Hi!

This is one of afour part series. It's all the seasons, and each story pertains to each season. It's how Ron and Hermione get together...in four different ways. It's going to be all in the same story essentially. So if I get good reviews in this, I'll hopefully put up the next one, which is Autumn. Or Fall insome cases. And I've already written that one.

I just loved this idea when I stumbled across it, so I decided I'd stick to it. So far I have 3 out of 4 done. I just need to do Spring. Perhaps if you could suggest something in a review, that would be great.


Now This Is Romantic: Summer

It had been a steamy day at Hogwarts, the humidity was high and the sun was out. So when the rain clouds had settled in, nobody was surprised.

One Gryffindor in particular was excited. She sat in the common room looking out the window in anticipation.

"Hermione?" Ron called, noticing her perched on the window sill. The girl looked around.

"Yes Ron?" she asked, a small smile on her face.

"What're you doing?" he asked in curiosity.

"Looking at the sky. Why?" she replied.

"No reason." he said softly and looked away. Hermione smiled, her affection for him taking over for a moment. Then she turned back to the window, waiting for the rain to drop.


Ron sat staring into the fire, dwelling on his feelings. They were mysterious and confusing. But one thing was for sure. Hermione was the girl for him. But it didn't help that he didn't know how she felt. For all he knew, he could repulse her. Sighing, he got to his feet and left for his dormitory.
Hermione heard Ron sigh, and looked over to watch him leave. She frowned, confused, before she heard a splatter against the window and forgot about it. The rain had started to come down, and Hermione shrieked, jumping noticeably. She scrambled to her feet and ran out of the portrait hole. Down the marble staircase, down the halls and out the doors that led outside. She skidded to a halt on the steps and sat down. Here there was enough cover to be sprinkled by the heavy rain, but not drenched. She looked up in amazement and wonder at the falling rain, pondering how something considered so normal could be so magical. How it had a life of its own.

She sighed and leant back on her elbows to drink everything in: the sound, the smell, and the atmosphere it created. And of course the most important thing, its romance.


Ron was pacing about the boy's dormitory, wondering whether he should confront Hermione.

He walked over to the window and looked out over the grounds. He could see someone sitting on the steps. He couldn't quite make out who it was, but he came to a conclusion. He would tell Hermione he loved her, no matter the consequences.

He walked down to the common room to find it significantly Hermione-less. Frowning, he realised she must've been the one on the steps. After all, the library had shut at 7:30. So he walked out of the portrait hole and followed her earlier path to the entrance to the grounds. Before he opened the door, he took a deep breath and said, "You can do this. Just tell her. That's all you have to do."

With that, he opened the doors and stepped outside. Hermione turned towards him, surprised to see him.

"Ron! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Um. I came to…er…see what you were doing." he finished lamely. He already knew what she was doing. Sort of.

"Oh. I'm just…enjoying the rain." she told him, finding it hard to explain. He nodded but didn't move. She sat there for a while longer before turning to him. "Why don't you come sit next to me?" Hermione immediately mentally slapped herself. 'Idiot! You're so obvious' she thought. Ron's ears went red and he made a strange noise.

"Erm. Yeah. Sure." and he joined her on the steps.

"So. Why are you out here?" she asked.

"Oh. Um." he stuttered, not ready to share the real answer, "Just wondering why you always disappear when it rains."

"Well," she paused, suddenly looking dreamy. "I guess it's because the rain is so romantic. I just love it."

"Wow. I, er. Never picked you as a romantic." he smiled. She blushed and grinned up at him.

"Incredibly romantic actually."

"That's sweet." he admitted.

"I suppose you think I'm some sort of loony, huh?" she said, slightly disappointed.

"No, no way. Romance is important." he stated.

"You're a romantic?" she smiled cheekily. He blushed.

"Yeah. But don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry. I won't." she said disbelievingly.

"Hermione!"

"No, seriously Ron. I won't. I promise." she told him, more serious this time.

"Thanks 'Mione." he said, then his eyes went wide. 'I wasn't supposed to say that out loud!'

"What did you call me?" Hermione asked, smiling at his cute fumble.

"Um. 'Mione? But I er…I'm sorry. You probably don't like it, do you?" Ron stumbled along.

"Oh. Well, yes. I do. I think its nice." she said, thinking it over.

"Well, you don't have to like it. I won't call you that. Don't worry about it."

"No, no! I like it. I've just never had anyone abbreviate my name before. No, I definitely like it." she told him.

"You're sure?"

"Yes. But…I'd like for just you to call me that." she told him, laying a hand on his arm. He looked down and reached over to squeeze her hand with his. She grinned.

"So. When you come out here…is this all you do?" he asked.

"Well, no. When I'm sure everyone is inside, I like to…" she trailed off, blushing.

"What?"

"Dance in the rain." she laughed at the absurdity of it.

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows. "I'd like to see that."

"You would?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows raised this time. She could see a red flush creeping up his neck. "Well, I'll only show you if you join me…" she smiled in a cheeky manner. Her daring was surprising her, normally she kept comments like that in her head. But tonight was different. It felt so right, so natural.

"Really?" he said, his voice going extremely squeaky. She nodded, an image of a wet Ron filling her mind. 'Definitely not to be missed.' "Okay, come on then. What do you dance to?"

I don't really dance to anything. I only really spin around and have fun. Depends on how fast the rain's falling. And what kind of mood I'm in." she admitted. Then she took her robes off.

"What're you…" Ron asked, eyes wide.

"Taking my cloak off so that I can put it back on dry later." she replied.

"Oh. Yeah." he blushed, taking his own cloak off. He was thankful to notice she still had her cotton vest on. She was thankful he didn't.

"Come on." she said, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the rain. He grinned and laid a hand on her waist.

"You know how to dance?' she asked, a questioning smile on her lips.

"I know a few moves." he laughed and twirled her.

Soon enough they were soaking wet, laughing and dancing crazily.

"Where did you learn to dance?" Hermione asked.

"Mum taught us. We didn't have much of a choice. Ginny was my partner. Fred and George had each other." Ron grinned. Hermione laughed.

"What about you?"

"My Mum and Dad used to dance all the time. I loved to watch them. I guess the rest I picked up from books." she admitted.

"I think that's so sad."

"What? That I read so much?"

"No, that you read about so many wonderful things, but never get to experience them yourself." he said sincerely. His eyes were boring into her own. Suddenly, their dancing had slowed. Their bodies were melting into each other and arms were wrapped around the other. "I want to show you the world. But first, there's one thing." He leant forward so their noses were touching, "Now this is romantic…"

Then he was dipping her slowly.

"Ron?" she breathed.

"I love you." he told her gently before sealing his words with a kiss.

Eventually, they broke apart, and Ron pulled Hermione back to her feet.

"I love you too." she tearfully exhaled. They continued to look into each other's eyes until they started dancing again, wrapped in each other and slowly circling.

From a window in Gryffindor tower, Harry was looking out over the couple with his girlfriend Ginny.

"Finally. They got what they deserved." he grinned, and they closed the curtains.


Yay! Don't you just love fluff?

So yeah, if you've got any ideas on what I could do for my Spring one, that would be much appreciated.

Oh, and I started this story in Summer because that's the start of the year. At least where I come from.

Thank you all!