Reviews
J. S. Writer - of course Ron to the rescue! he's perfect in my story haha
DJSoulmates602 - i will, thanks!
Tanya J Potter - well.. there will definitly have grapes in the end
Sweet Stephy - haha its okay, thanks.
ARTICHOKE - well i might have two more chapters.. passionate? hmm i'll try
Line-from Denmark - aww thank you
risen-angel - yay i win! hahaha
Kitty - thank you!
Soccerjf18 - aww Ron sounds so romantic.. red? i'm not really fond of red.. well somehow i'll try to use your idea somehow..
-*_
"Hmm.." Madame Pomfrey examined the cut, "It doesn't look so bad,
hopefully this bandage will do."
Madame Pomfrey sat Hermione down on a white hospital bed, as she checked
the cut, her cheek had mild frostbite and the cut was rather long.
Hermione flinched as Madame Pomfrey placed a nude bandage on her cheek,
Ron gave a reassuring smile to Hermione as he fiddled with his robe
sleeve. He was quite scared at the length of the cut, but he knew Madame
Pomfrey could fix anything.
"Thank you," Hermione grinned and hopped off the hospital bed.
Ron and her walked rather closely as they left the hospital wing.
-*_
Ron and Hermione walked in silence as they made their way to the
Gryffindor common room. Hermione gently rested her body against Ron's,
it felt so right, like her and Ron were meant to be.
Hermione wasn't sure if they should be together. What if it didn't work?
She didn't want to lose one of her very best friends.
Hermione had a couple of boyfriends, but they never felt like this, they
never felt so good and right. Ron and her weren't even together, but she
felt closer to him than any other guy.
But then again, Ron was like a brother to her, and she was a little sister
to him. Or did he see her in a different way? Or is she seeing him in a
different light? Yes, yes she definitly was. He wasn't a big brother to
her anymore, he was the one that she wanted to say 'I do' too, he was the
one that she wanted to share the moment of holding her first baby with,
and he was the one that she wanted to spend her 50th anniversary with.
Bloody hell, she was just seventeen, but she couldn't stop thinking of
what her life would be like if he and her got together.
Hermione look up at Ron and smiled,
she knew she would smile in this very position for years to come.
-*_
Wow, she looks so beautiful, no not just beautiful, more than that, more
than words can ever express. He never saw such a girl before.
She was the one, the one he wanted to be with forever. She was different
from all the other girls he's dated. With the other girls, he chose them
for their looks, and felt like he was holding a cup when he had them in
his arms. But with Hermione, he wanted her for her personality. She wasn't
just beautiful, smart, and funny.
The way she looked at him, could cause him to feel dizzy in the head. Like
for that very moment, it was just him and her in the world. Everything
around them stopped, and that their eyes held a conversation of their own.
Once you looked into her eyes, it wasn't just a sea of chocolate
with flecks of cinnamon, it held a story. A story of how she felt,
somedays, her eyes told a story of sadness and frustrations, and others of
joy and laughters. Nowadays, her eyes told him that she was very very
happy. He liked those stories best.
Most of all, when she was around him, he didn't feel like he was holding
a cup, he felt like he was holding the QUidditch Trophy. A trophy made of
the best things in life. When he was with other girls, he would smile
and show off the girl, but when he was with Hermione, he didn't feel like
he needed to show off, he wanted to keep her all to himself.
Ron smiled back, smiled back at his gift, his miracle.
-*_
They came upon the Fat Lady, and found her soundly sleeping. Her head
against her shoulder, drool slowly dripping down her pink dress.
Ron gave a small sigh, "What are we going to do?"
"Hmm.." Hermione chuckled, "We could sleep out here?"
"Sounds better than waking her up."
Ron sleepily set himself against the wall opposite the Gryffindor common
room. He rested his eyes but could not fall a sleep.
Something was missing.
"Hermione." Ron muttered and barely opened his eyes to watch her.
Hermione amused, got onto her knees and crawled towards him. She closed
her eyes, and gently fell back, into his arms.
"Good night," she murmured as she felt Ron place his robe over her.
"Sweet dreams," Ron whispered.
She didn't want to sleep, she didn't want to dream.
Her dream was reality.
He was thinking the same thing.
-*_
How's that?? I was thinking maybe two more chapters after this.
A last chapter, then a look to the future? What do my reviewers think?
