(A/N: Hi everyone! My name is Starr and a few days ago, I fell in love with fan fiction! I've loved the Harry Potter books for so long, but I never read fan fiction a lot, until I got bored one evening, a voila! I read the best fic I had ever read (which wasn't really a lot, but I'm telling you, it was excellent!) a bit ago, and I couldn't stop until I had finished the entire 25 chapters and read the 23 chapters of the sequel! So, if you need a good fan fic, please check out Telling Ron, and the sequel, There For You! They really are superb.
You're all probably wanting to get on with this now, and I can't wait! This took me a while to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did creating it! I can tell you it will have many more chapters (I'm almost done with Chapter Two!) and I will update frequently if anyone actually reads this! I hope that you all will review it and tell me what you think of this because as a first time writer, I can't wait to hear what people think of me! Just hit that little button at the bottom and I'll reply to you all individually at the end of next chapter after I've gotten a few reviews. Well, that's all for now. Happy reading!))
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Chapter One
Thinking Of You
It was very late and the night was darker than ebony. Rain pounded on the windows of the Gryffindor common room; they were in the middle of a sudden storm. The common room was almost empty, save for a solitary figure crumpled in a despairing heap on the floor. It was shaking profusely which was highly unusual as this person was directly in front of the fire; dying as it was, it still provided much warmth.
The figure was so absorbed into its weeping that it didn't even notice as a portrait swung open. Another joined the being in the common room. The faint sound of shuddering gasps reached his ears and he turned his head, searching for the person who had made the noise. His eyes rested when he looked towards the fire. He stepped forward curiously and as he did so, coming out of the dark, the bit of light that was produced from the expiring fire brought forth his features.
He was rather tall, much taller than most in his year, and although he still had the appearance of being rather gangly, there was a slight hint of maturity in him. It was quite apparent that this boy was becoming a man. After a year of Quidditch he seemed to be getting quite strong, which didn't make his large hands seem so abnormally sized, yet just added a touch more of masculinity to him; they looked very strong, yet caring. This boy -- soon to be man, remember -- had flaming red hair, which worked nicely with his comforting eyes. He had so many freckles that it had once been alleged he had spattergroit, a greivous affliction of the skin, which had been highly affronting to him, but now they were softened by his skin, which had become tan over the past few years. Beneath his eyes was a large nose and soft lips, which were almost always either parted (he was often blabbering about senseless things, or either yelling at his friend or cracking jokes), or touching together, arranged in a crooked grin.
However, as Ronald Weasley stepped forward, closer to the fire to examine who was crying, his eyes narrowed in worry and confusion and his lips parted not in happiness but to release a gasp. He gaped at the person who was on the floor and he knelt down. He reached out with his hands but paused. He didn't know what to do. He shook his head as he looked at the sight before him. He knew that hair. That beautiful, gorgeous brown hair.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked, his voice breaking slightly. The girl looked up and Ron was startled. He could tell she had been crying for a very long time. She sat up, trying to stop her crying and wiping her eyes.
"Oh Ron!" she sighed. "It just came!"
"What did?" Ron asked, confused.
"This letter!" Hermione sniffed.
"From who?" Ron questioned.
"Viktor." Hermione answered, another tear falling from her eye and starting to roll down her cheek.
Ron tensed at the sound of Krum's name. He had tensed up at the mention of him since fourth year. He had originally liked him, but after he had shown an interest in Hermione, he had thrown away all previous acceptance of this character. He would have liked nothing better than to shred the undeserving prat and take Hermione as his own. In fact, he never admitted it, but the only reason he had joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team was that he was hoping Hermione would take to him, if in fact she did go for the Quidditch player types. As Ron began to get over his sudden explosion of anger at Krum's memory, Hermione motioned to a crumpled piece of parchment next to her.
Hermione explained shakily, "I was alone in here when it first came. I was getting ahead on some classwork and doing some light reading." Her hand gestured towards a pile of some six or seven books that were stacked on a table nearby. "Then an owl came for me and I read it and... Oh!" she collapsed again, so intensely that she had to gasp for air. Ron wanted to comfort her immediately but thought he could do so better if he read the letter. He picked up the parchment and brought it to his face. It was indeed crumpled, and he could tell she had been crying on top of it, for many droplets of tears had been absorbed into the paper, smearing the ink in several places. He struggled to make out the short letter. It got immediately to the point. As soon as he started to read it, his confused expression turned to a scowl, which deepened as he got further and further down the letter.
