Love is across the hall
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(Ron and Hermione are half packed.)
"Ginny will you give me that lamp?" Hermione requested.
"Sure," she said half-heartedly as she handed Hermione the lamp.
"What's wrong honey?" Hermione asked worriedly, noticing the change in Ginny's voice.
"I almost kissed Harry," Ginny confessed.
"You what?" Hermione dropped the lamp and it shattered into small pieces. "Aw rats, repairo."
"I almost kissed Harry," Ginny repeated.
"How? When? Why?" Hermione stammered.
"Remember when you told us about your engagement?" Hermione nodded, "I followed Harry, we fought then suddenly he told me that I look like his mother. After that he got all weird and he asked me to go away. We lean in but Ron came through the door. So we stopped."
"What about him?" Hermione asked distastefully.
"I'm still going to date him," Ginny stated, she suddenly blushed, "Hermione have you done it?"
"Done what, oh, it, yes," Hermione blushed more than Ginny. "Have you?"
Ginny shook her head. "Can you tell me how, who and what it felt like?"
"Alright," Hermione agreed. "I suppose so. It all started in my seventh year..."
Flashback(Hogwarts, Hermione's POV)
"Hermione, you distract Ron for about ten minutes, while I get everything together for Ron's birthday party," Harry ordered me. I nodded to show him that I would.
"What party?" Ron asked, suddenly appearing behind us.
"Nothing Ron," I squeaked, I mentally hit myself for sounding like that. I grabbed his arm and started pulling him through the common room so Harry could finish the last minute details.
"Where are we going?" Ron huffed.
"To the place, with all the things, you know," I made up, mentally hitting myself again. 'Come on girl. You've kept your cool ever since you decided on what your going to give Ron for his birthday you can keep it for a few more hours.'
"The room of requirement?" Ron asked.
"Yes," I said. 'Keep Your Cool.'
"Could you let go of my arm, you're hurting me," Ron confessed. I loosened my grip slightly and thanked god that I was in front so Ron couldn't see my blush.
"Look here we are, just walk around until you see a door," I said bossily.
"What do we think about?" Ron wanted to know.
"Anything," I replied. 'Why me? Think Hermione think!'
We walked across the hall about nine times before a door appeared. I was thinking about a romantic movie I read. "Let's go in," I suggested when we noticed the door. We opened the door to see a fireplace with a roaring fire lit inside. The walls were draped with red silk. In the middle of the room was a couch with a side table. Right at the corner was a bed with big fluffy pillows and covered with rose petals. The air tasted like cheesy perfume. It was as if Ron and I walked into a scene of a corny romance novel.
"RON, WHAT IN HEAVENS NAME WERE YOU THINKING?" I shouted, panicking that the scene I was thinking about was in front of her also that Ron might think she wanted to sleep with him now.
"My mind was blank, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?" Ron accused.
"I was thinking about..." I glanced at my watch to postponing. I saw that we had past ten minutes and that I was twenty minutes late. I grabbed Ron's arm again and raced through the castle until I was in front of the portrait of the fat lady.
"Butter," I murmured, the painting swung open. We walked across the hole until all we had to do was open the door to enter the common room.
"Ron, can you please not mention the Room of Requirement?" I requested, thinking of the torture aka teasing I would receive from Harry.
Ron nodded.
"Happy Birthday Ron," I said I said impulsively. I pulled Ron down and lightly pressed my lips against his. Before he could kiss back I pushed him away. I opened the door. The lights were off.
"What the," Ron muttered to himself, I didn't know if it was the kiss or the darkened common room. Suddenly the lights turned on and everyone leaped out. "Surprise Ron!" everyone yelled. Ron's jaw dropped to the ground. "Get your jaw off the floor Ron!" Harry laughed. I giggled to.
Ron closed his mouth. "I don't know what to say," Ron said in awe.
"It was all Hermione's idea." Harry admitted. Ron turned to look at me. "Thanks," he said as he hugged me.
"Open your presents Weasley!"Someone shouted before I could hug him back.
Like a five year old experiencing his first Christmas, he bounded toward the big pile of presents that were next to the fireplace. He grabbed the biggest box and ripped it open.
"Wow, a broom service kit. Thanks Harry."
As the party went on, Ron received a box of chocolate frogs from Neville, his own copy of Quidditch Through the ages from Ginny, Aurors: The story from Dean, A CD featuring The Banshee Bod from Seamus, a CD player from Percy, a box of practical jokes from Fred and George (Who else?), a dragon tooth necklace from Charlie, a weight set from Bill (Remind me to thank him), men's perfume from Lavender, a pair of pajamas from Parvati, dress robes from Mrs. Weasley, an electric guitar from Mr. Weasley, a quaffle from David a chaser on the Gryffindor, a ring set (3 rings for quidditch) from Amy and Danny the other chasers on the Gryffindor team, a red scarf from Jack the beater on the team and the same hat Luna wore to Ron's first quidditch match from Jenny the other beater on the team (Humph).
