CHAPTER 8 Hello Hermione
Ron sighed as he stretched on the couch, rubbing his eyes as he stretched his arms. He wearily got up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As the water boiled Ron thought over what he had said to Ginny only moments beforehand.
"Oh shit!" Ron swore as he realised his actions. "Shit, shit, shit!" he shouted as he banged his fists on the counter, until the cup started clattering on the saucer. He walked back to the living room, opened a chest of drawers until he found a shoe box under some old magazines and parchments. He brought it over to the sofa and sat down. It was his box of old memories of Hermione, the box he always kept hidden and the box that contained his darkest secret, the love he holds for Hermione even after three years. He had always said to himself he kept the box to give it back to Hermione one day, yet he never admitted to himself the real reason he kept the box, the real reason he only just realised. He was with his girlfriend Krista whom he loved, yet when confronted with the possibility of Hermione dating someone else, he realised exactly how much he still loved her. And the thought of Hermione in Harry's arms.
"Damn!" Ron shouted slamming his fist down on the arm rest of the couch. The thought of Harry, his best friend, with Hermione infuriated him. He clenched his fists as he pushed the thought out of his mind and opened the shoe box. Inside were old parchments which contained letters and their declaration of love, old moving photographs of Ron and Hermione on a day out, Hermione and both dressed up for a ball they had to go to. Along with that there were theatre tickets, party invitations and many other events they had attended in their two years of dating. A light blue cardigan of Hermione's was also in the box, tightly wrapped around a crystal sculpture she bought him that looked like her, when she was gone he could keep it to remind him off her. He unfolded the cardigan and gazed at the sculpture as it walked across his palm smiling at him. He smiled back and placed it in the box. As he lifted up her old cardigan it felt soft against his fingers, Hermione's smell of sweet aroma and fading essence of perfume was still on the cardigan. It smelt so much like her, it was almost like she was standing beside him.
"Hermione are you sure you want more mince meat in here?" Ron called from the kitchen. He was bent over the stove, stirring a saucepan of Bolognese with one hand as another directing the pasta to the sink with his wand. Ha had a red apron on him, that Hermione had bought him last Christmas, as his cooking was becoming as great as his mother's.
"Hermione?" Ron shouted out, but she did not reply. Ron dropped the wooden spoon in the saucepan and went in search of Hermione. He looked in their bedroom, but she was not there, neither was she in the bathroom or the small office they both shared. When he peeked in the living room he saw the lights were off and candles were placed all over the room. Hermione was lying seductively on the couch in her skimpy silk nightie, her eyes twinkling with delight.
Ron gazed at Hermione, transfixed for a moment, before raising one eyebrow and saying cheekily, "Why Hermione, what are you doing lying over there?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out?" she purred as she sat up straight and Ron obligingly obeyed. As he reached the couch, Hermione's hands went around his waist and pulled him closer, untying his apron at the same time. When the apron dropped to the floor Hermione got up, her arms still entwined around his waist and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. Ron licked his lips and smiled at her as Hermione became intensely interested in his blue t-shirt, running her hands up and down his chest.
"Now do we really need to keep on this silly t-shirt?" Hermione purred as she placed her hands under the cotton t-shirt and ran her hands up his chest.
"My, my Hermione. Whatever can you mean?" Ron grinned as he kissed Hermione passionately. This time neither of them stopped as the kiss intensified by the minute. Ron turned around and pulled Hermione closer to him as he sat down on the couch, Hermione straddling his lap. Hermione's hands were furiously working their way up and down Ron's back as Ron's hands were entwined in her hair and the other holding her close, his fingers lightly tapping the small on her back. Hermione, in one go pulled his t-shirt over his head and gazed at his chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his skin. She made a trail of kisses all over his chest, until she reached the navel and looked up at a blissful Ron, grinning from ear to ear. Ron was not the fittest or most well built man, but since he had only really started proper training a month ago, he had only a few muscles. Hermione ran her hands up and down his chest as she kissed him passionately once more, her hands becoming intertwined in his hair.
Ron couldn't stand what Hermione was doing to him, her purring voice and sexy lingerie were driving him wild and causing a certain part of his body to be extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know how much longer he could resist, but when Hermione started groaning on top of him, he knew he was lost. His hard member throbbed against her as he lay down on the couch and pulled Hermione on top of him. The Bolognese was soon forgotten in a wave of frenzied passionate kissing, along with the trousers now lying on the ground.
