he asked, sitting in his chair. Ron nodded, laughing. "Finally!" Ron picked up his things and they headed to the portkey. "Honestly, I don't know how you can handle it!"
"Well, next year if you make the World Cup you'll have the same thing."
"If is the key word there. You know, only about half of the questions you were asked were about Quidditch. The rest were about Hermione! And speaking of Hermione, that was quite a scene between you two."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think?" They reached the portkey.
And in no time, they were home and in Ron's room.
"Welcome back, Harry. Not that it's been that long, you were here at Christmas."
"I've only been gone as long as you have." They both sat down. "You know, it's quite lucky you ran into Hermione, especially since you were saving those tickets for her."
"Yeah, well, unfortunately I wasn't able to meet her boyfriend before she left."
"She isn't dating."
"She isn't?"
"No, and she's here."
"WHAT?"
"Your mum invited her to stay for the weekend. I'm surprised you hadn't asked before she did."
"I haven't really been able to talk to her. But she's here? Right now?"
"Yes!"
Ron's heart jumped. She was here! Here for the entire weekend!
And so the two sat in rooms opposite each other, nervously fidgeting in anticipation for dinner, and especially for after dinner when they'd finally be able to talk for longer than five minutes.
Then dinner came.
Ron was greeted with another round (well rather an explosion) of cheers and celebration when he walked down the stairs. Everyone raised his or her glass to him! After all, he had won the Quidditch World Cup! They took their seats after applauding him once more and soon everyone was busy with dinnertime chitchat.
Hermione sat across the table and over two chairs to the left from Ron. All through out dinner neither could help staring at the other when they thought they weren't looking, and everyone else couldn't help but notice. As Mr. Weasley was discussing the game with Ron, Ron couldn't help but sort of drift off. He paid attention and nodded every once while but he couldn't stop himself from looking over at Hermione. She was sitting, joking with Ginny and Fred. "Gosh she's beautiful." Thought Ron. "I mean really beautiful, more beautiful than she was in the picture I keep in my bedside draw, more beautiful than before, if that's even possible." Ron's ear turned slightly pink at his own thoughts. Oh who cared! She was beautiful and he knew it.
Just then Ron caught Hermione's eyes. She looked over from Ginny and smiled back at him. They're eyes met for a brief second. "Don't you agree Ron? Ron?" Mr. Weasley had finally noticed that Ron was not listening. Harry had also noticed so he kicked in for Ron and said, "Yeah, you're right Mr. Weasley." So their lively discussion began.
Hermione giggled. "Maybe he hasn't changed." She thought.
"It's great to have everyone back all together again!" commented Mrs. Weasley rather loudly.
"And Hermione's here too! Who'd have predicted that? I'm so glad you came, Hermione. It's great to have you here again." Said Mr. Weasley.
"Isn't it, Ron?" asked George. All through out dinner he had been entertaining himself by watching Ron and Hermione. All their little glances and blushing was just too funny to watch.
"Yeah, it is." Said Ron almost boldly before his mother could speak for him. At that Hermione blushed. Everyone was nearly silent for a moment. Ron actually spoke up about Hermione? Ok, so he only said he was glad she was here, but still. Could their speculations be right? As soon as the silence had begun, it ended. Everyone began their conversations again, while George just started laughing his head off. Hermione gave Ron a small smile and turned back to Ginny and Fred.
Dinner was over. The dishes were washed and put a way just waiting to be used once more. What started out as a busy room full of lively conversations, and not to mention people, almost quickly became empty. Well almost.
Everyone saw it fit to clear out early in order to give Ron and Hermione a chance to talk, and the two of the were well aware of it. They felt slightly uncomfortable about the way everyone was just turning in for the night, especially Hermione. It wasn't that she didn't want the opportunity to talk to him, but that she was well—nervous.
What if he had changed? Changed a lot? Maybe she just wanted to remember him as he use to be, assuming he changed that is. What if he had become all egotistical from his victories in Quidditch? Or big headed from all of the attention he was receiving from his female fans? Also the family seemed to pressure the two of them getting together, but then again, hadn't she? "Don't be so paranoid." She told herself.
"Well, it's been a long day; I better turn in." said Harry. "Goodnight!"
Ron sort of rolled his eyes at Harry so Hermione couldn't see. "Lame, lame, lame excuses. Hermione and I both know what you're doing." He said giving Harry a look that explained it all. And so they were alone and undisturbed, for the first time in years.
"So..." said Ron comfortably taking a seat on the couch next to Hermione.
"So..." she replied. Silence. Nerve-wracking silence.
