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CHAPTER TWO

One Moment

For Ronald Wesley nothing in life had ever been easy. He had too many brothers' legacies to live up to, too many battles to fight. His whole life had been nothing but problem after problem, but somehow today that didn't matter. Today was a new day.

It was a beautiful Saturday and he and his best mate Harry Potter were sitting in the common room playing chess, which Harry was loosing dreadfully. Ron laughed as Harry lost the tenth consecutive game.

"Sorry mate, but checkmate again."

"How on earth did you do that?" Harry said as he studied the board trying in vein to discover what he did wrong.

"If there is one thing I am really good at, it is wizard chess."

"No, what you are really good at is staring hungrily at Hermione Granger", Harry mumbled to himself.

"What did you say?"

"Oh nothing, just that I give up. There is no way I am ever going to be able to beat you... today that is"

"No, there is no way you are going to be able to beat me ever", laughed Ron. "So, what is the great boy who lived going to do on this lazy afternoon?"

"Ron! Please don't call me that! I have enough adoring fans thank you very much. But, to answer your question I was thinking about going down to the lake to sit in the sun. Care to join me?"

"Love to! We just have to find Hermione and we can go."

"No need", a voice called from the bottom of the stairs "I am right here."

Ron turned to look at her and his breath caught in his throat. She was gorgeous. Her white blouse accented her luscious hair and her big breasts that just begged to let him touch them. Her tight muggle jeans clung to her hips that he was sure would feel heavenly pressed up against his.

The cheery mood of the day ended. He mentally shook himself; he had to stop doing this. He couldn't keep looking at her or thinking about her this way. She was out of his reach, she was a forbidden woman. Lord knew he wanted her, but he couldn't have her. She deserved to be with someone who wouldn't get himself killed like he, Ron, was bound to do. He wanted to be an auror. No, he needed to be an auror. It was his destiny to protect the innocent people of the wizarding world. He couldn't risk causing Hermione pain by leaving her a young widow. He loved her too much, and if that meant a life without ever knowing her kisses or the way she felt in his bed, so be it.

"Hi Hermione" Ron silently cursed himself; his voice had come out deep and husky. He couldn't risk alerting her to how he felt about her. Schooling his voice to sound normal he said, "So, do you want to come to the lake with us?"

"I would love to, but first, this ended up in my trunk by accident" Hermione handed him his favorite Chudly Cannons t-shirt.

"Thanks, I was wondering where it had disappeared to. I'll just put it away and then we can head out. Be back in a minute."

Ron ran up the stairs and threw open the door to his dormitory. He looked down at the shirt in his hands. It smelled just like her. Lavender he had realized last year, she always smelled like lavender. He decided that perhaps he shouldn't wash the shirt just yet. He put the shirt in his trunk and ran back downstairs.

"Ready to go?" Harry asked.

"Sure, come on" Ron replied. Hermione started to walk towards the fat lady's portrait.

"God, her butt is amazing" Ron thought as he followed her "I wish I could just hold her for one moment. One moment, that's all I ask, then I'll go back to admiring her from afar." However, somehow Ron knew that one moment would never be enough.