Author's Note: This is my first Harry Potter fan fiction. If you haven't noticed, this will be R/Her and G/H. I hope you love this story as much as I love it. Please read and review! And don't be shy. I take constructive criticism. And maybe some nonconstructive criticism, cause they're fun to read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be writing books 6 and 7!
Seducing Hermione
Chapter 1: Do It and Die
Ron walked down the Great Hall with Hermione, he was wondering if he should offer to carry her books because she looked like she was having a hard time of it. If I offer to carry her books, Ron thought, she might get the wrong idea and think I like her. Ron continued to stare at Hermione's ongoing struggle with the mountain of books in her arms.
"Ron, you baboon. Quit staring and help me with all this." Hermione shrieked, rolling her eyes. Really, she thought, he can be quite thick.
"Yes. Well..., sorry." Ron stammered, taking half of the mountain from Hermione arms. "Where did you get all of these books, anyways?"
"Some are textbooks, most are library books. I got a little bored after my extra credit work." Hermione replied simply.
"A little?" Ron asked, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"Honestly, Ron, some people actually like doing something productive with their spare time."
"And how much spare time have you got?" Ron replied tartly, eyeing the books in both of their hands.
"Plenty." she said, fluffing her hair. Hermione thought of what she just did. Did I actually just fluff my hair in front of Ron? One look at Ron's disbelievingly expression told her that indeed she had.
"Are you alright?" Ron asked, something peculiar in his eyes. When did Hermione become such a .. .a. . .such a girl. Ron was shocked with his conclusion. With the exception of fourth year, Ron had never really seen Hermione in such a way. He began to blush and he didn't even know why.
"Of course I'm alright." Hermione snapped. Although, in her mind, Hermione was steadily going over the reasons why she would fluff her hair in front of Ronald Weasley.
One, I have finally over exerted my mind and I can no longer carry on regular conversations with a regular person ,Ron was no Lockehart , without making an ass out of myself.
Two, the powers that be can quite possibly hate me and would love to see me make an ass out of myself.
Or, a little voice said, you did that because you are madly in love with Ron and want to have his babies and just wanted to look good in front of him.
Hermione rolled her eyes, she didn't know whose little voice that was, it wasn't hers, it sounded a bit like Harry's. That would be like Harry too, trying to get me to believe that I'm in love with Ron. Hermione snorted aloud.
"Did I say something funny?" Ron asked, rather dreamily. He was picturing Hermione fluffing her hair just for him before he could stop himself. Ron became aware that he was staring at Hermione like a piece of meat dangling on a stick and he was a wild animal.
"'Mione ..." Ron murmured, still dreamily with his eyes shining with apparent emotion, reaching his hand out to touch her hair. Hermione kinda has beautiful hair. Hermione pulled away, part of her wanted him to and part of her was embarrassed at what he was trying to do. People from other houses were beginning to watch ,this seemingly romantic gesture on Ron's part, with interest. The boys closest to Ron and Hermione were holding back laughter. The girls were holding back 'awws'.
"Ron!" she shouted, putting her hand out to block his if tried this stunt once again.
Ron blinked a few times. "What?" he asked, finally out of his trance. His mind was trying to make sense of what he had done.
"Never, ever, try that again," Hermione started in a deadly voice, "in front of people."
Ron took that deadly voice to heart. But then the full force of what she had said hit him. In front of people?, Ron thought. A slow devilish grin started on his face, I wonder if I can try it in private?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be writing books 6 and 7!
Seducing Hermione
Chapter 1: Do It and Die
Ron walked down the Great Hall with Hermione, he was wondering if he should offer to carry her books because she looked like she was having a hard time of it. If I offer to carry her books, Ron thought, she might get the wrong idea and think I like her. Ron continued to stare at Hermione's ongoing struggle with the mountain of books in her arms.
"Ron, you baboon. Quit staring and help me with all this." Hermione shrieked, rolling her eyes. Really, she thought, he can be quite thick.
"Yes. Well..., sorry." Ron stammered, taking half of the mountain from Hermione arms. "Where did you get all of these books, anyways?"
"Some are textbooks, most are library books. I got a little bored after my extra credit work." Hermione replied simply.
"A little?" Ron asked, his eyes bugging out of his head.
"Honestly, Ron, some people actually like doing something productive with their spare time."
"And how much spare time have you got?" Ron replied tartly, eyeing the books in both of their hands.
"Plenty." she said, fluffing her hair. Hermione thought of what she just did. Did I actually just fluff my hair in front of Ron? One look at Ron's disbelievingly expression told her that indeed she had.
"Are you alright?" Ron asked, something peculiar in his eyes. When did Hermione become such a .. .a. . .such a girl. Ron was shocked with his conclusion. With the exception of fourth year, Ron had never really seen Hermione in such a way. He began to blush and he didn't even know why.
"Of course I'm alright." Hermione snapped. Although, in her mind, Hermione was steadily going over the reasons why she would fluff her hair in front of Ronald Weasley.
One, I have finally over exerted my mind and I can no longer carry on regular conversations with a regular person ,Ron was no Lockehart , without making an ass out of myself.
Two, the powers that be can quite possibly hate me and would love to see me make an ass out of myself.
Or, a little voice said, you did that because you are madly in love with Ron and want to have his babies and just wanted to look good in front of him.
Hermione rolled her eyes, she didn't know whose little voice that was, it wasn't hers, it sounded a bit like Harry's. That would be like Harry too, trying to get me to believe that I'm in love with Ron. Hermione snorted aloud.
"Did I say something funny?" Ron asked, rather dreamily. He was picturing Hermione fluffing her hair just for him before he could stop himself. Ron became aware that he was staring at Hermione like a piece of meat dangling on a stick and he was a wild animal.
"'Mione ..." Ron murmured, still dreamily with his eyes shining with apparent emotion, reaching his hand out to touch her hair. Hermione kinda has beautiful hair. Hermione pulled away, part of her wanted him to and part of her was embarrassed at what he was trying to do. People from other houses were beginning to watch ,this seemingly romantic gesture on Ron's part, with interest. The boys closest to Ron and Hermione were holding back laughter. The girls were holding back 'awws'.
"Ron!" she shouted, putting her hand out to block his if tried this stunt once again.
Ron blinked a few times. "What?" he asked, finally out of his trance. His mind was trying to make sense of what he had done.
"Never, ever, try that again," Hermione started in a deadly voice, "in front of people."
Ron took that deadly voice to heart. But then the full force of what she had said hit him. In front of people?, Ron thought. A slow devilish grin started on his face, I wonder if I can try it in private?