Token romantic moment
Ron drifted through the hallway in a daze, mind filled with the fact that Hermione had actually asked him out. Admittedly he had always assumed that if they ever got together then he would be the one doing the asking out, but the fact was, it was so wonderful just to be with her that it didn't matter.
Hermione too seemed rather distracted in DADA. That in itself was very nearly a sign of the apocalypse. Hermione always paid attention in classes. As for Ron, he couldn't even hear Lupin as anything more than a background drone. His thoughts were far too interesting to let anything distract him from them.
Hermione had asked him out. He repeated the words over and over in his head, feeling the lightness inside him swelling further with each repetition of the wonderful words. Hermione had asked him out. He could almost see the little hearts that he knew should be playing around his head now. Hermione had asked him out. Ron felt a goofy grin stretching his lips as he thought about her. She was perfect. And she had asked him out.
The world was a wonderful place. Even Malfoy couldn't get on his nerves now. He was too happy. Hermione had actually asked him out. Nothing could be better than this. He was just too happy to let anything else intrude on his thoughts. If he stopped his chant for even a moment then it wouldn't be true anymore. Hermione had asked him out. She had. It was too impossible to contemplate but it was true. She had asked him out.
"Class dismissed." Lupin's voice broke through the happy haze that had wrapped itself around Ron's mind. Without his conscious volition he stood and gathered his books, moving dazedly as he prepared to leave class.
The hand that wrapped itself out of his arm brought him instantly back to himself; and Ron looked down at Hermione, reveling in the fiery warmth her touch was giving off. She was wonderful and she was all his. She had said so hadn't she? She'd asked him out. That meant she belonged to him. Or did he belong to her? No, he'd always belonged to her. That meant that now she belonged to him as well. He smiled into her eyes, hoping that she still felt the same, that she hadn't come to her senses and realized what a huge mistake she had made.
"Coming?" She asked him saucily, and he nodded, trying to keep his eyes on the hallway in front of him so he didn't look quite so stupid. He failed abysmally. He just couldn't keep his eyes off her. At least she didn't seem to be too unhappy about it. In fact, he realized, as he stared at her beautiful deep brown eyes, she was staring right back at him.
He didn't even think, he just moved closer. It was only when it was too late to back off that his brain caught up to the rest of him and realized what he was doing, and by that time he didn't care anymore. His entire being was focused on Hermione as he moved closer, arms sliding around her waist as he held her as if she was the most important thing in the world. Which, in fact, she was.
Her eyes fluttered closed as he pulled her body flush against his, and bent his head towards her. Taking a shuddering breath he leaned forward, and quickly, before he could lose his nerve completely, kissed her. Ron's entire world narrowed to her lips, to the sweet feeling of her body against his, to the lines of fire that spread from wherever their bodies were touching.
Her lips parted slightly, and Ron was blasted into an entirely new dimension where nothing existed except pleasure, and her. It was too good to be true, too sweet to last more than a moment; it was her, and he was blown away by her. His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, trying to stave off the moment when they had to separate for as long as possible. His eyes too, he realized, were closed; but it didn't matter anymore. He could still see her, even with his eyes closed.
Finally he couldn't stay like that any longer. He needed to breathe. Reluctantly he pulled away from her, savoring their last moments of contact for as long as he could stand before he began gasping for air. After an eternity of deep breaths, trying to pull as much air into his lungs as they could hold, he opened his eyes and looked down at her. She had never looked so beautiful, he thought muzzily. With her hair falling around her face, cheeks flushed, mouth open, taking ragged breaths in the attempt to finish what he had forgotten to do again. Breathe. She was just too beautiful. He never wanted this moment to end.
The Muses Tk and Zv: Tell me about it. Not literally please! Do you get many shonen-ai or yaoi things?
X-mas Gurl: Yeah, Pittsburgh PA, or close enough.
yaminakathy: glad I made you happy.
simpleinsanity: Sorry, you guessed correctly. As I think I said, it was either him or Yami, and I canNOT write Yami in as a romantic character for more than a paragraph, much less a whole chapter. Haven't you seen any pairings where they love to fight a lot? I'll try to update the translations, depends whether or not I remember. Look and see; if I haven't done it scream at me.