"Five years..." said Ron. "Can you believe it?"
"It's crazy, I know!" said Hermione her nerves starting to disappear.
Once again silence filled the air, but this time it was not nerve- wracking. It was sorrowful. "How'd we let it get so long?"
"Time just passed us by, I suppose." Said Hermione thinking over things. "We became busy with our jobs, and our lives, and...lost sight of each other." Those last words made her want to cry. Why had they let it get so long? "We promised we would write..."
"And writing is hard when you're heart broken." Hermione held her breath recalling the many attempts she had made at writing a letter to Ron. Dear Ron was as far as her letters had gone. Writing his name knowing she wouldn't seem him was paralyzing, and to write anything more would have been too much for her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, gazing into the fire. The moment between them was so heart-felt, so honest that tears formed in her eyes. She had missed him. She had missed the evenings they would spend cozy together in the common room in front of the fireplace, and now they were having another one. She had missed him so much that a part of her heart was still with him, leaving her alone and incomplete. But now, just being with him she felt whole again.
The fire was crackling soft and soothingly.
Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she felt Ron's soft hand sliding across hers, his fingers clasping her hand. "Hermione?" he said softly. The butterflies kept circling.
"Yes, Ron?" she loved saying his name. She loved the way it just floated through her mouth.
"Where does our relationship stand? I mean, do you still feel anything for us?"
"I—I don't know; where do you see us?" She didn't want to be the fool, but she felt she was on the same wave as Ron.
Ron took a moment to reply. He was going to be truthful, no matter how much courage it took. "Well, maybe this is too soon, but I see us..." he leaned in and kissed her. Oh how wonderful it was to feel his lips against hers once more! She wanted to stay there in heaven forever, but the kiss was short and ended.
Hermione smiled looking into Ron's eyes, then leaned in and kissed him again. This time the kiss lasted much longer. Ron's hand was placed on her cheek, her hand gently squeezing his right shoulder.
Hermione had never felt so happy, so complete and content. A little voice called inside her head. Going well against her desires she pulled away. "Ron?" she asked. "What will become of our relationship after this weekend?"
They both faced forward, slowly. Ron was unable to speak. What would become of them? After this weekend would it just be over? Would they have to just go back to their normal lives like today had never happened?
The mere thought of losing each other again left them speechless and afraid. It was pain enough to lose each other one, but losing each other twice after finally being able to hold each other once more... They could not even fathom the pain.
Hey! So I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! I can't wait to hear! I've been waiting to post that last little bit since I wrote this story. Please check out my other story, I Can't Lose You, Not like This. Thanks for reading! I hope to see you next time!
I've had half of this written for about two weeks, but never could finish it. To be quite honest, I came close to never finishing it. I came close to stopping writing fan fiction all together. I've found myself becoming too absorbed in it and my real stories (fiction) have suffered a tremendous deal. I originally started writing fan fiction because I kept turning one of my stories into too much of a romance type novel and I had a few fanfics ideas so I thought it would help balance things. I decided to finish this story because I know when I like a fic, I hate it when authors just leave and never return to it. (Though I've been doing that with a couple of my stories.) So over the next few months, I will be finishing all of my other stories that I have going, post one more, and post a one shot. After that, I do not know if I will continue writing fan fiction, but keep in mind, it'll take my around four or five months to have everything up and finished. Well, on with the story! Here it goes!
A few hours later, and several interviews in Ron's case, The Weasley Family, and Hermione all arrived at the Burrow. (Harry stayed back with Ron as he finished one last interview.) Excitement overtook her as she entered the Burrow. Everything was just as charming as she had remembered it. Oh how great it was to finally return to the place she spent nearly all of her summers during her Hogwarts career!
"You can put your things in Ginny's room. I'm so glad you decided to stay for the weekend, Hermione, dear!"
"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasley."
"Oh Hermione you're welcome to come over anytime!"
Hermione smiled. Mrs. Weasley was still one of the kindest people she knew. "C'mon." whispered Ginny signaling to Hermione to follow her up the stairs.
As Hermione did so she overheard Mrs. Weasley talking to herself. "Maybe thing's will turn out the way they are suppose to now." She wasn't quite sure if she was supposed to hear that and so continued on up the stairs.
As she set her suitcase down in Ginny's room, memories of past summers flew back to her. "Just like old times, isn't it?" Asked Ginny as she sat on her bed. "Everyone back at the Burrow; you and my brother back together again—"
"What? Oh, we aren't—" said Hermione suddenly, denying everything like Ron used to.
"Yes well, you're here the whole weekend." Said Ginny slyly. Hermione just laughed.
