Name: Broke
Summary: Ron and Hermione have to learn to accept the fact that both have dates for the Prom. They will have to learn, and fast, to say what's on their hearts after Hermione reacts impulsively damaging their friendship. R/Hr H/G.
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to Genius JK Rowlin.
Author's Note: Thanks to: Mione Grint for your review (btw, I really like your story, Celos, malditos celos... it's really funny!!!) and kuwait rose, who gave me 3 reviews... Thanks! Now, read ch 3, hope you guys like it... BTW, just so you know, the story's not that long... I actually started writing it with the intention of making a... one shot is called?... story... but that's me, I turn 3 words into a 1000 words and I turn a on shot story into a 9 chs story...
Chapter 3: Brave enough
"That's it?" he asked sadly.
"I... wasn't thinking. At least I don't think I was, but... I don't think it was a mistake... Merlin, this is so embarrassing! It wasn't an accident."
Ron was suddenly quite fascinated by the floor beneath his shoes; so was Hermione. This was a very awkward moment for both teenagers. Ron and Hermione had hung out together since their first year in Hogwarts. They've been best friends since then, along with Harry. They had faced death. But this, speaking about their feelings for each other was more terrifying, petrifying, that facing Voldemort.
As much as Ron wanted things to go back to normal, normal was not a place where he and Hermione could be anymore. He knew this. He knew they would have to build something else between the two of them, because their old relation-ship was dead, destroyed, gone. They were friends no more. So, it was either let it go, like she had plead him to, or he could go all the way, speak his heart out and tell her his true feelings for her. The fact that she might laugh at him, make fun of his feelings or that she might simply not feel the same way, scared him, terrified him. But it was that or nothing.
"I..." Ron said, knowing this was his turn to say something, to confess, " I like you 'Mione," he paused a moment, "I like you a lot. More... more than a friend should like another friend."
She wasn't laughing, which was good, but she wasn't saying anything... was that bad?
Her features had soften. She stared at Ron for a moment and then at the floor again. She was frowning. She was thinking.
"Is this a joke?" she asked, very serious, looking up at Ron again.
"What?!" he said, shocked by the fact that his feelings for her were some sort of joke.
"I swear, Ronald, if this is a joke, I'll jinx you so no one for the rest of your life will be able to look at you with a straight face... got it?"
"Yeah," he responded, putting his hands up in sign of peace.
She slightly nodded, still looking at Ron, trying to read him, though she didn't saw that his feelings were bigger than a just 'I like you'.
"I don't... I don't know what to say," she said almost in a whisper, but for Ron that was enough.
"You don't have to say anything," he sad with gloom in his voice. No word would come out of his mouth without a bit of misery, showing how much her lack of words really hurt him.
He turned around a second time, and was about to leave when Hermione stopped him again by speaking.
"I like you too. I have for a while..." He turned around, but he didn't approached her, he just stared at her. "I guess that's why we've been so angry at each other lately... we were jealous," she said and smiled as if she had just realized the dumbest thing ever.
"I guess so," he said with the same smile on his face.
They stood there for a few moments, staring at each other and then at the floor, and then back at each other.
It was Ron who took the first step. Literally. He walked his way to her, slowly. They would just look at each other's eyes now. There was no awkwardness, no staring at the floor, ceiling or whatever was around them. There was only them.
He stopped right in front of her. Ron stared down at her. She was so much shorter than him. Their hands touched, and then he leaned and softly touched her lips with his. Their fingers entwined. It was such a perfect moment. Then they broke apart and were staring at each other again. They were both blushed. She smiled and passed her arms around Ron's neck as she stood in tiptoe, while Ron embraced her waist around his arms, and they kissed again, this time with more passion. The kind of passion two teenagers had been locking inside of them for way too much time.
But the magical moment was ruined by the clearing of someone's throat, right next to them.
It was Snape, who was smiling at them mischievously for having caught them.
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Author's Note II:... So? What do you guys think? This one was shorter, but I couldn't make it longer... Review... )