J. S. Writer - of course Ron to the rescue! he's perfect in my story haha
DJSoulmates602 - i will, thanks!
Tanya J Potter - well.. there will definitly have grapes in the end
Sweet Stephy - haha its okay, thanks.
ARTICHOKE - well i might have two more chapters.. passionate? hmm i'll try
Line-from Denmark - aww thank you
risen-angel - yay i win! hahaha
Kitty - thank you!
Soccerjf18 - aww Ron sounds so romantic.. red? i'm not really fond of red.. well somehow i'll try to use your idea somehow..
-*_
"Hmm.." Madame Pomfrey examined the cut, "It doesn't look so bad,
hopefully this bandage will do."
Madame Pomfrey sat Hermione down on a white hospital bed, as she checked
the cut, her cheek had mild frostbite and the cut was rather long.
Hermione flinched as Madame Pomfrey placed a nude bandage on her cheek,
Ron gave a reassuring smile to Hermione as he fiddled with his robe
sleeve. He was quite scared at the length of the cut, but he knew Madame
Pomfrey could fix anything.
"Thank you," Hermione grinned and hopped off the hospital bed.
Ron and her walked rather closely as they left the hospital wing.
-*_
Ron and Hermione walked in silence as they made their way to the
Gryffindor common room. Hermione gently rested her body against Ron's,
it felt so right, like her and Ron were meant to be.
Hermione wasn't sure if they should be together. What if it didn't work?
She didn't want to lose one of her very best friends.
Hermione had a couple of boyfriends, but they never felt like this, they
never felt so good and right. Ron and her weren't even together, but she
felt closer to him than any other guy.
But then again, Ron was like a brother to her, and she was a little sister
to him. Or did he see her in a different way? Or is she seeing him in a
different light? Yes, yes she definitly was. He wasn't a big brother to
her anymore, he was the one that she wanted to say 'I do' too, he was the
one that she wanted to share the moment of holding her first baby with,
and he was the one that she wanted to spend her 50th anniversary with.
Bloody hell, she was just seventeen, but she couldn't stop thinking of
what her life would be like if he and her got together.
Hermione look up at Ron and smiled,
she knew she would smile in this very position for years to come.
-*_
Wow, she looks so beautiful, no not just beautiful, more than that, more
than words can ever express. He never saw such a girl before.
She was the one, the one he wanted to be with forever. She was different
from all the other girls he's dated. With the other girls, he chose them
for their looks, and felt like he was holding a cup when he had them in
his arms. But with Hermione, he wanted her for her personality. She wasn't
just beautiful, smart, and funny.
The way she looked at him, could cause him to feel dizzy in the head. Like
for that very moment, it was just him and her in the world. Everything
around them stopped, and that their eyes held a conversation of their own.
Once you looked into her eyes, it wasn't just a sea of chocolate
with flecks of cinnamon, it held a story. A story of how she felt,
somedays, her eyes told a story of sadness and frustrations, and others of
joy and laughters. Nowadays, her eyes told him that she was very very
happy. He liked those stories best.
Most of all, when she was around him, he didn't feel like he was holding
a cup, he felt like he was holding the QUidditch Trophy. A trophy made of
the best things in life. When he was with other girls, he would smile
and show off the girl, but when he was with Hermione, he didn't feel like
he needed to show off, he wanted to keep her all to himself.
Ron smiled back, smiled back at his gift, his miracle.
-*_
They came upon the Fat Lady, and found her soundly sleeping. Her head
against her shoulder, drool slowly dripping down her pink dress.
Ron gave a small sigh, "What are we going to do?"
"Hmm.." Hermione chuckled, "We could sleep out here?"
"Sounds better than waking her up."
Ron sleepily set himself against the wall opposite the Gryffindor common
room. He rested his eyes but could not fall a sleep.
Something was missing.
"Hermione." Ron muttered and barely opened his eyes to watch her.
Hermione amused, got onto her knees and crawled towards him. She closed
her eyes, and gently fell back, into his arms.
"Good night," she murmured as she felt Ron place his robe over her.
"Sweet dreams," Ron whispered.
She didn't want to sleep, she didn't want to dream.
Her dream was reality.
He was thinking the same thing.
-*_
How's that?? I was thinking maybe two more chapters after this.
A last chapter, then a look to the future? What do my reviewers think?