Who's Supplying the Chocolate Frogs?
By Sara Lynn
Chapter 5: Fireworks
Ron bit his lip, this was the most beautiful confession of one's love he had ever heard. And it was to him from his Hermione. He began to feel his eyes get a little wet. He blinked back the tears tough and was about to tell her that he loved her too when Ginny and Harry interrupted- those bastards.
"Guys there's going to be FIREWORKS! I'VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE AND ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS WALK DOWN A LITTLE WAYS AND WE'LL HAVE A PERFECT VIEW!" Ginny screamed to them even though they were close enough that they could whisper. Ron looked at Hermione. Her cheeks were the color of his hair and she looked all nervous. He tried desperately to make eye contact with her, to let her know that they would get time alone together as soon as he could get rid of Harry and Ginny.
"Yes, yes let's go see the fireworks. They are beautiful, they are muggle's way of magic." Hermione said standing up. Harry and Ginny led the way but Hermione ran to catch up with them so she wouldn't have to be alone with Ron. As they walked along the beach, Ron tried to think of what he could say to Hermione that would be equally as beautiful. He wasn't good at that type of thing- he never had a girlfriend although he had felt this way about Hermione since the day he vomited out ounces of slugs at a time for her. Then all of the sudden he wondered What the hell are fireworks?
Palm Beach was famous for its fireworks. They were the most colorful and the loudest, and the fact that they were over the ocean was a nice bonus. Ron ran his hand through his hair and sighed. He hoped Hermione didn't think that he felt otherwise about her. He had to talk to her.
Hermione had gone up to a large rock near the ocean to get a perfect view. She was looking up towards the sky thinking about Ron. Harry and Ginny had sat down on the beach and Ron was straggling behind, still walking along the shore. Hermione's curls blew in the light breeze. Ron has to feel the same way about me. She thought. I mean, he's my soul mate, he has to feel the same way. He just has to.
"What's up with Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked Ginny.
"They're in love." She answered simply.
"Well yeah, but do you think we interrupted something?"
"'Course we did." Ginny said in the same simple tone of voice. People began murmuring and pointing across the ocean. There were red lights which were flares on the men and women that would be setting off the fireworks. And they were off. Beautiful greens, pinks, yellows, reds, oranges bursting through the sky. Ron was amazed. He had never seen anything like it without wands. Hermione twirled around on her rock to see Ginny's and Harry's reactions. Ron was even more awed by her appearance than he was with the fireworks. All her gorgeous features were illuminated by the lights in the high sky. Her eyes had a lovely sparkle to them. He didn't care that there were people blocking his way to get to her. He pushed and shoved muttering "excuse me, excuse me." He ran up to her, reached up and softly grabbed her face in between his face and brought her lips down to his. It was the most beautiful kiss ever and all the two lovers heard before they zoned the world out was that the "ohs and ahs" turned to "awww" as they watched them kiss. They were both extremely sad when they had to pull away, but Ron had finally come up with the perfect words to say to his love.
"You're the only girl I would throw up slugs for. I love you more than anyone." Hermione burst into tears and squeezed him so hard he thought he might die. Bu that wouldn't even matter because he would die happy. It looked like both Hermione's and Ron's hopes for the summer would be coming true. As well as Harry and Ginny's. Their vacation was far from over, as well as Hermione and Ron's life together.
The End.
A/N- Yes this was a short one but I hope you liked it none the less. I'll be starting a new story very soon.