Reviews
gaia-moore - haha, i guess so.
J.S. Writer - thank you!
Princess Jennifer - Yep, boys are confusing to girls and vice versa
Line-from Denmark - Aww alittle funny? thats it?
hinkypunk2 - you don't think too fluffy?
angelofboox21 - it is? oh i didn't know that. too short?
to whom it may concearn - really? thanks
i-love-animals - everyone wants longer chapters.. so hard to write
loah - mistletoe is cool, aww thanks.
Sakura Blossoms - Cute and sweet? Not to cliche?
Silver-Phoeniz1987 I will, and thank you.
-*_
It was a numbing winter day, and all of Hogwarts were inside but Ron and
Hermione. They were outside at the Quidditch pitch. Harry and Ginny
snuggled up with each other in front of the fire as Ron tried to teach
Hermione to fly.
"Push your broom to the direction you want to go." Ron instructed as he
flew around the golden rings of the Quidditch pitch.
Hermione nervously followed, but quickly got the hang of it.
They swiftly flew around the rings in harmony. Ron in the front, with
Hermione behind him.
"Having fun?" Ron's voiced echoed.
"Definitly!" Hermione grinned even though it was very chilly.
"Meet me at the rings down there," Ron pointed to the rings at the other
end of the pitch, and soared off without a answer.
Hermione rapidly followed.
-*_
"So, do you regret not trying out for the team?" Ron asked, Hermione and
him were sitting on the rim of the middle ring. Perhaps alittle too close
for two friends, but then again it was stingingly, bitter, cold.
"Somewhat," Hermione answered, softly moving closer to Ron as her hair
brushed against his face.
Ron gave her a fazed look, "What do you mean?"
"Well..," Hermione closed her eyes, "I'm somewhat glad that I work very
hard for my grades, but I miss that I never really got to enjoy myself."
She chuckled and added, "but then again, me, you, and Harry had loads of
adventures together right?"
Ron laughed, "Remember that troll in our first year me and Harry had to
save you from? We were young, senseless but were determined. Plus we had
a lot of luck with us."
"I could of stunned that troll by myself, thank you very much," Hermione
stubbornly commented, but smiled at the thought of that memory.
Ron put his arms around Hermione in a brotherly way and muttered of the
coldness and how his bottom would freeze if they didn't get inside.
They placed themselves on their brooms, however Hermione didn't properly
grip her broom and automatically lunged to the ground.
"PULL UP! PULL UP!" Ron beckoned, he chased after a falling Hermione.
Hermione tugged up with such force she smacked herself in the face and
crashed into Ron who was behind her.
Ron instantly seized Hermione as her broom sank to the base. He lifted
her onto the front of his broom and could care less about the broom, it
was a old school broom and it was probably smashed into pieces by now.
Hermione faced Ron and gave a quick smile, Ron noticed a cut on her cheek
which was rather long due to the base of the broom.
He dabbed at it with his thumb and felt Hermione withdraw.
"Let's go back and get that fixed." Ron concernly remarked as he whipped
the blood off his thumb.
-*_
For most of the trip they said nothing and watched the view.
Hermione gazed at all she had, all that was hers. The school, the lake,
the forest, the lake, and the quidditch field. She was very lucky to be
chosen to be taught at Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She took a deep breath in, of the fresh, icy, air.
Ron was looking at a different view, not Hogwarts but rather Hermione.
He watched as the light snow softly brushed her hair and face.
Ron wasn't sure if he was ready to become hers, he didn't want to
hurt their friendship. What if they broke up, would they still be
friends? Ron loved Hermione as a friend, and was willing to love her as
a companion. But he wasn't even sure she wanted the same things as him.
"Thanks Ron, for bringing me here." Hermione answered, "Thanks for
letting me taste the wind from up here, and to feeling like I'm on top
of the world and nothing could stop me. Thanks for letting me feel like I
could do anything."
"You can do anything." Ron simply stated.
"Because you believe in me, and in everything I've wanted to do."
It hit him just like that, he could feel in her eyes that she wanted the
same things as him. The moment she said that last sentence, he knew.
He knew that she was the one, and that he wanted to be the one for her.
-*_
Likie? I thought that was quite long, and I really liked this one.
So soft and cute, next chapter, might be the last. I'm not sure..
any suggestions? review on the way out.. thanks.
gaia-moore - haha, i guess so.