"So what about you and Harry?"
"What about Harry and me?"
"Are you two...?"
"Yes, we are, but it's sort of hard to explain. We are together, but we're more like good friends. We just like being together and talking with one another. We have our moments, but you won't see us snogging everywhere you look."
"And for some reason you don't sound happy." Said Hermione noticing the slightly sad inflection of Ginny's voice.
"No, I am. I mean I love him. I love being with him, talking with him, a—and he loves me too, but it's just... we've been dating for nearly four years plus all the time we dated during Hogwarts and I think it might be time to move forward, you know?"
"You mean marry him?"
"Well, yes." Said Ginny, slightly blushing. "But don't mention it to him and—oh, I really shouldn't be bothering you about this now. It's been five years since we've talked and I'm droning on about things. How have you been?"
"I've been good. How have you been?"
Such a simple question almost brought humor to the moment. "Good. I'm so glad to see you! It's lucky Ron ran into you." Hermione smiled to herself. It's lucky Monika showed her the interview with Ron. "So, sorry to sound nosey, but is Ron, well, do you still fancy him by chance? Sorry if that's an odd question considering you two haven't talked very much in the past five years."
"It's been awhile." Said Hermione. "Do you mind me asking you a question?"
"Not at all."
"Has he—has he changed, since Hogwarts, that is?"
Ginny thought for a moment. "Not really. Does he seem like he has to you?"
"No. Well sort of." Said Hermione slightly laughing. Of course he appeared to have changed. It would be silly of her not to think of the possibility!
"He's pretty much the same person, with the exception of his fame, that is. Yes, he's still funny, just as stubborn. Still crazy about you." Hermione chuckled. "I'm serious. No matter what he claims, he was saving those two tickets for you, you know."
Over to Harry and Ron...
"Thank you very much, and congratulations!"
"It's no problem, really." Said Ron, finishing his final interview. "Ready?" he said, turning to Harry as the reporter left.
"You're done?" he asked, sitting in his chair. Ron nodded, laughing. "Finally!" Ron picked up his things and they headed to the portkey. "Honestly, I don't know how you can handle it!"
"Well, next year if you make the World Cup you'll have the same thing."
"If is the key word there. You know, only about half of the questions you were asked were about Quidditch. The rest were about Hermione! And speaking of Hermione, that was quite a scene between you two."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you think?" They reached the portkey.
And in no time, they were home and in Ron's room.
"Welcome back, Harry. Not that it's been that long, you were here at Christmas."
"I've only been gone as long as you have." They both sat down. "You know, it's quite lucky you ran into Hermione, especially since you were saving those tickets for her."
"Yeah, well, unfortunately I wasn't able to meet her boyfriend before she left."
"She isn't dating."
"She isn't?"
"No, and she's here."
"WHAT?"
"Your mum invited her to stay for the weekend. I'm surprised you hadn't asked before she did."
"I haven't really been able to talk to her. But she's here? Right now?"
"Yes!"
Ron's heart jumped. She was here! Here for the entire weekend!
And so the two sat in rooms opposite each other, nervously fidgeting in anticipation for dinner, and especially for after dinner when they'd finally be able to talk for longer than five minutes.
Then dinner came.
Ron was greeted with another round (well rather an explosion) of cheers and celebration when he walked down the stairs. Everyone raised his or her glass to him! After all, he had won the Quidditch World Cup! They took their seats after applauding him once more and soon everyone was busy with dinnertime chitchat.
Hermione sat across the table and over two chairs to the left from Ron. All through out dinner neither could help staring at the other when they thought they weren't looking, and everyone else couldn't help but notice. As Mr. Weasley was discussing the game with Ron, Ron couldn't help but sort of drift off. He paid attention and nodded every once while but he couldn't stop himself from looking over at Hermione. She was sitting, joking with Ginny and Fred. "Gosh she's beautiful." Thought Ron. "I mean really beautiful, more beautiful than she was in the picture I keep in my bedside draw, more beautiful than before, if that's even possible." Ron's ear turned slightly pink at his own thoughts. Oh who cared! She was beautiful and he knew it.
Just then Ron caught Hermione's eyes. She looked over from Ginny and smiled back at him. They're eyes met for a brief second. "Don't you agree Ron? Ron?" Mr. Weasley had finally noticed that Ron was not listening. Harry had also noticed so he kicked in for Ron and said, "Yeah, you're right Mr. Weasley." So their lively discussion began.
Hermione giggled. "Maybe he hasn't changed." She thought.
"It's great to have everyone back all together again!" commented Mrs. Weasley rather loudly.