It turned out that Krum had broken up with her. That bastard had broken up with her, Hermione Granger! The most beautiful, gorgeous creature on the planet. He had taken her heart, held it in his hands, given her hopes and dreams and ambitions and then what does he do? He smashed it into a thousand pieces! He'd kill him. He'd make Krum wish he were never born. He'd put him in so much pain-
He was jerked out of his anger and back to the present situation by a particuarly loud sob by Hermione. He cast the letter aside. He was still furious beyond belief but that would have to wait until later. Right now all he needed to do was to comfort Hermione in any way possible.
His hands shook nervously as he reached out to her and he willed them to stop. He touched her shoulder and he looked up. As she gazed into his eyes, his heart melted. She was everything beautiful in the world. She was petite and perfect and the sight of her made him want to do nothing but hold her in his arms for all eternity. Her hair was the perfect length and framed her head gorgeously. The fire light caught it just right and seemed to make it glow. As her head moved, the few blonde strands in her hair turned to an illuminating gold color. Her hair was wavy, which suited her well. Her skin, as opposed to his, was not freckled, but fair. It looked ever so soft, and he longed to it, to feel her cheek against his hand. He could get lost in her eyes. They were of a lovely, honeyed color, and usually were illuminated happiness and sparkling with knowledge. However, now they were devoid of any and all promising thoughts, downcast with desolate ideas and absolutely no hope for the future. In that moment, he died. His heart literally hurt and he wanted to cry out in pain. He never wanted to see her hurt; he'd give up his entire life in order to make her happy. Actually, this wansn't an unusual promise that he would make with ease. For quite a time now he knew that he'd give up his life if only she could smile once more. Her small nose fit in wondrously with her petite appearance, and her mouth... Oh God, her perfect rosebud lips, so soft and beautiful, he'd do anything just to touch his lips to them once --
He shook his head, reminding himself that this was not the time to get lost in thoughts about Hermione. After all, he did that every night, and most of the day. At night, during breaks, during Binn's classes ... Stop it, Ron! he commanded himself. He looked to her as he searched for something to say.
"Hermione, please don't be sad, oh God, don't be sad." He breathed.
"Why?" she cried, sorrowfully. "Didn't you read that letter, Ron? It's over, it's all over! What shall I do now? I can't... I don't..." she stumbled over her words.
"Hermione..." His voice cracked again.
"Anyway, I don't know why I thought it would work out! He's famous and too good for me! I'm stupid, stupid, stupid, and horribly ugly--"
"No!" he cried out. A tear formed in the corner of his eye and trickled down his cheek. "Hermione, you don't believe that!"
"How could I not?" She sobbed. "How could I not believe the truth when I have to look at it every day in a mirror?"
She gave another great shuddering gasp as she wiped away her tears and rubbed her eyes, although this hardly made any difference as tears kept coming. Her eyes had grown slightly red and very puffy, but quite from making her less attractive, he only wanted her to be in his arms more, to comfort her. Ron reached out, and as yet another tear drop fell, he caught it with his finger.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"Envying this." Ron answered, looking at the droplet on his finger.
"Why?" Hermione inquired.
"Hermione," Ron said, turning to her, "if I could be anything in this entire world, I would be a tear born in your eyes, living on your cheek... And dying on your lips."
Hermione's eyes widened when Ron said this. It was the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to her, and she was absolutely stunned at how romantic he was capable of being.
"Oh, Ron..." she breathed.
"I know tha--" Ron started, but Hermione softly shushed him as she put a hand against his cheek. Ron got a funny, fluttery feeling in his stomach as she did so, the same funny, fluttering feeling he got every time he thought of her. She brought her face closer to his and as she did so, he swallowed. Then she closed her eyes as she brought her face closer... and closer...
