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Chapter 2-Sleepwalker
It had been a week since the incident. Ron and Hermione couldn't even go by each other without blushing furiously. At least,
Fred and George had been kind in respecting their younger brother's wishes to not tell anyone about his sleeping problems.
School was soon beginning, and school supplies had been bought. The summer was saying its goodbyes.....
Hermione sat in the far corner of the Weasleys' long kitchen table, spreading marmalade on her toast, and humming quietly.
He tried not to be seen as he hid behind the wall leading to the living room. Ron watched her eat, and listened to the song she hummed,
the sweet tune that unnoticably fluttered out of the sweet lips he had kissed. He still wasn't sure if he had kissed her for real. It felt
like a dream to be tangled in her sheets with her, kissing her at all hours of the early morning. They had their own secret, their own
beautiful secret. His fingers came to his lips in rememberence of the sweet touch of her lips upon his own. Now he understood how
Harry felt when he told his first kiss was wet.
The silence of the large kitchen volumized her song, and the wind blew cold in through the half-door opening. It was a chilly day
for summer, the winds gave her shivers. She wished Ron was there, holding her , their bodies together causing a heat between both,
a warmth so extravagant that it could warm up her on even the coldest of days. And his lips. Hermione remembered every outline of
how their lips first met that morning.
It had begun with a fight, like everything else between them, about why Ron was in her bed
and he simply couldn't explain why out of ignorance. Then, she noticed his astonoshing face. The slightly freckled,
red cheeks, the pout of his rosy lips, and the want in his shocking, blue eyes. No to mention his warm their warm breaths
together, hitting each others face . It was the perfect moment-she thought.
She kept thinking about him under those covers with her, when suddently something fell with a clatter to the floor.
Hermione put down her knife, with which she had been spreading marmalade ona single piece of toast for five minutes,
and looked around.
That was it-he thought. Ron mentally slapped himself and decided to step forth and reveal himself. He knew
she would be angry at him for spying on her, and Hermione seemed to be keen on sensing spies.
"Oh,it's you Ron,"Hermione said calmly. Wow-he thought. He smiled when she suddently concentrated on her over-
marmaladed toast like it was her homework. She was embaressed to talk to him-he figured.
"I was watching you,"he admitted, taking a seat and expecting her lecture on how rude it is to spy on people.
Surprisingly, he watched as her cheeks redden when she looked up at him with a lopsided grin he recognized as his
own.
"Oh, were you?"she was doing something with her fingers but he couldn't see.
Ron studied her expression, her look of embaressment mixed with pride and want. It was like looking
into a mirror of his feelings.
"I wanted to know,"he began nervously,"if what happened was real, or just an incident that meant nothing
at all." Hermione got up and stood there, looking at him incredibly. He feared for what was about to come.
Her eyes glimmered with tears. How could he even ask that?-she thought.
"You know what,Ronald?"she questioned angrily, looking him straight in the sky of his eyes.
Now Ron knew his expression showed the fear within him, and he scooted his chair back to stand.
Hermione looked about to blow as she told him,"You don't deserve anything."
"You don't even deserve this."
She grabbed his face, quickly joining both lips in a passionate kiss. Ron was frozen for a bit, but then began
kissing her back in a slow and smooth motion. She was taking over though, grabbing his wrists and walking him back
so his back was to the wall of the family kitchen.
Hermione swore she heard Ron purr , because although Ron was delicate, she kept
trying to enter his mouth. It was so warm, so wet , so intoxicating and engrossing that she had no intentions to
stop whatsoever....
Ron felt her small frame pressed up against his large one, holding his wrists to the wall, and caressing
his lips furiously with anger. It was all he ever wanted, he wanted her and that was it.
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