Well, here we are at the last story! I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting, but I only finished this about 2 minutes ago!
I'm also sorry if this one isn't as good as the last three. I couldn't think of anything for the theme and then I didn't really know what I was going to write when I found one. Thanks to those that suggested flowers, that was a great idea. I didn't really want to do swimming because I'd already done rain and English folk don't normally swim during Spring as it's too cold!
Again, thanks to all of you who reviewed:
Mrs.KristinePotter, Tria Marie Val, Eliria, TheDaughterOfKings, PhoenixWings13, mysitcofthepen, Dwarfed Half Elf and Jenulus.
And to that one reviewer that 'didn't get it' because it doesn't rain where they live during Summer: You obviously don't know the science of how rain works. And I don't know where you live, so that's a pretty redundant comment. Oh, and I'm from Australia. When we have a hot day during Summer, it rains. So I'm sorry I used my weather experiences for the story. It is, after all, fan fiction. It's not real!
Disclaimer: I really don't know if I need one for each chapter, but oh well. I don't own 'em!
Spring had set upon the Hogwarts castle with zealous this year, providing the young Gryffindors with perfect weather for Quidditch and beautiful colours for lazing outside.
Inside the castle, up in Gryffindor tower, sat two of the few students that were still inside.
"I can't believe I'm in here waiting for you. I could be outside playing Quidditch, but no, I have to be love struck and want to stay with you every waking moment." Ron Weasley was mumbling under his breath.
"What was all that? I didn't quite catch it." Hermione Granger asked.
"Oh, nothing. So, when are you going to be finished with this sp...I mean...S.P.E.W stuff?" Ron changed the subject.
"Hmm...soon. I just have to finish my write up for the year ahead. Why don't you go busy yourself for five minutes?" she suggested.
"Okay." he sighed dejectedly. Ron walked over to the window and peered out. There was something different about the grounds. Beyond Hagrid's hut there was a spark of colour. But he couldn't see it properly. He needed to get higher. "Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm just going to go up to my room for a few minutes. Don't leave without me!" he told her.
"Okay. Don't be too long."
"Sure." he called as he dashed up the stairs to his dormitory. Upon reaching one of the many windows in the room, he yanked the curtains open. He could see it perfectly here. And it would be the only place to see it from. A flower bed. A massive, bright wonderful flower bed. In fact, it was an entire field. If he'd been a floor lower, he wouldn't have seen over Hagrid's hut. A floor higher, though, and he would have missed it completely. But he couldn't take Hermione up here to see it. He had to take her there.
A few minutes later, Ron had come to a halt in front of Hermione.
"Are you finished yet?"
"Just about...yes. I have." Hermione smiled at her work, then looked up at Ron. "What is it?"
"I've just found somewhere great to go for today."
"Oh good. Let's go, it's much too stuffy in here."
Once they were out on the grounds, Ron could tell where the field was. Just a few more minutes walk away.
"Ron, where on Earth are we going?" she asked eagerly.
"Oh, some place amazing." he replied
"Near Hagrid's hut? I doubt it!" she snorted.
"Don't worry, there's nothing dangerous that I'm aware of. But I'm sure you'll be able to think of something when we get there."
Just as they were rounding Hagrid's hut, Ron grabbed Hermione's hand.
"I want you to trust me about this, okay?" he grinned, heart trembling with anticipation and with the excitement of holding her hand.
"O-okay." Hermione replied. Then suddenly, they'd rounded the corner and the entire field of flowers came into view. "Oh my gosh!"
"You could say that." Ron laughed. Hermione's hands had flown to her face, covering her mouth.
"How did you find this?" she gasped.
"Found it when I looked out the Boy's Dormitory window. Pretty amazing, huh? Never would have thought it was here."
"It's so...romantic." she commented dreamily.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"And I thought I was the only one that thought that." he said softly.
"You're a romantic?"
"Of course. All Weasleys are. Some more so than others, obviously."
The enormity and colour of the field struck them withsuch aSpring atmosphere. They roamed about everywhere, chatting about the colours and types of flowers that decorated the field.
"I can't believe you found this place, Ron" she said for the fifth time.
"Yeah."
"And I can't believe you brought me with you to share it." she smiled. He looked over at her.
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Because you said it's romantic. I wouldn't think you'd take your best friend with you on a romantic stroll." she laughed uneasily.
"Well some best friends I would. Some that mean a lot to me. Well, only one. I wouldn't go bringing Harry with me!" he grinned.
"What do you mean?"
"You mean a lot to me, 'Mione." he said as they stopped. He took her hands in his.
"Really?" her voice had hitched.
"Of course. You're a million times as nice, as beautiful, as wonderful and as captivating as this field. I care for you a lot." he said sincerely.
By this time, tears were streaming down Hermione's face. "Nobody's ever said such nice things about me."
"Well they will from now on. Even if it is just me. I don't mean to fight with you so much. I want to say nice things about you, but I can never get it right. It always ends up starting an argument. But I don't ever want that to happen again. Being here with you in such a romantic situation has helped me to gain the confidence I need when I'm around you. My heart beats so fast and everything ends up wrong when I talk to you. But not any more. I love you Hermione Granger. With all my heart. And I hope you love me too." he poured his heart out to her, hoping and wishing with every fibre of his being that she felt the same.
"Oh, Ron! I love you so much!" she cried, and jumped at him. She hit him so hard that they fell in the flower bed.
"That's all I needed to hear." he laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Thank you." she said seriously, pulling leaves out of his hair.
"For what?"
"For being my hero." she admitted, leaning in to kiss him.
"Now this is romantic." he sighed as her lips fell upon his.
Not too far away, another couple were wandering through the flowers.
"Finally." Harry smiled, before taking Ginny's hand and leading her away.
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