J.S. Writer - thank you!
Princess Jennifer - Yep, boys are confusing to girls and vice versa
Line-from Denmark - Aww alittle funny? thats it?
hinkypunk2 - you don't think too fluffy?
angelofboox21 - it is? oh i didn't know that. too short?
to whom it may concearn - really? thanks
i-love-animals - everyone wants longer chapters.. so hard to write
loah - mistletoe is cool, aww thanks.
Sakura Blossoms - Cute and sweet? Not to cliche?
Silver-Phoeniz1987 I will, and thank you.
-*_
It was a numbing winter day, and all of Hogwarts were inside but Ron and
Hermione. They were outside at the Quidditch pitch. Harry and Ginny
snuggled up with each other in front of the fire as Ron tried to teach
Hermione to fly.
"Push your broom to the direction you want to go." Ron instructed as he
flew around the golden rings of the Quidditch pitch.
Hermione nervously followed, but quickly got the hang of it.
They swiftly flew around the rings in harmony. Ron in the front, with
Hermione behind him.
"Having fun?" Ron's voiced echoed.
"Definitly!" Hermione grinned even though it was very chilly.
"Meet me at the rings down there," Ron pointed to the rings at the other
end of the pitch, and soared off without a answer.
Hermione rapidly followed.
-*_
"So, do you regret not trying out for the team?" Ron asked, Hermione and
him were sitting on the rim of the middle ring. Perhaps alittle too close
for two friends, but then again it was stingingly, bitter, cold.
"Somewhat," Hermione answered, softly moving closer to Ron as her hair
brushed against his face.
Ron gave her a fazed look, "What do you mean?"
"Well..," Hermione closed her eyes, "I'm somewhat glad that I work very
hard for my grades, but I miss that I never really got to enjoy myself."
She chuckled and added, "but then again, me, you, and Harry had loads of
adventures together right?"
Ron laughed, "Remember that troll in our first year me and Harry had to
save you from? We were young, senseless but were determined. Plus we had
a lot of luck with us."
"I could of stunned that troll by myself, thank you very much," Hermione
stubbornly commented, but smiled at the thought of that memory.
Ron put his arms around Hermione in a brotherly way and muttered of the
coldness and how his bottom would freeze if they didn't get inside.
They placed themselves on their brooms, however Hermione didn't properly
grip her broom and automatically lunged to the ground.
"PULL UP! PULL UP!" Ron beckoned, he chased after a falling Hermione.
Hermione tugged up with such force she smacked herself in the face and
crashed into Ron who was behind her.
Ron instantly seized Hermione as her broom sank to the base. He lifted
her onto the front of his broom and could care less about the broom, it
was a old school broom and it was probably smashed into pieces by now.
Hermione faced Ron and gave a quick smile, Ron noticed a cut on her cheek
which was rather long due to the base of the broom.
He dabbed at it with his thumb and felt Hermione withdraw.
"Let's go back and get that fixed." Ron concernly remarked as he whipped
the blood off his thumb.
-*_
For most of the trip they said nothing and watched the view.
Hermione gazed at all she had, all that was hers. The school, the lake,
the forest, the lake, and the quidditch field. She was very lucky to be
chosen to be taught at Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She took a deep breath in, of the fresh, icy, air.
Ron was looking at a different view, not Hogwarts but rather Hermione.
He watched as the light snow softly brushed her hair and face.
Ron wasn't sure if he was ready to become hers, he didn't want to
hurt their friendship. What if they broke up, would they still be
friends? Ron loved Hermione as a friend, and was willing to love her as
a companion. But he wasn't even sure she wanted the same things as him.
"Thanks Ron, for bringing me here." Hermione answered, "Thanks for
letting me taste the wind from up here, and to feeling like I'm on top
of the world and nothing could stop me. Thanks for letting me feel like I
could do anything."
"You can do anything." Ron simply stated.
"Because you believe in me, and in everything I've wanted to do."
It hit him just like that, he could feel in her eyes that she wanted the
same things as him. The moment she said that last sentence, he knew.
He knew that she was the one, and that he wanted to be the one for her.
-*_
Likie? I thought that was quite long, and I really liked this one.
So soft and cute, next chapter, might be the last. I'm not sure..
any suggestions? review on the way out.. thanks.