Disclaimer: Dude, if I owned Harry Potter, he'd be in my pants every day. Seeing as he's not, I don't own him. Or any character, for that matter.
Chapter 2
Times Have Gone
The meal was over, people were filing out of the Great Hall, but she was still sitting there. Harry, Ron and Hermione began to exit through the doors, but Harry looked back and saw Paris, still where he had left her, looking up at the sky that was reflected into the ceiling. "I'll be...right there. You can leave without me," he murmured, walking over to the girl. Hermione started walking after him, but Ron took her arm and whispered to her. Harry figured it must be something about how the heads should set an example for the rest of the students. Hermione and Ron had been made heads in the middle of the summer holiday, and although Harry felt remorse and jealousy then, he now was emotionless about the whole thing. By the time he had reached the mysterious girl, his friends had left them alone in the empty hall. "A-are you...okay?" his voice came out hoarse. She turned, seemingly startled at the sudden noise, and saw that Harry was standing right behind her.
"Oh! Oh, yes. I'm fine. Really." Her voice was soft and musical, but there seemed to be a sullen note lurking. She turned abruptly back without another word.
Harry winced, taking her actions as a sign of disgust, but he decided to press on. "Are you finished with dinner? Because I could, you know, show you around a bit, or something." It wasn't till then did he realize she hadn't eaten anything.
"Er. I don't think s-"she stopped, seeing Harry's earnest face and pleading expression. "All right, then. I need a tour, I guess." She got up, somewhat hesitantly, as Harry smiled with relief.
"Good." He led her out of the Great Hall. She paused in the huge doorway, a worried look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be..." She shook her head slightly. "No. I can't do this. I'm sorry." She turned back, but Harry stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Wait. Look, I'm not asking you to marry me, or something, I just want to show you around. No strings attached, I promise. Okay?" She looked at him, and smiled.
"Okay." She continued on with him, down the now deserted corridor. Although he was yearning to make the space in between them smaller, she made it a point to keep distance from him. So they walked, down the halls and empty corridors, Harry continuously pointing out classrooms and dormitories, until they came to the girls' dorms.
"Well..." Harry began. "I guess this is goodnight."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I guess so." She started up the stairs, and turned back to face him. "Good night."
"Goodnight," he whispered at her retreating shadow, resisting telling her how he really felt. I love you, is what he wanted to say. But he couldn't, just yet. Because it was clear to him that she didn't feel the same way. Not at all. He walked, defeated, back to his dormitory, where Ron was sitting on the bed next to his. Harry knew he needed to spill to someone. "Ron," he began cautiously. "I think...I'm in love."
"Me too, mate. Me too." Harry was too dazed to actually hear Ron's reaction. He just kept talking.
"That girl, Paris. She just...entranced me. I can't stop thinking about her. She's so...intriguing, you know what I mean? I can't get over her."
"Yeah, and to think I knew her all this time," Ron said, distractedly.
"Ron? What are you talking about? You couldn't have known her, she went to Beauxbatons!"
"No, mate. She's been going here for the same amount of time as we have."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Hermione," answered Ron, with a dreamy smile. Harry almost fell over at the words.
"Ron! What're you getting at? Hermione's our best friend...you...can't!" Harry was too appalled to even make a coherent sentence.
"Yeah, that's what I thought until she...until...we..." Ron got very red in the face and fell back onto his bed.
"You mean...you...did it?" Harry asked, uncertainly. His head was spinning. He sat down in an attempt to stop the dizziness.
"Well, no." Ron looked disappointed, and Harry then knew if Ron had had his way, he and Hermione would still be going at it.
"Kissed?" Harry inquired, knowing the answer already.
"Yeah..." Ron got the dreamy look back on his face again.
Flashback
"Harry, wait," Hermione called after him, but Ron took her arm.
"Come on, 'Mione. We can have some time alone. That's what you really want, isn't it?" Ron grinned suggestively at her. She began to protest, but he quieted her with a finger to her lips, and he led her out the doorway to a coatroom. After pushing the door closed, he wasted no time in pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply on the mouth. She kissed him back, tentatively at first but then sliding her tongue through his lips and grinding her hips into his now very obvious erection. She was filled with feverish passion that just heightened every time they touched.
After a short session of their passionate kissing, the throbbing in Ron's groin began to cease. He needed more. If only he could coax Hermione into going all the way with him, right there in that closet. During a particularly sloppy French kiss, he snaked his hand between her legs and rubbed hard up and down, She moaned with pleasure and longing, pushing herself into his hand, and invitation for him to rub even harder until she was almost shrieking. She shivered, reaching her climax, and he started to unbutton her jeans with his one free hand. As soon as he had hit the zipper, she pushed him away. "No," she murmured. "It's too far. It's only the first night, Ron."
"So?" he mumbled, fumbling with his own fly, "we've waited this long, why take it slow?" He slipped his pants off. "You've only got one life to live, Hermione."
"Not right now," she said, pushing him completely off of her. She gave him one quick kiss on the lips. "Goodnight, Ronald." She left the steamy coatroom and Ron pulled his jeans back up. He exited after her, watching her retreating figure walking down the dark corridor. He was panting and still quite hard from hearing her moan that way. A cheesy grin spread across his face as he walked back to the Gryffindor dormitories. He was finally getting the girl. He had finally found true love! And who would have known it would be in one of his best friends for the past six years?
End Flashback
a/n: sorry the chapters are so short, but right now I don't got any reviewers! So review and the chaps will be much longer, I promise! Much love.