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"Come on Weasley concentrate", a woman shouted. From the ground.
"Yes Sir!" Ron replied turning his broom around to face the pitch again. Connolly came racing towards him passing the Quaffle on to Jameson and back to Connolly. Gerard darted out of nowhere to suddenly be by Ron's side and when Connolly threw the Quaffle once more to Gerard, Ron was too slow to stop him scoring. Gerard whopped and grinned at Connolly as a whistle could be heard far below them. Ron and the others dived down for the ground and stopped beside their coach Johnson.
"What the hell was that Weasley?" she roared at him, her face turning its usual red when she was angry, spit flying from her mouth and her eyes bulging. She was quite terrifying when she was angry, like a raging bull.
"Sorry Sir", Ron replied speaking low.
"Now what the hell is up with you today. That was the fifth goal you let in!" she raged.
"I'm sorry coach, I wasn't thinking straight", Ron mumbled.
"Well I want you to start thinking straight or else you're off the team", Johnson shouted. "Everyone, training's over!" and with that she marched back to her office.
"And to believe she was once a woman", Connolly chuckled. "Ah Weasley don't take it too hard. She's on a roll. You know how she usually is with O' Brien".
"Weasley's scared of the British bulldog!" another man laughed out loud.
"And to think she's going out with my brother. You would have thought she'd go easy on me", Ron moaned. "I'm going to kill Fred!" Ron made his way to the changing rooms, his broom over his shoulder. Jameson came running up to Ron and patted him on the shoulder.
"Ignore them Ron. She's just testy today. You know how Angelina is when she gets testy".
"Yeah I know, its usually Fred who causes her to be in such a testy mood. I'm off to have a shower".
"Don't take it too hard. You had a bad day and its ok to have one, shows you're human. Everyone has them", Jameson said.
"Yeah", Ron replied turning a left, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. After a cold and uncomfortable shower he quickly got dressed, packed his gear in his bag and decided to head to the Burrow. Fred and George were there today to talk to their mum and Ron needed some advice on his problem.
"Maybe they can help me out of this mess I got myself in", Ron muttered to himself. He made his way out of the changing rooms into the bright clear day and Apparated to the Burrow.
He dumped his bag in the hall as he made his way to the kitchen calling out, "Mum, Dad, anyone home?" He entered the tidy kitchen, the pots neatly hung up on the breakfast bar, a fire going in the fireplace and some fresh flowers had been placed in a vase on the old oak table. The kitchen smelt homely and nice, how it used to.
"Mum?" Ron called out once again when he heard his mother's voice and his father, they were bickering again.
"Oh Arthur don't be so silly!" Molly replied walking into the kitchen. "Oh Ron how good to see you again. Oh how have you been doing? Dear you must have something to eat", a much older and grey haired Mrs Weasley cried hugging her youngest son and placing a large kiss on his cheek. She then bustled over to the stove and heated some soup.
"Hello Mum", Ron said wiping his face. "Hello Dad". Arthur Weasley came up to his youngest son and pulled him into a fatherly hug.
"So what can we do for you son?" Arthur Weasley asked sitting down opposite him.
"Are Fred and George still here? I need to talk to them", Ron replied.
"They're talking to Bill and Charlie about something urgent. They'll be back in a minute or two". Ron nodded his head in response and watched his mother heat the soup.
Suddenly a gong could be heard from the hall which could only be the doorbell.
"Arthur could you get that, I have to go check on the vegetables", Mrs Weasley said going outside. Arthur got up off his seat to answer the door. Ron got up and went over to the stove to smell the soup and see what his mother was making for him, when he heard footsteps on the wooden floor he turned around to see who the visitor was. He was not prepared for the person he saw. Standing in the doorframe was his bushy haired, know-it-all ex girlfriend, the girl that had once been his best friend, was his first love and the reason he was here in the first place. It seemed running away from your problems didn't work anymore, they come to you.
"Hello Ron", she said nervously fidgeting with her cardigan.
Ron gulped down the knot that had formed in his throat and replied, "Hello Hermione".