"And Hermione's here too! Who'd have predicted that? I'm so glad you came, Hermione. It's great to have you here again." Said Mr. Weasley.
"Isn't it, Ron?" asked George. All through out dinner he had been entertaining himself by watching Ron and Hermione. All their little glances and blushing was just too funny to watch.
"Yeah, it is." Said Ron almost boldly before his mother could speak for him. At that Hermione blushed. Everyone was nearly silent for a moment. Ron actually spoke up about Hermione? Ok, so he only said he was glad she was here, but still. Could their speculations be right? As soon as the silence had begun, it ended. Everyone began their conversations again, while George just started laughing his head off. Hermione gave Ron a small smile and turned back to Ginny and Fred.
Dinner was over. The dishes were washed and put a way just waiting to be used once more. What started out as a busy room full of lively conversations, and not to mention people, almost quickly became empty. Well almost.
Everyone saw it fit to clear out early in order to give Ron and Hermione a chance to talk, and the two of the were well aware of it. They felt slightly uncomfortable about the way everyone was just turning in for the night, especially Hermione. It wasn't that she didn't want the opportunity to talk to him, but that she was well—nervous.
What if he had changed? Changed a lot? Maybe she just wanted to remember him as he use to be, assuming he changed that is. What if he had become all egotistical from his victories in Quidditch? Or big headed from all of the attention he was receiving from his female fans? Also the family seemed to pressure the two of them getting together, but then again, hadn't she? "Don't be so paranoid." She told herself.
"Well, it's been a long day; I better turn in." said Harry. "Goodnight!"
Ron sort of rolled his eyes at Harry so Hermione couldn't see. "Lame, lame, lame excuses. Hermione and I both know what you're doing." He said giving Harry a look that explained it all. And so they were alone and undisturbed, for the first time in years.
"So..." said Ron comfortably taking a seat on the couch next to Hermione.
"So..." she replied. Silence. Nerve-wracking silence.
"Five years..." said Ron. "Can you believe it?"
"It's crazy, I know!" said Hermione her nerves starting to disappear.
Once again silence filled the air, but this time it was not nerve- wracking. It was sorrowful. "How'd we let it get so long?"
"Time just passed us by, I suppose." Said Hermione thinking over things. "We became busy with our jobs, and our lives, and...lost sight of each other." Those last words made her want to cry. Why had they let it get so long? "We promised we would write..."
"And writing is hard when you're heart broken." Hermione held her breath recalling the many attempts she had made at writing a letter to Ron. Dear Ron was as far as her letters had gone. Writing his name knowing she wouldn't seem him was paralyzing, and to write anything more would have been too much for her.
She leaned her head on his shoulder, gazing into the fire. The moment between them was so heart-felt, so honest that tears formed in her eyes. She had missed him. She had missed the evenings they would spend cozy together in the common room in front of the fireplace, and now they were having another one. She had missed him so much that a part of her heart was still with him, leaving her alone and incomplete. But now, just being with him she felt whole again.
The fire was crackling soft and soothingly.
Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she felt Ron's soft hand sliding across hers, his fingers clasping her hand. "Hermione?" he said softly. The butterflies kept circling.
"Yes, Ron?" she loved saying his name. She loved the way it just floated through her mouth.
"Where does our relationship stand? I mean, do you still feel anything for us?"
"I—I don't know; where do you see us?" She didn't want to be the fool, but she felt she was on the same wave as Ron.
Ron took a moment to reply. He was going to be truthful, no matter how much courage it took. "Well, maybe this is too soon, but I see us..." he leaned in and kissed her. Oh how wonderful it was to feel his lips against hers once more! She wanted to stay there in heaven forever, but the kiss was short and ended.
Hermione smiled looking into Ron's eyes, then leaned in and kissed him again. This time the kiss lasted much longer. Ron's hand was placed on her cheek, her hand gently squeezing his right shoulder.
Hermione had never felt so happy, so complete and content. A little voice called inside her head. Going well against her desires she pulled away. "Ron?" she asked. "What will become of our relationship after this weekend?"
They both faced forward, slowly. Ron was unable to speak. What would become of them? After this weekend would it just be over? Would they have to just go back to their normal lives like today had never happened?
The mere thought of losing each other again left them speechless and afraid. It was pain enough to lose each other one, but losing each other twice after finally being able to hold each other once more... They could not even fathom the pain.
Hey! So I hope you liked it! Please review and tell me what you think! I can't wait to hear! I've been waiting to post that last little bit since I wrote this story. Please check out my other story, I Can't Lose You, Not like This. Thanks for reading! I hope to see you next time!