Chapter 2
Times Have Gone
The meal was over, people were filing out of the Great Hall, but she was still sitting there. Harry, Ron and Hermione began to exit through the doors, but Harry looked back and saw Paris, still where he had left her, looking up at the sky that was reflected into the ceiling. "I'll be...right there. You can leave without me," he murmured, walking over to the girl. Hermione started walking after him, but Ron took her arm and whispered to her. Harry figured it must be something about how the heads should set an example for the rest of the students. Hermione and Ron had been made heads in the middle of the summer holiday, and although Harry felt remorse and jealousy then, he now was emotionless about the whole thing. By the time he had reached the mysterious girl, his friends had left them alone in the empty hall. "A-are you...okay?" his voice came out hoarse. She turned, seemingly startled at the sudden noise, and saw that Harry was standing right behind her.
"Oh! Oh, yes. I'm fine. Really." Her voice was soft and musical, but there seemed to be a sullen note lurking. She turned abruptly back without another word.
Harry winced, taking her actions as a sign of disgust, but he decided to press on. "Are you finished with dinner? Because I could, you know, show you around a bit, or something." It wasn't till then did he realize she hadn't eaten anything.
"Er. I don't think s-"she stopped, seeing Harry's earnest face and pleading expression. "All right, then. I need a tour, I guess." She got up, somewhat hesitantly, as Harry smiled with relief.
"Good." He led her out of the Great Hall. She paused in the huge doorway, a worried look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't be..." She shook her head slightly. "No. I can't do this. I'm sorry." She turned back, but Harry stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "Wait. Look, I'm not asking you to marry me, or something, I just want to show you around. No strings attached, I promise. Okay?" She looked at him, and smiled.
"Okay." She continued on with him, down the now deserted corridor. Although he was yearning to make the space in between them smaller, she made it a point to keep distance from him. So they walked, down the halls and empty corridors, Harry continuously pointing out classrooms and dormitories, until they came to the girls' dorms.
"Well..." Harry began. "I guess this is goodnight."
"Yeah," she agreed. "I guess so." She started up the stairs, and turned back to face him. "Good night."
"Goodnight," he whispered at her retreating shadow, resisting telling her how he really felt. I love you, is what he wanted to say. But he couldn't, just yet. Because it was clear to him that she didn't feel the same way. Not at all. He walked, defeated, back to his dormitory, where Ron was sitting on the bed next to his. Harry knew he needed to spill to someone. "Ron," he began cautiously. "I think...I'm in love."
"Me too, mate. Me too." Harry was too dazed to actually hear Ron's reaction. He just kept talking.
"That girl, Paris. She just...entranced me. I can't stop thinking about her. She's so...intriguing, you know what I mean? I can't get over her."
"Yeah, and to think I knew her all this time," Ron said, distractedly.
"Ron? What are you talking about? You couldn't have known her, she went to Beauxbatons!"
"No, mate. She's been going here for the same amount of time as we have."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Hermione," answered Ron, with a dreamy smile. Harry almost fell over at the words.
"Ron! What're you getting at? Hermione's our best friend...you...can't!" Harry was too appalled to even make a coherent sentence.
"Yeah, that's what I thought until she...until...we..." Ron got very red in the face and fell back onto his bed.
"You mean...you...did it?" Harry asked, uncertainly. His head was spinning. He sat down in an attempt to stop the dizziness.
"Well, no." Ron looked disappointed, and Harry then knew if Ron had had his way, he and Hermione would still be going at it.
"Kissed?" Harry inquired, knowing the answer already.
"Yeah..." Ron got the dreamy look back on his face again.
Flashback
"Harry, wait," Hermione called after him, but Ron took her arm.
"Come on, 'Mione. We can have some time alone. That's what you really want, isn't it?" Ron grinned suggestively at her. She began to protest, but he quieted her with a finger to her lips, and he led her out the doorway to a coatroom. After pushing the door closed, he wasted no time in pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply on the mouth. She kissed him back, tentatively at first but then sliding her tongue through his lips and grinding her hips into his now very obvious erection. She was filled with feverish passion that just heightened every time they touched.
After a short session of their passionate kissing, the throbbing in Ron's groin began to cease. He needed more. If only he could coax Hermione into going all the way with him, right there in that closet. During a particularly sloppy French kiss, he snaked his hand between her legs and rubbed hard up and down, She moaned with pleasure and longing, pushing herself into his hand, and invitation for him to rub even harder until she was almost shrieking. She shivered, reaching her climax, and he started to unbutton her jeans with his one free hand. As soon as he had hit the zipper, she pushed him away. "No," she murmured. "It's too far. It's only the first night, Ron."
"So?" he mumbled, fumbling with his own fly, "we've waited this long, why take it slow?" He slipped his pants off. "You've only got one life to live, Hermione."
"Not right now," she said, pushing him completely off of her. She gave him one quick kiss on the lips. "Goodnight, Ronald." She left the steamy coatroom and Ron pulled his jeans back up. He exited after her, watching her retreating figure walking down the dark corridor. He was panting and still quite hard from hearing her moan that way. A cheesy grin spread across his face as he walked back to the Gryffindor dormitories. He was finally getting the girl. He had finally found true love! And who would have known it would be in one of his best friends for the past six years?
End Flashback
a/n: sorry the chapters are so short, but right now I don't got any reviewers! So review and the chaps will be much longer, I promise! Much love.