The next day was Sunday and Hermione still had all day to lay in bed and
not move. She didn't want to go out, and she most certainly didn't want to
see Ron. She almost felt bad for leaving Harry to deal with him all day.
She lay on her back, the curtains pulled around her bed, staring at the ceiling. A knock came from the door. "Go away. I'm not coming to breakfast."
"It's me. Ron."
"Ron?" Hermione got out of bed. That was the last person she expected to greet her at the door. She got out of her bed.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She would get ready but she couldn't leave Ron waiting out there for her.
She opened her door and sure enough Ron was outside of it. "Hermione. Look I'm sorry about what happened last night. I didn't mean to yell at you." Hermione listened closely. It sounded like Ron had rehearsed what he was going to say. Which meant that he made an effort.
"It's okay, Ron. What happened anyway?"
"Oh. Nothing." Ron lied.
"Ron, I can see right through you. Either you tell me or I'll have to find out myself."
"I just finally let Malfoy get what he deserved. So am I forgiven?"
"Of course, Ron. Let me see your hand, though." She picked up his hand and examined it.
"OUCH! Don't squeeze it!"
"Quit being a baby, Ron."
"I'm not being a baby."
"Yes you are. Now give me your hand." Ron refused again before Hermione gave him an evil glare of doom.
"Just don't squeeze it again."
"I think your middle finger is broken and the rest of your hand is bruised. Does it hurt badly?"
"Yes." Ron was going to milk it for all it was worth.
"Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?" Hermione wasn't sure if it was her who said it. Her voice was huskier than attended.
Ron swallowed hard and nodded. "Well?" Hermione asked him as a smile spread across her face.
"Kiss it." Hermione wasn't sure if he was serious. She didn't even know if she'd heard right. The look on his face told her he was completely serious though.
She gently picked up his hand and looked into Ron's eyes before placing her lips on the top of his hand.
Ron closed his eyes. Hermione's lips felt soft, and moist against his hand. His pain immediately disappeared.
"Better?" Hermione asked in a whisper. Ron nodded his head in reply. He took a step closer to Hermione. "Good." She said.
Hermione was now standing with her head level to Ron's chest. He lifted her head with his pointer finger. She closed her eyes as she waited for Ron's lips to meet her own.
"And then he spilt the juice all over the table!" Lavender told Parvati as they entered the dormitory.
Hermione jumped back from Ron and looked at her two roommates. If there was ever a time where she was sure she couldn't hate Lavender and Parvati any more than she already did, now was that time.
"Ooh. I'm sorry. Were we interrupting something?" Parvati asked.
Ron said something Hermione couldn't understand and left the room. "Yes. You actually were interrupting something." Hermione stomped back over to her bed and plopped down onto it.
"Was it just my eyes or was Ron about to kiss you?"
"No, it wasn't just your eyes. He WAS about to kiss me before you two came."
"I knew he liked you! I told you, didn't I, Lavender? I said Ron likes Hermione!"
"You did. Just this morning at breakfast!"
"I don't know why you two are so happy."
"You should be!"
"I would be if you two hadn't come and interrupted me!"
"You have a point there. Here, if one of us has a boy up here we should have some kind of sign to let the other two know NOT to come in." Lavender suggested.
"Ooh! Good idea! What should we use though?"
"How about a big sign on the door that says 'Stay out you two! I've got a boy in the room!'" Hermione suggested sarcastically.
"No. How about we put a book under the door?" Parvati suggested.
"Ok. Fine. But no boy's in here after midnight. And no fighting over who gets the room when. One day advancement on whoever gets the room. You can't call it more than one day in advance." Hermione said
"Deal."
"Deal."
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got to go find Ron."
She lay on her back, the curtains pulled around her bed, staring at the ceiling. A knock came from the door. "Go away. I'm not coming to breakfast."
"It's me. Ron."
"Ron?" Hermione got out of bed. That was the last person she expected to greet her at the door. She got out of her bed.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was a mess. She would get ready but she couldn't leave Ron waiting out there for her.
She opened her door and sure enough Ron was outside of it. "Hermione. Look I'm sorry about what happened last night. I didn't mean to yell at you." Hermione listened closely. It sounded like Ron had rehearsed what he was going to say. Which meant that he made an effort.
"It's okay, Ron. What happened anyway?"
"Oh. Nothing." Ron lied.
"Ron, I can see right through you. Either you tell me or I'll have to find out myself."
"I just finally let Malfoy get what he deserved. So am I forgiven?"
"Of course, Ron. Let me see your hand, though." She picked up his hand and examined it.
"OUCH! Don't squeeze it!"
"Quit being a baby, Ron."
"I'm not being a baby."
"Yes you are. Now give me your hand." Ron refused again before Hermione gave him an evil glare of doom.
"Just don't squeeze it again."
"I think your middle finger is broken and the rest of your hand is bruised. Does it hurt badly?"
"Yes." Ron was going to milk it for all it was worth.
"Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?" Hermione wasn't sure if it was her who said it. Her voice was huskier than attended.
Ron swallowed hard and nodded. "Well?" Hermione asked him as a smile spread across her face.
"Kiss it." Hermione wasn't sure if he was serious. She didn't even know if she'd heard right. The look on his face told her he was completely serious though.
She gently picked up his hand and looked into Ron's eyes before placing her lips on the top of his hand.
Ron closed his eyes. Hermione's lips felt soft, and moist against his hand. His pain immediately disappeared.
"Better?" Hermione asked in a whisper. Ron nodded his head in reply. He took a step closer to Hermione. "Good." She said.
Hermione was now standing with her head level to Ron's chest. He lifted her head with his pointer finger. She closed her eyes as she waited for Ron's lips to meet her own.
"And then he spilt the juice all over the table!" Lavender told Parvati as they entered the dormitory.
Hermione jumped back from Ron and looked at her two roommates. If there was ever a time where she was sure she couldn't hate Lavender and Parvati any more than she already did, now was that time.
"Ooh. I'm sorry. Were we interrupting something?" Parvati asked.
Ron said something Hermione couldn't understand and left the room. "Yes. You actually were interrupting something." Hermione stomped back over to her bed and plopped down onto it.
"Was it just my eyes or was Ron about to kiss you?"
"No, it wasn't just your eyes. He WAS about to kiss me before you two came."
"I knew he liked you! I told you, didn't I, Lavender? I said Ron likes Hermione!"
"You did. Just this morning at breakfast!"
"I don't know why you two are so happy."
"You should be!"
"I would be if you two hadn't come and interrupted me!"
"You have a point there. Here, if one of us has a boy up here we should have some kind of sign to let the other two know NOT to come in." Lavender suggested.
"Ooh! Good idea! What should we use though?"
"How about a big sign on the door that says 'Stay out you two! I've got a boy in the room!'" Hermione suggested sarcastically.
"No. How about we put a book under the door?" Parvati suggested.
"Ok. Fine. But no boy's in here after midnight. And no fighting over who gets the room when. One day advancement on whoever gets the room. You can't call it more than one day in advance." Hermione said
"Deal."
"Deal."
"Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got to go find Ron."