After Ron opened all the presents, Harry levitated a huge cake, which the elves made. I had to bit my tongue to stop myself from breeching the rules for S.P.E.W. Later that night, when Ron was on his forth piece of cake he walked over to me.
"Hey Hermione," he greeted.
"Hi," I said greeted back.
"Nice party," he commented, looking at everyone.
"It is," I agreed. Harry was teasing Ginny and Dean. Parvati was involved in a deep discussion with Lavender. Probably about make up. Everyone else was playing truth or dare.
"Why didn't you get me a present?" he asked trying to sound causal, keeping the hurt out of his voice.
"I did but I'll give it to you in private," I winked at him and left to talk to Ginny.
"Hey Gin, Dean, Harr!" I said.
"Harr?" Harry raised his eyebrow.
"Well both Dean and Gin have one syllable." I explained.
"Alright," Harry said awkwardly.
"Ginny can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked politely.
"Sure," she walked with me to a corner. Through the corner of my eye I saw Dean and Harry walk toward Ron.
"What do you want to talk about?" she wanted to know.
"You know about my feelings toward Ron right?" Ginny nodded. "Well I kissed him."
"FINALLY," she shouted. Almost everyone turned to look at us. "Ginny, dial it down like fifty percent," I requested.
"Alright, now how did you do it? You don't need to go into to much detail for this."
"Well we were coming back here then I said happy birthday and kissed him for a second. After that I opened the door."
"How come you didn't get him a present?" I told her that I would give it to him later.
When it was almost midnight everyone decided to go to bed. Just as Ron was about to walk into the boy's dorms I called out to him. He turned around to find me standing alone. I blushed at the gift I was about to give him.
"What is it Hermione?" he asked puzzled.
"Don't you want your present?" I queried feeling more nervous by the second.
"Oh," he realized, "I almost forgot about that." I nearly started to yell at him but I bit my tongue. I winced a little at the pain but he didn't see me hopefully.
"Lets go to the Room of Requirement," I said. 'Don't throw up!'
"Why?" Ron wanted to know.
"You'll see," I replied. 'Deep breaths Hermione deep breaths.'
Ron followed me until they reached the hallway, thank god for my parents or I'd be throwing a panic attack. "Ron think about the room we saw earlier," I ordered. Ron gave me weird look before he closed his eyes.
As it did earlier the door appeared. I held Ron's hand and entered. The room looked exactly the same but there was something different. It suddenly hit me that it was the air. It didn't smell like perfume. It smelt like a gentle summer breeze. Suddenly I felt like I was suffocating. I realized that it was because I was holding my breath. 'What have you done to me Weasley?'
"Why are we here?" Ron asked again.
"I love you," I blurted out, I mentally dropped down a cliff.
"WHAT?" Ron was shocked.
"I love you," I said again, this time more confident.
"I love you too," Ron said after he got over the shock. My eyes grew wide, I was happy that my present won't label me a whore.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Ron asked urgently.
I hardly nodded twice before Ron attacked my lips with a kiss.
"That was the best present anyone had ever given me." Ron announced.
"That's not the present," I said. 'It's now or never. The moment of truth.'
"Really," Ron said as if he hardly believed it.
"I'm giving you..." I paused as I took a deep breath. "I'm giving you my virginity."
Ron's eyes bulged. "Really?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Are you sure?" Ron questioned again. I answered with a passionate kiss.
End of flashback"And that's how and who it happened with."
"You still didn't answer what it felt like." Ginny stated.
"It hurt when he um, entered, but it also felt really good," Hermione tried to explain. "It's difficult to explain. Why?"
"I was thinking of doing it with him," Ginny admitted.
"Harry him or him him?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Doug him"
"NO, you can't"
"WHY?"
"He's not the one for you?"
"How do you
know?"
"I know. He's not a good person."
"Just because he slapped your but!"
"I just have a feeling."
"FINE who do you feel is the one for me? HARRY."
"No but..."
"But what? IT'S MY LIFE NOT YOURS!"
"Ok Gin, I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted."
They hugged.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked again.
"I don't know," Ginny answered.
"Don't do anything until you're a hundred percent sure. Or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." Hermione advised.
"I know."
"How did you feel when you were about to kiss Harry?"
"Dizzy, light headed with butterflies in my stomach. Why?"
"That's how I felt when I first kissed Ron."
"What does that mean?"
"I think it means either your getting your crush back or your feelings for Harry never left."
"I DO NOT LIKE HARRY!"
"It seems like you do,"
"I LIKE DOUG!"
"Fine you know yourself more than I do."
"Yes I do know myself more than you do."
"Are you sure about Harry?"
"Yes. I like Doug not Harry. Doug not Harry."
"It sounds like your trying to reassure yourself."
"HERMIONE."
"Fine, whatever," Hermione said as she got up to pack the rest of her things.
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Read and review! Should I let Neville and Luna get together?
