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this story. Only the plot.
Hermione stared out the window. She saw a head of red hair sitting in the Quidditch stands. It was definitely a Weasley. Probably Ron, too. He was the only Weasley missing in action.
Hermione turned and hurried down the stairs of the tower. She had to get down there before he left again. Hermione almost tripped and fell down the stairs a few times before she reached the entrance.
Ron sat with his chin resting in his hands. He was cold and wet, but he didn't feel like moving from his spot. He was too busy thinking.
Hermione was the only thing on his mind. "Ron! Ron Weasley!" Ron turned around to see Hermione running towards him. A smile spread across his lips.
She finally reached where he was sitting and stopped. Her breathing was hard and she was hunched over, her hands on her knees. She finally caught her breath, "Ron! It's raining! Come inside before you catch cold!"
"It's not raining that hard." Hermione looked at him. He was dripping wet. Hermione walked over and sat down next to him.
"I've been looking for you all afternoon, Ron. I was beginning to wonder if you'd died or something! Where have you been?"
"Out here." Ron looked down at her. Her big, chocolate brown eyes looked back up at him. Hermione's hand reached up and touched his forehead.
"Sorry," she said looking away, "Your hair was sticking to your forehead."
"Oh," Ron looked out across the field. He wasn't really looking at anything. He was thinking about Hermione's sudden action of affection. Maybe she did like him. The thought quickly passed as he sneaked a slide glance at Hermione. She was playing with a ring around her finger. A ring Krum gave her.
He cleared his throat and Hermione looked up at him. "Ron." He turned his head back to her when he heard his name called.
"Hmm?" He blinked as he looked down at her. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"You're shivering Ron."
He felt his body shaking for the first time since he'd been out there. Hermione scooted closer to him, their hips resting against one another's.
"Better?" she smiled up at him and he nodded. She laced both of her arms around his arm. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
Ron suddenly felt warmer than he'd felt in his entire life. Not knowing what to do he sat stiff as a board, until Hermione sighed in contentment. Ron moved his arm that was furthest from Hermione and ran it down the side of her face.
She looked up at him. There was a look in her eyes Ron had never seen before. At least from Hermione. It was adoration, and sincerity. Maybe even love.
Ron's brain was shouting to kiss her. He tried to think rationally but couldn't. He threw all caution to the wind and moved in closer to her. His lips came centimeters, if even that, almost toughing. He closed his eyes.
"Miss Granger! Mr. Weasley!"
SORRY. I KNOW MY CHAPTERS ARE REALLY SHORT, BUT I WANT TO LEAVE THEM ON AN EXCITING POINT! KINDA LIKE A CLIFFHANGER! IS IT WORKING?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Hermione stared out the window. She saw a head of red hair sitting in the Quidditch stands. It was definitely a Weasley. Probably Ron, too. He was the only Weasley missing in action.
Hermione turned and hurried down the stairs of the tower. She had to get down there before he left again. Hermione almost tripped and fell down the stairs a few times before she reached the entrance.
Ron sat with his chin resting in his hands. He was cold and wet, but he didn't feel like moving from his spot. He was too busy thinking.
Hermione was the only thing on his mind. "Ron! Ron Weasley!" Ron turned around to see Hermione running towards him. A smile spread across his lips.
She finally reached where he was sitting and stopped. Her breathing was hard and she was hunched over, her hands on her knees. She finally caught her breath, "Ron! It's raining! Come inside before you catch cold!"
"It's not raining that hard." Hermione looked at him. He was dripping wet. Hermione walked over and sat down next to him.
"I've been looking for you all afternoon, Ron. I was beginning to wonder if you'd died or something! Where have you been?"
"Out here." Ron looked down at her. Her big, chocolate brown eyes looked back up at him. Hermione's hand reached up and touched his forehead.
"Sorry," she said looking away, "Your hair was sticking to your forehead."
"Oh," Ron looked out across the field. He wasn't really looking at anything. He was thinking about Hermione's sudden action of affection. Maybe she did like him. The thought quickly passed as he sneaked a slide glance at Hermione. She was playing with a ring around her finger. A ring Krum gave her.
He cleared his throat and Hermione looked up at him. "Ron." He turned his head back to her when he heard his name called.
"Hmm?" He blinked as he looked down at her. She put her hand on his shoulder.
"You're shivering Ron."
He felt his body shaking for the first time since he'd been out there. Hermione scooted closer to him, their hips resting against one another's.
"Better?" she smiled up at him and he nodded. She laced both of her arms around his arm. She leaned her head against his shoulder.
Ron suddenly felt warmer than he'd felt in his entire life. Not knowing what to do he sat stiff as a board, until Hermione sighed in contentment. Ron moved his arm that was furthest from Hermione and ran it down the side of her face.
She looked up at him. There was a look in her eyes Ron had never seen before. At least from Hermione. It was adoration, and sincerity. Maybe even love.
Ron's brain was shouting to kiss her. He tried to think rationally but couldn't. He threw all caution to the wind and moved in closer to her. His lips came centimeters, if even that, almost toughing. He closed his eyes.
"Miss Granger! Mr. Weasley!"
SORRY. I KNOW MY CHAPTERS ARE REALLY SHORT, BUT I WANT TO LEAVE THEM ON AN EXCITING POINT! KINDA LIKE A CLIFFHANGER! IS IT WORKING?!?!?!?!?!?!?