Ron sighed as he stretched on the couch, rubbing his eyes as he stretched his arms. He wearily got up off the couch and made his way to the kitchen for a cup of tea. As the water boiled Ron thought over what he had said to Ginny only moments beforehand.
"Oh shit!" Ron swore as he realised his actions. "Shit, shit, shit!" he shouted as he banged his fists on the counter, until the cup started clattering on the saucer. He walked back to the living room, opened a chest of drawers until he found a shoe box under some old magazines and parchments. He brought it over to the sofa and sat down. It was his box of old memories of Hermione, the box he always kept hidden and the box that contained his darkest secret, the love he holds for Hermione even after three years. He had always said to himself he kept the box to give it back to Hermione one day, yet he never admitted to himself the real reason he kept the box, the real reason he only just realised. He was with his girlfriend Krista whom he loved, yet when confronted with the possibility of Hermione dating someone else, he realised exactly how much he still loved her. And the thought of Hermione in Harry's arms.
"Damn!" Ron shouted slamming his fist down on the arm rest of the couch. The thought of Harry, his best friend, with Hermione infuriated him. He clenched his fists as he pushed the thought out of his mind and opened the shoe box. Inside were old parchments which contained letters and their declaration of love, old moving photographs of Ron and Hermione on a day out, Hermione and both dressed up for a ball they had to go to. Along with that there were theatre tickets, party invitations and many other events they had attended in their two years of dating. A light blue cardigan of Hermione's was also in the box, tightly wrapped around a crystal sculpture she bought him that looked like her, when she was gone he could keep it to remind him off her. He unfolded the cardigan and gazed at the sculpture as it walked across his palm smiling at him. He smiled back and placed it in the box. As he lifted up her old cardigan it felt soft against his fingers, Hermione's smell of sweet aroma and fading essence of perfume was still on the cardigan. It smelt so much like her, it was almost like she was standing beside him.
"Hermione are you sure you want more mince meat in here?" Ron called from the kitchen. He was bent over the stove, stirring a saucepan of Bolognese with one hand as another directing the pasta to the sink with his wand. Ha had a red apron on him, that Hermione had bought him last Christmas, as his cooking was becoming as great as his mother's.
"Hermione?" Ron shouted out, but she did not reply. Ron dropped the wooden spoon in the saucepan and went in search of Hermione. He looked in their bedroom, but she was not there, neither was she in the bathroom or the small office they both shared. When he peeked in the living room he saw the lights were off and candles were placed all over the room. Hermione was lying seductively on the couch in her skimpy silk nightie, her eyes twinkling with delight.
Ron gazed at Hermione, transfixed for a moment, before raising one eyebrow and saying cheekily, "Why Hermione, what are you doing lying over there?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out?" she purred as she sat up straight and Ron obligingly obeyed. As he reached the couch, Hermione's hands went around his waist and pulled him closer, untying his apron at the same time. When the apron dropped to the floor Hermione got up, her arms still entwined around his waist and placed a passionate kiss on his lips. Ron licked his lips and smiled at her as Hermione became intensely interested in his blue t-shirt, running her hands up and down his chest.
"Now do we really need to keep on this silly t-shirt?" Hermione purred as she placed her hands under the cotton t-shirt and ran her hands up his chest.
"My, my Hermione. Whatever can you mean?" Ron grinned as he kissed Hermione passionately. This time neither of them stopped as the kiss intensified by the minute. Ron turned around and pulled Hermione closer to him as he sat down on the couch, Hermione straddling his lap. Hermione's hands were furiously working their way up and down Ron's back as Ron's hands were entwined in her hair and the other holding her close, his fingers lightly tapping the small on her back. Hermione, in one go pulled his t-shirt over his head and gazed at his chest, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on his skin. She made a trail of kisses all over his chest, until she reached the navel and looked up at a blissful Ron, grinning from ear to ear. Ron was not the fittest or most well built man, but since he had only really started proper training a month ago, he had only a few muscles. Hermione ran her hands up and down his chest as she kissed him passionately once more, her hands becoming intertwined in his hair.
Ron couldn't stand what Hermione was doing to him, her purring voice and sexy lingerie were driving him wild and causing a certain part of his body to be extremely uncomfortable. He didn't know how much longer he could resist, but when Hermione started groaning on top of him, he knew he was lost. His hard member throbbed against her as he lay down on the couch and pulled Hermione on top of him. The Bolognese was soon forgotten in a wave of frenzied passionate kissing, along with the trousers now lying on the ground.