She touched her lips to his and he erupted in happiness. He didn't care if his life ended right then and there, he was happier than he'd ever been, he had gotten everything he had ever wanted. Hermione had actually kissed him on the lips! Wait, not had kissed, was kissing! Her lips were softer than he could have ever imagined, this was wonderful, it was--
His thoughts were cut off as she caressed his lips with hers and he gave in to his longings and deepened the kiss, to which she did not object. The kiss was really passionate from the start. Her hand dropped and she gripped his arms slightly above the elbows, and he cupped her perfect face in his hands. After a few intense moments, they sunk in to the kiss, her face upturned to his and his hands now running through her gorgeous hair. If you were to stand back and watch the two people silhouetted against the fireplace, you would have finally seen the most gorgeous, touching sight in all the universe: two people sharing their first kiss. Two people who were hopelessly, passionately, can't-live-without-you in love.
The kiss ended, unfortunately, but they stayed sitting together. Ron said, "Hermione, Krum doesn't deserve you. You're heaven. You're it. You're better off without him, because he could never give you everything you deserve. And I'm not saying that I can, because you don't deserve the world, Hermione, you deserve more, so much more. But I'm willing to offer you as much as I can. My entire heart, all my life. All I want to do is make you happy. Not only am I willing. No, I'm begging." He was cut off however, when Hermione kissed him again and then sunk into his arms. He gripped Hermione tight and held her close. He'd never let her go. After a few moments, she looked up to him, smiling blissfully.
"Hermione?" He said.
"Hmm?" she replied.
"I... I don't want to scare you, but... But I have to say this. I love you." Ron choked out.
He was frightened she'd back away, but she just collapsed in his arms again.
"Ron, you don't know how long I've wanted to hear that. And I've wanted to say it, too. Ronald Weasley I love you with every bit of me, I've loved you for ages and I will always." Hermione revealed.
The two people never knew they could be so happy. And they intended to be happy now, forever. They shared another deep kiss as Hermione crawled into Ron's lap, and they held on tightly to each other.
But no, not now! Ron heard someone calling, from far away. Then closer. And closer. What was it they were saying?
"Ron... Ron... RON!"
Ron sat up as he felt something collide with his head painfully. He looked around. Oh no! He wasn't in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione. He was in his bedroom with Ginny sitting there laughing at them as she picked up the hairbrush she had thrown at him, and continued brushing her hair. He was filled with sadness as he realized it was a dream. It had all been a dream.
"Stop snogging your pillow and get up!" Ginny said, collapsing in giggles.
"Huh?" Ron asked, the light in his room making him squint his eyes as he looked around in confusion and anger. WHY couldn't it not be a dream for once?
"You were drooling a bit and it looked like you were trying to snog your pillow so hard, it'd disappear inside your mouth!" Ginny said, reviving from her fit of laughter and scrunching up her nose. "It was gross. Anyway, mum says to get dressed now, and to come down and have a bit of breakfast, the train leaves to Hogwarts in about two hours. You can snog your precious Hermione then." She started walking towards the door. "Unless you prefer the pillow instead, of course." Ginny said, chuckling.
Ron's mouth fell open. Hermione... How did she... How did Ginny know? He gaped at her back for a few seconds before she turned around at the door.
"I don't--I mean, I hate-- I mean, I like, but I don't--" He tried to get out.
"Mmhmm." Ginny flashed him a knowing smile before opening the door.
"GINNY! I DO NOT LIKE HERMIONE!" He yelled after Ginny, throwing his pillow, hoping to hit her, but the pillow merely hit the door as it closed with a soft click.
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((A/N: I hope you all really enjoyed that! And remember, review, review, review!
Also, I'd like to dedicate that chapter to a few people. Right now, since it's the first chapter, I've so many people to thank! Um, I'd like to thank Michelle, author of Telling Ron and its sequel, for not updating fast enough because I got bored and that's why I wrote this! I'd also like to thank Tegan, for not running away screaming for whatever reason (actually, for putting up with me for these past 2 years! I know it's been hard!), and Hippo (same reason above) and Amanda! Hippo and Amanda helped me brainstorm. I'd also like ot thank Kim for answering a few questions, and Piglet and Katie for reviewing this before I posted it! And all for putting up with my "Loves" (Ron in Michelle's fic says it a lot and now Hippo, Tegan, and I are hooked on saying that!) and such. Well, enough babbling! REVIEW! And I'll reply to your reviews next chapter, as promised!
Until next time!
Toodles,
-Starr))
