Hermione lay on Ron and took one last disturbed,
disgusted glance.
"I changed my mind. It can't wait...I hope I don't get
eaten..." Hermione swung herself over Ron. Ron stood
up.
"What do you mean you changed your mind?!" Ron starred
at her
"I changed my mind as in I can't do anything until
this place is spotless! Now...What was that charm
Tonks used on the jam that spilt... AH YES! SCURGIFY!"
Hermione flicked her wrist and suddenly, it smelled
like spring and not fowl.
"Good lord what an improvement! I was beginning to
think some one had died! Next, all the clothes off the
floor. PLACES!" Hermione flicked her wrist, but with
more of a swoosh. Everything went to their respectable
places. Including the underwear which went to the
washer (thank god).
"Now, Ron, the only thing in this room I will allow to
be dirty is...Us." Hermione pushed Ron up against the
wall and leaned in.
Ron ran his fingers through Hermione's silky hair
while Hermione grasped his shoulders. They kissed with
such romance that Romeo and Juliet could not achieve.
Ron's back slid down the wall and Hermione went with
him. They layed down on the red carpet.
Ron ran his fingers through Hermione's silky hair
while Hermione grasped his sholders. They kissed with
such romance that Romeo and Juliet could not achieve.
Ron's back slid down the wall and Hermione went with
him. They layed down on the red carpet. Then, Hermione
barly broke the silence with a whisper as rare and
delicate as a shooting star.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"What is?" Ron spoke
"The power of love. The way is entangles your heart
with a rose. The flower is beautiful but, if you get
poked with a thorn, it's painful and the pain doesn't
just go away. It's swept away in tears, gradually."
Hermione just starred at Ron with those shimmering
eyes. Ron looked right back.
"Ron?" Hermione broke the glance. "You would never
hurt me, would you?" a single tear engulfed her cheek.
Ron swept the tear away with his thumb.
"Never. You mean more to me than the world. If I had
to choose between you and infinite money, I would
choose you because there's only one Hermione Granger,
and you're priceless."
They starred each other down, their faces getting
closer and closer and closer...AND THEN! Something
SWOOOOOOSHED through the door (mind you the door was
closed and it hadn't been open) and a ghost
reconfigured itself. There stood the nearly
dismembered Nearly Headless Nick. He dusted off his
shoulders and spoke to Hermione.
"Miss Granger what are you doing in the boys dorms?"
He straightened his back so he looked taller.
"Ummm...HOMEWORK!" Hermione raised her finger in the
air.
"Pardon me Miss Granger, but just because I'm a ghost
doesn't mean I'm stupid." Nick looked at her with
pity.
"Sorry...But I was doing homework!" Hermione grinned
mischievously and moved Ron's hair out of his eyes.
"I've been researching Ron..."
Nick just stared at her with a puzzled sickened look
on his face.
"Dear girl, you have told me more than enough. Why did
you even have to hsare that with me? Good lord...I'm
just going to let you continue your
research...research...Ha...more like flattening
eachother on a mattress building up their lip
muscles..." Nick floated off with his hand on his
forehead. Hermione turned her head to Ron. Ron just
starred at her.
"What?" Ron said
"What? This is what." Hermione slapped him.
"OW! What the hell was that for?" Ron rubbed the spot
on his cheek where Hermione had slapped him
"Because you needed it."
"What do you mean?" Ron croaked
I wonder if she knows about.....Nah...
Ron took a deep breath
"And why exactly did I need it?"
"I don't know. I just felt like slapping someone."
Hermione shrugged. Ron rose an eyebrow while silently
sighing inside.
Thank god she doesn't know about....It...
Hermione yawned. So did Ron. It was getting late and
they had a Hogsmeade trip the next day.
"I'm tiiiiiiired. I think I'll go to bed now."
Hermione stoof up and streched. Ron stepped in front
of her.
"WAIT! Why not just sleep in here? The beds are just
as comfy!" Ron splutered it all out so fast that it
took Hermione a while to comprehend what he had just
said.
"No, Ron. I think I'll go to my OWN bed." She started
walking towards the door.
"But why?" ron questioned, tilting his head.
"Number one," Hermione started "If we get caught, we
will be in A LOT of trouble. Second, my pajamas are in
MY dorm, and thirdly, I don't think i would really
want to sleep in here...Who knows whats living in your
beds...It's a miracle your alive." Hermione ended,
poking one of the beds. It was an off yellow. Hermione
jumped.
Ew...Something moved...
Hermione wrinkled her nose.
"Well...I...It...We could just...." Ron was trying to
come up with excuses, but it was usless. Hermione
layed a finger on Rons lips.
"I'm not leaving forever you know. I'll see you in the
morning, ok?" with that, she kissed him good night and
left. Ron sat on the bed.
"I'm the luckiest guy in the world." Ron thought
outload. "Ug...Hermione was right...There is something
living is this thing..."