Hermione and Ron
Chapter 2
Detention
Summary: During detention things will 'heat up' between Ron and Hermione.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Y'all know it...fine! HP=J. K. R.'s
Author's Note: I'm in a wacky mood so I'm going to say a few words in honor of some of my friends. Paige- My parents hid the sugar twitch
Cheesecake! Mighty Psycho Dorks!
I really wasn't that funny Steve- (As we're waltzing [it's a kind of way to dance]) I hate you, I despise you, You make me sick, Sticks and stones luv Willie- Sammi gnawing off her arm heehee
OK, I'm better now.
"We really should head up to detention now," said Hermione.
"One minute! Knight to E3," said Ron. He was playing wizard's chess with Harry in the Gryffindor common room. It was like regular chess except the pieces could move and talk.
"Ron," said Hermione disapprovingly, "We're going to be late."
"Fine," Ron said exasperated, "Sorry mate, play later?" Ron asked Harry.
"Sure," Harry said, and at that Hermione and Ron climbed through the portrait hole, amidst yells and jeers of "Quitter!" from the chess pieces.
"So what terrible thing do you think Snape'll make us do?" Ron asked grumpily as they headed to Snape's office.
"Professor Snape," said a cold voice from behind them, making them jump, "Five points from Gryffindor Weasley, you'll want to give more respect to your superior," it was Snape, and he put emphasis on superior.
"You'll be doing your detention with Professor Trelawney instead of with me. I have...other things to attend to," Snape told them and then he turned back down the hall and disappeared.
"We don't have to do detention with Snape!" Ron said, suddenly in a much better mood, "Trelawney can't be much worse than him!"
"Speak for yourself," said Hermione, "I walked out on her class, remember."
"I wonder what 'other things' Snape's got to do," said Ron as they got to the top floor with the trapdoor in the ceiling. The ladder had already been let down.
"Well, they do have lives you know," said Hermione as they climbed the ladder. When they scrambled onto the landing they saw a piece of paper floating at eye level. Hermione snatched it out of the air and read it out loud.
"For your detention you are to dust all of the crystal balls. You will find them on the shelves at the back of the room and you will find the rags on the table in front of it. I trust that you will not leave until you appointed detention length is over. Professor Trelawney
"So all we've got to do is dust the globes?" Ron asked, he didn't dare believe it, it was too easy.
"No, we've got to dust the crystal balls," said Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes.
"We'd better get started," she said.
"Right," said Ron.
The usual fire was blazing in the fire place ("Does it ever go out?" Ron asked Hermione) and the heavy fumes began to get to Ron. At times he only noticed just in time that he'd been nodding off.
"We've still got five minutes," Hermione said, checking her watch after they were finished. They both sank down onto the same large pouf. Hermione was talking about school work...or something. Ron really wasn't paying attention. He didn't know why, I suppose the heat and fumes had gotten to him, but Ron wanted to do something... something drastic. He turned to Hermione, who was looking at him expectantly. Apparently she had just asked him a question or something and was waiting for an answer.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"Wh-what?" Hermione stammered. She thought he said something that he couldn't have said. She must've heard him wrong.
Instead of answering he pulled her closer and kissed her. She pulled away immediately.
Ron POV
What was she doing? She wasn't supposed to do that! She was supposed to wrap her arms around my neck, kiss me back, and tell me she's loved me since day one. POV End
"What the heck do you think your doing?" Hermione said loudly and she stood up and left, leaving Ron looking crestfallen and confused.
Author's End Note: Grrrrrr!!! I hate mushy crap! That killed me to have to write! Anyways, I'm in the middle of three stories, so I'm going to have to knock this up another review. I won't write another one unless I get four reviews. Grrr, I'm scared for life.
Courtney Please Review!!
Chapter 2
Detention
Summary: During detention things will 'heat up' between Ron and Hermione.
Disclaimer: Do I really have to? Y'all know it...fine! HP=J. K. R.'s
Author's Note: I'm in a wacky mood so I'm going to say a few words in honor of some of my friends. Paige- My parents hid the sugar twitch
Cheesecake! Mighty Psycho Dorks!
I really wasn't that funny Steve- (As we're waltzing [it's a kind of way to dance]) I hate you, I despise you, You make me sick, Sticks and stones luv Willie- Sammi gnawing off her arm heehee
OK, I'm better now.
"We really should head up to detention now," said Hermione.
"One minute! Knight to E3," said Ron. He was playing wizard's chess with Harry in the Gryffindor common room. It was like regular chess except the pieces could move and talk.
"Ron," said Hermione disapprovingly, "We're going to be late."
"Fine," Ron said exasperated, "Sorry mate, play later?" Ron asked Harry.
"Sure," Harry said, and at that Hermione and Ron climbed through the portrait hole, amidst yells and jeers of "Quitter!" from the chess pieces.
"So what terrible thing do you think Snape'll make us do?" Ron asked grumpily as they headed to Snape's office.
"Professor Snape," said a cold voice from behind them, making them jump, "Five points from Gryffindor Weasley, you'll want to give more respect to your superior," it was Snape, and he put emphasis on superior.
"You'll be doing your detention with Professor Trelawney instead of with me. I have...other things to attend to," Snape told them and then he turned back down the hall and disappeared.
"We don't have to do detention with Snape!" Ron said, suddenly in a much better mood, "Trelawney can't be much worse than him!"
"Speak for yourself," said Hermione, "I walked out on her class, remember."
"I wonder what 'other things' Snape's got to do," said Ron as they got to the top floor with the trapdoor in the ceiling. The ladder had already been let down.
"Well, they do have lives you know," said Hermione as they climbed the ladder. When they scrambled onto the landing they saw a piece of paper floating at eye level. Hermione snatched it out of the air and read it out loud.
"For your detention you are to dust all of the crystal balls. You will find them on the shelves at the back of the room and you will find the rags on the table in front of it. I trust that you will not leave until you appointed detention length is over. Professor Trelawney
"So all we've got to do is dust the globes?" Ron asked, he didn't dare believe it, it was too easy.
"No, we've got to dust the crystal balls," said Hermione. Ron rolled his eyes.
"We'd better get started," she said.
"Right," said Ron.
The usual fire was blazing in the fire place ("Does it ever go out?" Ron asked Hermione) and the heavy fumes began to get to Ron. At times he only noticed just in time that he'd been nodding off.
"We've still got five minutes," Hermione said, checking her watch after they were finished. They both sank down onto the same large pouf. Hermione was talking about school work...or something. Ron really wasn't paying attention. He didn't know why, I suppose the heat and fumes had gotten to him, but Ron wanted to do something... something drastic. He turned to Hermione, who was looking at him expectantly. Apparently she had just asked him a question or something and was waiting for an answer.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear.
"Wh-what?" Hermione stammered. She thought he said something that he couldn't have said. She must've heard him wrong.
Instead of answering he pulled her closer and kissed her. She pulled away immediately.
Ron POV
What was she doing? She wasn't supposed to do that! She was supposed to wrap her arms around my neck, kiss me back, and tell me she's loved me since day one. POV End
"What the heck do you think your doing?" Hermione said loudly and she stood up and left, leaving Ron looking crestfallen and confused.
Author's End Note: Grrrrrr!!! I hate mushy crap! That killed me to have to write! Anyways, I'm in the middle of three stories, so I'm going to have to knock this up another review. I won't write another one unless I get four reviews. Grrr, I'm scared for life.
Courtney Please Review!!