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"Come on Weasley concentrate", a woman shouted. From the ground.
"Yes Sir!" Ron replied turning his broom around to face the pitch again. Connolly came racing towards him passing the Quaffle on to Jameson and back to Connolly. Gerard darted out of nowhere to suddenly be by Ron's side and when Connolly threw the Quaffle once more to Gerard, Ron was too slow to stop him scoring. Gerard whopped and grinned at Connolly as a whistle could be heard far below them. Ron and the others dived down for the ground and stopped beside their coach Johnson.
"What the hell was that Weasley?" she roared at him, her face turning its usual red when she was angry, spit flying from her mouth and her eyes bulging. She was quite terrifying when she was angry, like a raging bull.
"Sorry Sir", Ron replied speaking low.
"Now what the hell is up with you today. That was the fifth goal you let in!" she raged.
"I'm sorry coach, I wasn't thinking straight", Ron mumbled.
"Well I want you to start thinking straight or else you're off the team", Johnson shouted. "Everyone, training's over!" and with that she marched back to her office.
"And to believe she was once a woman", Connolly chuckled. "Ah Weasley don't take it too hard. She's on a roll. You know how she usually is with O' Brien".
"Weasley's scared of the British bulldog!" another man laughed out loud.
"And to think she's going out with my brother. You would have thought she'd go easy on me", Ron moaned. "I'm going to kill Fred!" Ron made his way to the changing rooms, his broom over his shoulder. Jameson came running up to Ron and patted him on the shoulder.
"Ignore them Ron. She's just testy today. You know how Angelina is when she gets testy".
"Yeah I know, its usually Fred who causes her to be in such a testy mood. I'm off to have a shower".
"Don't take it too hard. You had a bad day and its ok to have one, shows you're human. Everyone has them", Jameson said.
"Yeah", Ron replied turning a left, grabbing a towel and heading for the showers. After a cold and uncomfortable shower he quickly got dressed, packed his gear in his bag and decided to head to the Burrow. Fred and George were there today to talk to their mum and Ron needed some advice on his problem.
"Maybe they can help me out of this mess I got myself in", Ron muttered to himself. He made his way out of the changing rooms into the bright clear day and Apparated to the Burrow.
He dumped his bag in the hall as he made his way to the kitchen calling out, "Mum, Dad, anyone home?" He entered the tidy kitchen, the pots neatly hung up on the breakfast bar, a fire going in the fireplace and some fresh flowers had been placed in a vase on the old oak table. The kitchen smelt homely and nice, how it used to.
"Mum?" Ron called out once again when he heard his mother's voice and his father, they were bickering again.
"Oh Arthur don't be so silly!" Molly replied walking into the kitchen. "Oh Ron how good to see you again. Oh how have you been doing? Dear you must have something to eat", a much older and grey haired Mrs Weasley cried hugging her youngest son and placing a large kiss on his cheek. She then bustled over to the stove and heated some soup.
"Hello Mum", Ron said wiping his face. "Hello Dad". Arthur Weasley came up to his youngest son and pulled him into a fatherly hug.
"So what can we do for you son?" Arthur Weasley asked sitting down opposite him.
"Are Fred and George still here? I need to talk to them", Ron replied.
"They're talking to Bill and Charlie about something urgent. They'll be back in a minute or two". Ron nodded his head in response and watched his mother heat the soup.
Suddenly a gong could be heard from the hall which could only be the doorbell.
"Arthur could you get that, I have to go check on the vegetables", Mrs Weasley said going outside. Arthur got up off his seat to answer the door. Ron got up and went over to the stove to smell the soup and see what his mother was making for him, when he heard footsteps on the wooden floor he turned around to see who the visitor was. He was not prepared for the person he saw. Standing in the doorframe was his bushy haired, know-it-all ex girlfriend, the girl that had once been his best friend, was his first love and the reason he was here in the first place. It seemed running away from your problems didn't work anymore, they come to you.
"Hello Ron", she said nervously fidgeting with her cardigan.
Ron gulped down the knot that had formed in his throat and replied, "Hello Hermione".
